“Just relax, pet. It won’t hurt. Much.” The last part was spoken darker like he wanted me to hurt.
Well, that was true. Sir did want me to hurt. He wanted me to cry and be at his mercy at all hours of the day.
I shook my head, begging silently for him not to do whatever he was about to do.
I lost the fight against the tears as something even colder, but smooth, was pressed into me in one swift motion. There was no warning, no easing into the pressure. All of a sudden pushed fully into me, and Sir was nice enough to hit it with his palm. I jerked, my hips bumping into the edge of the dresser.
“If only I promised the buyer you were intact,” Sir muttered sadly, pulling my cheeks apart once more. “But this will have to do for now. Even though he won’t know if no one tells.”
What the hell was he talking about? Did I even want to know? I highly doubted that.
I stayed lying on the top of the hard surface.
“Yeah, stay just like that,” Sir mused, stepping back, leaving a cold chill from his touch.
I sniffed, not daring to move other than to breathe.
There was no way to know what Sir was doing behind me. He could be doing any number of things. From taking pictures of my bare, pale butt, to jerking off. Or just standing there and admiring me in a way only he could do.
Blinking the tears from my eyes, I put all my focus on my breathing. If my lungs couldn’t keep air inthem and panic set in, who knows what he’d do to me. The times before hadn’t turned out well, but at the same time, Sir wanted to punish me. It was always a game to him and nothing would change.
Soon enough, the order for me to stand was barked out sharply. I didn’t hesitate to do so, letting the skirt fall back to the ground. I didn’t dare turn around until he told me to.
Keeping my eyes pinned to the floor, Sir’s hands came into view as he pulled up the skirt in front.
When my privates were free to view, Sir made a sound of disappointment. “Such a slut.”
A warm, rough hand cupped my front, easily covering everything I had. I’d seen Sir’s front a number of times, and I felt small and insignificant against him.
I shrunk into myself, feeling worthless.
“I think you’re broken,” he muttered, squeezing hard enough that I gritted in a breath. “Can’t get hard. How anyone was willing to pay money for such a worthless piece of meat like you is beyond me. But you look so pretty all dressed up for me.”
I turned my head, willing the bile to stay down. Vomiting while in the presence of Sir was another no-breaking rule.
“Hold this up.” He waited, thankfully, for a single moment for me to hold up the skirt up past my waist. My hands shook like they so often did.
Sir stepped back enough to grab something off the bed. He didn’t speak a single word as he fiddled with the black thing, pulling it apart into two pieces.
I hissed as the cold of the object seeped into my skin as he placed it around my small cock and balls, then secured something to it. Afterward, he slipped thesilky underwear back over the front of me and pulled the skirt back down.
“Not like anyone can tell what’s beneath that thing,” he stood there, looking me up and down. “You are one pretty little thing, though. Too bad I need money or I’d keep you myself.”
I swallowed thickly, the saliva getting stuck in my throat for a moment before it slid down.
I had no clue what he was talking about. But it left a bad feeling in my gut.
“You won’t disappoint me, will you?”
I shook my head, causing my hair to flip into my face with the quick movement. I’d try my best, but I was a disappointment to him either way.
“Bend over, pet.”
Doing as ordered I bent in half, touching my toes. The thing in my butt moved, pressing more into something inside of me at the motion.
Sir’s hands landed on each of my hips, holding me still as I sniffed. His hard private member pressed against my butt once he was behind me.
“Nope. This won’t work. Lean over the dresser.”
