I drew in a deep breath, loathing everything about him. My stomach felt like it was doing somersaults in a gymnastics competition. I couldn’t quell the queasy feeling I had. I can only imagine how he will beat me, leaving bruises and scars all over my body.
He told me he was the only one allowed to mark me, so I assumed the worst. Whips, chains, paddles, and God knows what else.Oh, sweet Jesus.
How did I get into this mess? I was so wrapped up in my tormented thoughts that I didn’t realize we had pulled into an underground garage. I wasn’t paying attention to the road while he drove because I was too worried about my punishment.
My upper lip broke out in a sweat, and I felt light-headed. I was getting anxious now that we were in his territory. That scared me more than anything else. Once I was inside his lair, it was game over.
I am now at the mercy of this sick, twisted man. I just sat still, feeling numb. My body felt frozen in time. I know once I step into that house, my life will no longer be my own. The old me would be gone forever. The thought sent me over the top. I started to shake and tremble so hard that my teeth chattered.
I felt the bone-chilling fear course through my veins as the tremors took over my body. My Dark Knight noticed I was a complete mess when he approached the passenger side of the door. He smiled at me warmly, like he was capable of a little sympathy in his ridiculously large body.
“Come, pet. Don’t be so frightened. Now that you are mine, I will take excellent care of you. You need a nice bath, and those feet must be dealt with. You hada tough night, especially with that dick who tried to take advantage of you. I will protect you now.”
He pulled me from the seat, scooping me into his massive arms as if I were no heavier than a paperweight. I was so tired and scared that I didn’t even have the energy to flip him off.
The thought crossed my mind, but what was the use? It would only end in another punishment from him. I'll try not to add anything else to my long-running tab until I know what sort of evil this crazy, formidable man is capable of.
Chapter 7
Atlas
I could see the girl was terrified. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. Looking at her, I smiled. My voice was low and pleasant.
“The locks are all electronic. You can’t leave without opening them with the remote, and I have it in my pocket, so don’t get any ideas about escaping.”
I laid her on top of my mattress. She didn’t fuss, but her eyes followed my every move. Her face, neck and arms are dirty from running in the woods. She kept her legs tightly closed so I couldn’t see her pussy, which was barely covered by her skimpy thong, anyway.
Little did she know, I watched her masturbate many times. I had to fucking jerk off, imagining it was my cock plowing into her cunt. I look down at her feet and shake my head.
They are a goddamn mess. She was such a bad girl, running away from me. What good did it do? Now, she has open cuts all along the bottoms of her heels.
She needs to be disciplined and tamed. I won’t do anything tonight. It's too soon. She needs to bathe, and I need to bandage her up. I know she is worried about her punishment, and she should be, but I won't go too hard on her.
The discipline I choose for my targets is ruthless and violent, to say the least.
Of course, I would never use such harsh tactics on her, and I certainly have no desire to mutilate my property. I want to play with her for a long time, so I need to keep her in tip-top condition. She is finally mine.
The girl will get used to everything I throw at her. I will have her eating out of my hand within three to four weeks, tops. I am not a traditional man with a bleeding heart. I can snap a neck with no remorse, but I am someone who can show tenderness to the girl after I put her through the wringer.
Because of my busy schedule, I haven't been able to pay to get my rocks off in the last couple of months. I'll be compassionate towards my pet when I whip her. I never show pity to the whores I use.
They are paid a lot of money to let me play hard when I am in the mood. It can't be all that bad because I have been using the same girls every time I come back to Rhode Island. I usually draw blood from my whores. When I finally get my pet under control, I will have to hold back when I begin her training, so I don't go overboard.
I don't want to push her too hard and shatter her into a million pieces. She is quite feisty with a smart mouth. I may never have her total submission without doing irreparable harm to her beautiful skin.
I'll take it one day at a time. She ran from me, so the return in thirty days is void. She’ll just have to fucking deal with it. I entered the master bathroom and ran the water for my little captive. I need to get her cleaned up.
She looks like a homeless person who hasn't showered in a week. Her hair is matted, and her tee shirt is filthy. Her tears tonight were my fault, but I didn't physically cause them. I understand why she is petrified.
I came out of nowhere and kidnapped her. She must know I won’t hurt her badly. She has already given me a ration of shit, and I restrained myself from disciplining her.
If it were anyone else, I would have used the belt on their ass, but I decided to give her some time to adjust. Control is my thing. I am a very dominant man. I've been in charge of my life since I was seventeen. I also had guardianship of my brothers.
A lot of responsibility was thrown at me when I was just a teenager. It wasn't easy looking after them, but I think I did well, considering my fucked-up mental state. With the help of some relatives, they turned out better than I did.
I am a control freak, and I have been for most of my life. I wouldn't have all I've acquired if I were more laid-back. I rule an impressive empire, and Kitlyn is part of it now. I have a shiny new toy that must be polished and cared for.
I have never been in a long-term relationship, but I am sure I can be gentle and caring when needed. She is almost perfect. With just a few adjustments here and there, she will be molded into exactly what I want.
