The headboard and footboard were dark wood, making up the bed. He had gleaming hardwoods, with an oriental red and black area rug in the middle of the floor, and simple mahogany furniture placed strategically throughout the area. I thought the room would have been more extravagant because he owned a private island.
He leaned over and kissed my forehead, bringing me back to the present. He brought his lips to my ear.
“If you are a really good girl, perhaps I will let you wear one of my shirts tomorrow, but you still won't be allowed any panties."
God, I wanted to fucking smack him in the mouth!
I just lay there without saying a word. My ass still hurt, and I only wanted to go to sleep, hoping that when I woke up in the morning, all of this would have been just a terrible nightmare.
He went to the closet and pulled a blanket from the pile on the shelf. He carefully placed it over me like I was a fragile porcelain doll, tucking the sides in all around me.
His odd behavior left me feeling perplexed. One minute he was spanking the shit out of me, and nowhe was tucking me in as if nothing out of the ordinary, such as kidnapping me and severely whooping my ass, ever happened.
The guy is probably a Gemini!
He stepped away from the bed and stripped, kicking his clothes into the corner. He certainly didn't care about neatness the way he just threw them aside. My eyes grew wide, and my breath caught in my throat as I looked at this pagan God-like man standing naked before me.
He was a human vessel of pure muscle. Multiple tattoos painted his biceps and chest. He was peppered with dark hair along his arms, chest, and legs. He sported a thin goatee on his chin and a little stubble on his cheeks.
As much as I tried to keep from checking out his package, I couldn’t help myself. He wasn’t hard, but it was still an impressive size for being flaccid. My stomach turned slightly when I thought about how he was going to put that thick thing in my small body, and I became frightened.
He caught me looking at him with a shocked expression on my face. His mouth slanted upward.
“What’s the matter, pet? Did you see something scary?”
My lips quivered as I felt the tears building, and my chest tightened as reality sunk in. Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming urge to bawl my eyes out, as the truth finally hit me.
This beast of a man had me in his clutches, and he was going to do whatever he pleased with me, no matter how cruel or degrading.
There was no way I could protect myself from him. I felt a dark sense of doom come over me, and the tears fell like tiny raindrops, wetting the silky pillow beneath my head."
Chapter 9
Atlas
I had a long day between dealing with work issues and the unplanned abduction of my Kitten. I was feeling a little beat down. I had to admit; she was a live wire. I give the girl credit.
Anyone else in her shoes would have relented and obeyed me to avoid the spanking and humiliation she received tonight. When I stripped off my clothes, I saw the shock and fear in her eyes.
Maybe she thinks I am going to fuck her, but that is the furthest thing on my mind. Although I would love to sample that pussy and ass, I need my sleep, and she also needs to rest. I can't play with a weak, tired pet.
She looks like a tiny doll lying there in my giant bed. My little plaything. I'll take her repeatedly soon enough, and she'll come to me willingly after I show her what actual pleasure is.
She will become just as addicted to me as I am to her. Call me a manipulative motherfucker, but I willdo what's necessary to keep her. I will move her into her room in the morning. It's designed to absorb her screams and other loud noises that may escape her lips.
The room is feminine, with everything a girl could want with some added goodies for my entertainment. My room is exactly the same as hers. If I brought home one of my whores, I wanted to make sure no one heard their screams and cries when we got down to business. I didn’t build a playroom in this house, but I have them in my other homes.
When I decided to kidnap Kitten, I replicated my room, which was already equipped with everything needed. Of course, her room is more feminine, and its walls differ from mine. I wanted her to have her own space, but I will play with her in either room. I don't care.
Both are soundproof. No one within ten feet will hear anything happening behind closed doors. There are divots screwed into the beds to restrain her and keep her still during a session or punishment. Mine are currently covered. Out of sight, out of mind.
She will notice them in her room. In both rooms, a chain hangs from the ceiling. The chain attaches to a collar with two metal loops in the front. It rests about six inches from the floor and can be adjusted to any height you choose.
If you want to murder someone, you can hang it three inches from the ceiling. The one in my room is retracted right now. She can't see it. There are also leather handcuffs, ankle cuffs, and an array of sex toys, which are stored in the closets of both rooms.
I have a paddle, a whip, and a cane I purchased just for her hidden in the closets. I have used theseapparatuses on different women over the years to appease my dark desires.
Some left with severe welts all over their bodies; others bled for me. It depended on what the woman was into and how far she would allow me to go.
