“No, it’s you,” I say, the words slipping past my lips without my consent. I blush after I speak, realizing it’s all true. I’m so caught up in pleasing him, I’d made an error in my strict obedience. Isaac doesn’t respond and just looks at me, his green eyes so intense that I’m forced to look away. I shiver slightly, never remembering him looking at me like that before.
“Let me show you to your room, kitten,” he says, adjusting his cock as he stands. “Come,” he commands.
I’m quick to rise and obediently follow him through the opulent house, taking in everything in a sort of detached awe. The house is large, simple with modern features, yet elegant. I like it. It looks like something out of a magazine.
We pass a large den as we go down the hallway and then take a spiral staircase up to the second floor. The wide hallway has dark hardwood floors, and simple black and white scenic paintings that line the wall. At the end of the hallway are two large double doors, which I assume lead to the master suite. Isaac leads me nearly to the double doors, but stops at a single door that’s closest to it.
“This is your room,” he informs me, gesturing at the door and then to the double doors. “That one is mine. Both my doors and yours shall remain open at all times. Understood?”
Biting my lower lip, I nod. “Yes, Master.”
Isaac stares at me, his striking green eyes causing goosebumps to rise on my arms. “If you need me during the night, you’re to kneel at my bedside and call my name until I wake. Though I’m sure I’ll hear you the moment you walk in.”
I’m shocked. My old Master would never allow me such freedom. I was never allowed to go anywhere without his consent or without him present. Ever. Even with him present, the chain was always there, making each step difficult and painful.
Letting his words sink in, Isaac turns and opens the door to my room, motioning me inside. The memory of the chain, the comparison of then and now completely vanishes as the door swiftly opens and reveals what lies beyond it.
My breath catches in my throat and my lips part in surprise as I step in the room, with a push from Isaac. It’s not what I was anticipating. It’s a normal bedroom. No chains or sex swings or glass cabinet filled with toys and tools for punishment. Just a normal room. It’s quite lavish with a fancy white plush rug underneath the queen-size bed with matching comforter, grey and white paint on the walls in stripes, and gossamer silk curtains adorning the windows. Their softness reminds me of butterflies. This is just so… normal. My breathing comes in faster. I feel completely at a loss. I look over my shoulder at Isaac, feeling somewhat betrayed. Although it’s my own fault. I don’t know what to expect from him. I am his Slave, yet this is where he’s keeping me.
“You can roam wherever you’d like in the house,” Isaac says, his eyes focusing on my face as I nod. “But when I go to bed, I want you in this room.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you like your new room, kitten?” Isaac asks, still staring at me intently. He seems to be waiting for me to question all this. And I want to, but I don’t want to seem disobedient. I don’t want to tell him that I feel like I’m not worthy.
“I love it,” I say and quickly add, “Thank you.” In a way, it reminds me a lot of my living room with light colors that brighten my mood. There are even small copper birds on the ends of the curtain rods that I hadn’t noticed at first glance. The whole room is just gorgeous. Quirky and cozy, yet spacious and luxurious.
“If it’s missing anything, you’ll let me know,” Isaac says as more of a command than a statement.
“I will, Master,” I answer quickly.
A slight smile plays across Isaac’s full lips. “Good.” He glances at the silver Rolex watch on his wrist and then looks back at me. “It’s late, but it’s time for your first lesson.”
A chill goes down my spine at the intense look in his eyes. Excitement. Eagerness. Lust.
“I want to whip you,” he says, slowly closing the door with his back to me, his voice low and filled with passion. “Every night I want you crawling into bed, your ass red and tender.”
My breath quickens as my sore pussy begins to clench around nothing, and I close my eyes as images of being whipped by him fill my mind, my lips parting with desire.
Isaac steps in closer and I nearly fall to my knees, turned on by his closeness. “It’s a reminder that you’re mine. Your body belongs to me. Do you understand?” His voice is hoarse and coated with lust.
“Yes, Master,” I sigh obediently, trembling from the heat radiating from his body.
“Whichever hole I want to use, you’ll make available to me,” he says, the tone of his deep voice making my clit throb. “And you’ll be satisfied once I’ve cum.”
If he means this to be a lesson by the way of torturing me with this dirty talk, then he’s definitely succeeding. I can hardly breathe, my sore pussy soaking wet.
His eyes never leave my face. “If I’ve decided you’ve earned your pleasure, I’ll make sure you cum as well. If not, you better not fucking touch yourself.” His words come out quicker, his eyes holding a threat. As he talks, he walks the length of the room and I follow his steps. “Denial will be your punishment, and taking your own pleasure will only result in a whipping meant to cause more than just a sting. Do you understand?”
“You own my pleasure, Master,” I manage to say as if in a trance, feeling weak in the knees and wanting him to end my torment. I want him to use my body for his pleasure. Right now.
A satisfied grin plays across his chiseled jawline. “Good girl.”
He sits on the edge of the bed and then motions at me. “Tonight I want to use my hand.”
Obediently I crawl onto the bed as he pats his lap. My breath quickening, I lower my body, lying in the end of the bed and across his lap, my hips digging into his thigh and my ass perfectly seated for the spanking. He moves his right leg over both of mine and lays his forearm across the length of my back, pushing my hair out of the way, so his heavy arm is laying across my naked back. “Put your hands behind your back and grip your wrists,” he orders.
I do as I’m told, struggling to stay still as my clit throbs. My cheek lays flat against the bed and I stare straight ahead at the mirror sitting on top of a vanity across the room.
I want this so badly. After him talking to me in that dark, forceful way, I’m eager for his touch.
The sight in the mirror makes me even more turned on. Him still in his suit, the power radiating from his broad shoulders and perfect stature. But there’s a heat in his eyes as the roam the length of my body that makes me feel like the powerful one.
I watch in the mirror as he runs his fingers along my spine, sending a tingle of need and want flowing through me.
“I want my hand to sting when I’m done with you.” His dick hardens beneath me and I feel it pulsing against me. I whimper from the teasing torture he’s putting me through.
He sets his hand flat against my ass and lowers his lips to my ear, his piercing green finding mine in the mirror. “I’ll let you watch tonight. And if you’re good, I’ll let you ride my face and then fuck yourself on my dick. But if you make one sound, one movement, you’ll get none of that, and you’ll go right to bed once I’ve rubbed the cream on your ass so you can at least sit tomorrow.”