Dominated by the Heir Pt. 04
“I’m going to be nice and help you keep that pretty little mouth quiet, so you don’t say anything else foolish before knowing the consequences of your actions.”
The man who demanded to be called Master inspected the ropes binding my arms behind my back. After holding a shoulder and pushing my mid back forward so my chest angled upward, he said, “That’s better. Stay right there until I return.” He connected the leash to the bed and left me there. I assumed he’d return in about five minutes, maybe to punish me in some odd way.
That didn’t happen. Soon enough, the uncomfortable position had me slumping against the bed. Not that I got much freedom to move, given the shortness of the secured leash.
Maybe he wanted to give me time to question whether or not I could spend the next few years enduring what he had planned for me. This little act was worth the college, if only a few hours a week. I rather enjoyed it anyway — when I did well.
As time ticked on, I started thinking about what would happen when my boyfriend came over. How would I explain the situation if he used his key to get in here and he found me like this? Not that I cared for our relationship to continue after experiencing a real man’s cock. No rational woman would settle.
At some point during the boring wait, I heard the distant knock on the door.
Shit!
Maybe he wouldn’t use his key. We had a few classes together, so I didn’t want to think about what he might say to other students about me. I also preferred the idea of ending the relationship via text.
I breathed a little easier after about fifteen minutes passed, and no visitor entered. I would need to let this Master know I didn’t like wasting study time stuck like this. It might receive a reprimand, but I still had a life he needed to respect.
The plan didn’t go over well when I heard the Master’s voice past the door. “After the loss, she needs to take the rest of the semester off…yes…” The doorknob turned.
My effort to turn sideways to block my boyfriend from seeing me naked and bound only made me look silly.
“Slave.” The chiding voice followed the creak of the door. “You know that isn’t how you were ordered to be.”
At the sight of both men, my boyfriend with a small glass of an amber drink — most likely whiskey. I responded to the man with a snap. “What the fuck, asshole.”
My boyfriend waited in the doorway, a dazed, shocked expression on his face as he gobbled up the sight of me.
“And I’m not dropping classes!” My glower fell on the Master, whose wet locks fell forward on his brow. At least he got a shower.
He shut the door. “Sit,” he ordered my boyfriend, who surprisingly obeyed and sat in the chair by the door. One might believe he submitted to orders more than me.
Directed to me, the Master’s snarl held a warning that had my next swallow caught in my throat. “I’ve shown you more than enough leniency, slave.”
The fear of what might come consumed me. Forget whether or not my boyfriend remained, the aftermath of my insubordination might leave me wishing I’d obeyed the order to wait and keep my mouth shut. But the repulsed response my boyfriend cast my way had me struggling between the emotions. Did he deserve anything better than to see me with a man who anyone could deem better in every single way?
Repeated reminders flowed into my mind. I needed to finish college. Punishment — however terrifying or stinging it may be — ensured the rest of my life wouldn’t be spent elderly-man-hopping like my mother’s. Though, the thought of this one man tormenting me for the rest of my life seemed more than slightly appealing, especially when it brought another bout of throbbing between my legs.
He removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor in front of my boyfriend’s feet. As he strode my way, he said, “I think it’s time for you to get a small dose of the humiliation you’re going to receive for your misdeeds.”
No. My terrified expression couldn’t morph to any more fear than it had. This position should have been enough. Yet, the ache between my legs built.
“Not in front of my boyfriend…” actually soon to be ex. I shouldn’t have said it. I shouldn’t have spoken.
The man crouched once he stood in front of me, brows raised. Words spoken low — still in control. Always in control. “Now, now, little slave.” He stroked my cheek with his thumb. “Are you asking to end our little arrangement for that small-dicked prick?”
God no. Even before the thought could complete in my mind, my head shook frantically. Embarrassment in exchange for good sex. The education was a bonus to that.
The fingers at my cheek combed through my hair, before firmly clasping at my crown, still gentle, but in control of my movement. With his other hand, he reached over to free the leash that kept me kneeling. “You don’t have a boyfriend.”
And I knew I didn’t. Well, technically, this Master might be considered somewhat like a boyfriend in my life. The realization had my heart fluttering. Not boyfriend, but now a Master to claim me. Owner of my body and will. Sole provider of the gratification I never knew before him.
“No boyfriend,” I whispered. “Master.”
“And by the time I’m done punishing you, you won’t forget it. Will you, little slave?”
“No, Master.”
“I’m going to be nice and help you keep that pretty little mouth quiet, so you don’t say anything else foolish before knowing the consequences of your actions.” He scrutinized every inch of me, before freeing my hair and leaning forward to grab something else. He returned and swiftly shoved a ball past my lips and between my teeth, before cinching an attached strap around my head, holding it tight in my mouth.
My ex-boyfriend could see me, my mouth stretched around a ball uncomfortably, mascara already running from the tears that followed the painful swats to my rear, nude and exposed with reddened folds and an even redder backside he’d probably see soon enough.
