Her big eyes fill with tears, this time not from pain. “I-I want that, Master. I want to make you happy. To be proud of me. It’s just…” When she pauses, I smack her clit again. Crying out, Dolls gives me a desperate look. “Please, Master, I-I’m going to come.”
From me spanking her pussy? Jesus fucking Christ, how perfect is this creature? “No, you’re not going to come, because I didn’t say you could. You will hold it back like the good Doll you are.” As the crop lands on her clit once more, Doll wails and from the way she clenches her thighs, I can see she really is close. “Do you want me to spank your ass instead?”
“Yes!” she cries out without thinking. “Please, Master, I can’t hold it back. Please spank my ass instead.”
Biting down on the inside of my cheek to suppress a groan, I bring the crop down on her abused ass. Sobbing brokenly, Doll says, “Thank you, Master,” and I’m fucking lost.
“You’re welcome, Doll,” I manage once my fogged brain can form a coherent thought. “Now, tell me what’s bothering you.I’m here for you. I love all of my Dolls and I’m always there to help them. Help you. Talk to me.”
“Y-you…” Huge tears roll down her blotchy cheeks as she closes her eyes. Before I can rebuff her for avoiding eye contact, she looks at me again, and my heart clenches at the raw desperation in her eyes. “You won’t keep me.”
Her whispered words hit like a gunshot to the gut, knocking the breath from me.You won’t keep me.That’s what’s bothering her? Not the loss of freedom or pain or humiliation or the prospect of living the rest of her life as a sex slave. She’s thinking about escaping because I won’t keep her for myself. For the first time in a very long time, I have no idea how to react.
I stand abruptly and move behind her, hoping she doesn’t see the anguish on my face. Because I won’t keep her. I can’t. I want to—crave it more than anything—but it’s not possible. It’s written right here on my forearm.Dolls are not for you, Mikhail.What do I tell her?
“I won’t keep you, Doll.” My voice trembles only slightly as I run my hand over her bruised thigh. “Not because I don’t want to but because we both have our roles to play, and my role is to train you. You’ll make a brilliant Doll for your new Master, and I’ll be a proud trainer.” Lies. I hate the very thought of sending her to someone else, but there’s nothing I can do about it. “You will enjoy serving your new Master just as much as you enjoy serving me, but until you’re sent to him, I am your Master, and I will not tolerate a willful Doll thinking about escape, is that clear?”
Doll whimpers as I dig my fingers into her bruised skin but manages a broken, “Yes, Master.”
“If you want to fight back, that’s your choice. I’ll be disappointed, but I’ll be here to correct you and give you the boundaries you need. However, I would prefer our time together not to be spent in constant punishments and reeducation.”Moving my hand to her pussy, I soften my voice. “There are more pleasant activities we can partake in.” A simple touch to her clit has her moaning. She’s right there on the edge, ready to tip over, but I don’t let her yet. Denied pleasure can motivate as strongly as pain, and right now I need my Doll to reach the right conclusion. “What do you say, Doll? Will we fight or will we enjoy ourselves?”
“Please, Master. I will be good, I promise. I won’t think about es—” A sharp slap on her ass helps her further associate the word escape with pain. “I-I won’t think about that. I promise. I just thought…”
You won’t keep me.I wish I could, little Doll. I wish I could. “Don’t waste time thinking, Doll. Like I told you. Your mind is trying to sabotage your happiness. Follow your instincts, your feelings. What do you need right now?”
With my hand back between her thighs, I expect her to say she needs to come, which is why her answer floors me.
“I need to make you happy.”
Fuck.
Chapter 19
Grace
Your mind is sabotaging your happiness.How does this man, a virtual stranger, know me so well? Because it’s true, isn’t it? That’s exactly what my mind does. I finally found something that fulfills me, and my mind’s already trying to bury it.
You’re a stupid, brainwashed cunt.
Such ugly words, and for what? Because submitting to my Master makes me happy? What’s wrong with that?
The voice in the back of my mind has a million replies, but I ignore it and focus on Master’s hand between my legs. His fingers slide easily through my soaked folds, sometimes sending a sharp spike of pain when he spanks my ass, but mostly giving me pleasure. He’s quiet, and I wonder if what I said was wrong.It shouldn’t be. He asked me what I needed, what my feelings were telling me to do, and I told the truth, that what I need right now is to make him happy. He was so disappointed when I admitted thinking about escaping and really, who could blame him? After what he said about helping me, about always being there… No one’s ever said anything like that to me. He’s dead serious about being there for me, and isn’t that wonderful? I don’t know how I’d survive this without him.
His fingers circle my clit, rub the sides, then press down on it. The last one makes me whimper, my pussy throbbing with the impending orgasm. I try to hold it back but it’s like trying to stop an avalanche. “Please, Master. I’m going to come. May I come? Please, Master?”
“Not yet, Doll.”
Oh, god. How can I stop myself from coming? I’m so aroused I can’t think about anything but the raw need throbbing in my pussy, and I doubt distracting myself would help now. “Please spank me!” I cry out. I don’t like the pain, but I like the idea of disappointing the trainer by coming without permission even less. Last time he teased me like this, he was willing to spank me instead of touching me. I can only pray he does the same, or I’m doomed.
Pain erupts where my ass meets my thigh. I whimper at the sharp sensation, grateful that it lowers my arousal. A little. “Thank you, Master.”
His voice is strained as he says, “You’re going to be the death of me, Doll.” I hear the rustle of clothes and his groan, and I assume he’s about to fuck me, but it’s his fingers, not his cock, that touch my pussy again. “You’ve done very well, little Doll. Your submission is making me happy.”
I’m making him happy. I can’t stop smiling at his praise. “I’m happy to serve, Master.” And I am. Screw the voice in the back of my mind telling me it’s wrong.
“Good. You may come.”
Oh my god, I can come? The thought brings me such relief that the orgasm, which has been building for hours, catches me completely unprepared. It tears through me like a storm, my body jerking and spasming, and I’m pretty sure I’m screaming, but none of it matters as white-hot bliss floods my mind and finally silences the voices. For god knows how long, everything is perfect. Pain flares as Master spanks me, but it blends with the pleasure, even sharpens it. Something hot splatters over my back as Master groans, holding onto my hips like I’m his lifeline.
