“It did humiliate me.” I blushed, but it wasn’t from embarrassment.I liked it too.
“Go to sleep,Mio dolce. In the morning, I’ll think of new ways to humiliate you and turn us both on.”
George moved the hand under his pillow to tuck it around my neck, holding me with both arms and a leg thrown over mine. I’d never consciously shared a bed, since I assumed he slept beside me the night before, but I didn’t remember it. Women I’d tried fucking got bored when I didn’t compliment them and ask them to stay for another round, and I’d always declined their offers.
Whether or not he was trying to, George was opening my mind to things I’d swept under the proverbial rub for a decade. It took me a long time to fall asleep, imagining what he had in store for the next two days, and it wasn’t all fear.
* * *
“What are you doing?”I asked after eating my breakfast of cereal and fresh fruit. George had only given me a spoon, but I liked my hands being free. I didn’t like the feeling of tightness around my throat.
“Putting a collar on you,” George told me in the same tone he’d asked me to pass the sugar ten minutes earlier. I heard a lock click in place and the jangle of a chain. “And a leash.”
“What the f–?” I turned to face him, but rephrased when I caught his no-nonsense expression. I wasn’t feeling very cared for at that moment, but I bit out, “Why, Daddy?”
“Because I want to.” George smiled placidly, tugging me to stand in front of him beside the chair where he’d introduced me to docking the night before. “So I can keep you close.”
My mixed reactions warred inside me. He wanted me close, which could be very bad. But he wanted me. My heart raced and I couldn’t convince it I wasn’t happy to hear those words.
“Okay,” I licked my lips and held my hands to be cuffed as well.
“If you promise to behave, I’ll bring you with me downstairs without restraints.” George reached out a hand to tuck a lock of my hair behind one ear. “And if you misbehave, I’ll enjoy punishing you in my office just the same.”
“Da. Yes, please?” I wanted out of this room and the freedom of movement like I wanted my next orgasm. “I’ll be good, Daddy.”
“Glad to hear it, let’s go,” George tugged on the chain leash with its red leather handle, and we passed a mirror.
“Wait, I’m naked,” I stopped in my tracks, giving his lead resistance.
My neck was encircled by a thick, red leather collar with a small gold lock, similar to the one he’d put on my cock cage–which I was thankful hadn’t returned. My hair had dried wavy and was longer than I usually kept it, having been due for a cut before George had come into my life. I had bruises in weird places but was otherwise my usual pale self. I needed to get out of the room, but he had staff.
“Can’t I put some pants on, at least?”
“Are you misbehaving already?” George asked, but I could tell I wasn’t meant to answer as hetskedhis disapproval. Instead of continuing out the door, he grabbed a bag from his nightstand and tugged again. “You are exactly how I want you to be, but that can change.”
He jangled the bag, and I had to guess it had my cage and other devices inside. “No. No, Daddy. Whatever you want.”
“Good, now quit lollygagging and keeping me from my work.”
We went out of the door, and I found the space where we’d first got off together much brighter than the last time I’d stepped foot in the hall. My mind had been focused on killing him, but my dick had led the charge. I could take in my surroundings better in the daylight as we marched down the stairs.
From the outside, the Greco mansion had looked like an old Italian estate, all terracotta and pillars, with stone and stucco. His house was light and bright inside, and while his room was the only thing on the right of the stairs, the other way seemed to have more bedrooms.
“Does anyone else live here?” I couldn’t help asking, partially to know if my screams would be heard, but also out of curiosity.
“Not anymore,” George answered cryptically.
Leading me to the main floor and down a painting lined hall. Images of men and children who looked a lot like George were covering the surfaces that didn’t have suits of armor, pastoral paintings, or thick wooden trim. We turned into a bookshelf-lined room with a leather couch and chairs before a big, stately desk. He walked me to stand beside it, and I saw only a touch of sky out of one long, high window.
“You will keep your eyes down and mouth shut unless I ask you a direct question, understood?”
Ah, so I needed to behave like an obedient dog. Fun.Not. “Yes, Daddy.”
George let go of my leash to close the door, lock it, and grab a pillow from the couch before tossing it next to the high-backed armchair behind the desk. Taking my leash, he looped it through a drawer pull and tied the chain in place. I could untie it easily, but he was testing my ability to be good and listen.
He had commands, and I needed to follow them, “Kneel. Good, now spread them. Hands facing up on your thighs. Chin down. There you go. Now I can see my toy on display.”
Everything in me wanted to rebel, curse him and his whole family on the walls outside. One tiny shred of dignity begged me to avoid the pain George would dole out, and that was what I used to follow his instructions.
