Page 32 of Silver

Whimpering, I double my efforts, sucking the length of the leash. It’s not easy because I have to strain the corners of my lips to get enough of it inside and wrap my tongue around it.

“Push a finger into your cunt, precious,” he orders.

I follow his demand, easing my middle finger into me so deep that I’m able to rub my palm against my clit. Until today, I haven’t used my fingers to play with myself. I can’t believe I’m able to get so turned on from my own touch. But then again, I probably couldn’t have yesterday morning. This is new. It’s arousing because Silver is ordering me to touch myself. It takes away the responsibility. I’m not really the one getting hornier by the second. It’s him. He’s forcing me to feel pleasure.

Or am I just telling myself that to ease the blame and deflect it? Am I really the slut he says I am?

Suddenly, the leash disappears right before Silver yanks my hand away from my pussy. “Enough. You almost came, naughty girl. You’re lucky I stopped you. I could have stood here and let you get off on sucking your pussy juices like the dirty slut you are. Then I would have had to punish you, and that’s not on the agenda before lunch,” he chastises.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

He grabs my wrist and brings my fingers to my mouth. “Suck, Daphne. Clean these filthy fingers now.”

I put both my middle and pointer fingers in my mouth and suck them. The tang of my musk is heady. My pussy is swollen and furious.

“Let’s go,” he commands, his voice harsher as he gives a tug on the leash.

I slide off the bed and drop onto my hands and knees. The humiliation of crawling behind him while he pulls on my leash makes me want to scream for help. But I know it wouldn’t do any good.

I suspect everyone who lives in this house—including his sister—is kinky as fuck. That’s why they won’t flinch if they hear me. I’m truly trapped. I’ll get no assistance from a living soul.

All the blood drains from my face when Silver guides me to the eyehook in the corner of the room, where I see a plate of food and a bowl of water. I struggle against him, tugging back.

He ignores my whimpering and hauls me forward until I fully reach the corner, where he grabs a short chain from the floor and adds it to the same ring as my leash. He drops my leash with a heavy clank to the floor. The collar is heavy by itself. The leash is even heavier. The addition of the new chain makes it difficult to hold my head up.

“Please, no…” My voice is weak. He keeps pushing and pushing. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I’m naked, collared, and chained to a bolt in the floor.

Silver sets a hand on the back of my head and presses my face down until it’s inches from the plate of food. It’s a sandwich, which has been cut up into small bites. Next to it is a bowl of water. I’m truly a dog now.

“Spread your knees and keep your ass in the air while you eat, precious girl.”

My mouth is so dry. I don’t think I can chew or swallow. I’d probably be hungry if I weren’t so stressed. It’s hard to tell under the circumstances.

I’m staring at the plate, dying inside, my arms trembling.

I hear Silver moving behind me. The small table and chairs are close. He drags out a chair and sits. He’s probably eating lunch, too, like a civilized human being.

His voice is kind when he says, “Take your time, precious. There’s no rush. Let yourself settle before you start eating. I don’t want you to choke. But keep in mind those chains are going to feel heavier the longer you remain defiant.”

I stifle another whimper. There’s no way I can eat. Not a chance. And I’m furious with my body for betraying me at every turn. My stupid pussy is dripping wet.

I know I’ve spent too much time reading dark romance, but it never occurred to me that I would actually enjoy being totally debased and humiliated. It’s total madness.

After long minutes, Silver scoots his chair back and squats behind me. His hand comes to my ass cheek, making me flinch. My skin is sore. Then he smooths his palm down my outer thigh. “I know you’re struggling, precious girl. I’m piling a lot on you in a short amount of time. I’m only giving you what I know you can handle.”

I hold my breath, wishing he would go away. I don’t want him touching me. At the same time, I crave contact with him, any part of him. He calms me every time he strokes my skin or my hair.

After lifting his hand, he moves it to the crack in my ass and drags a finger slowly toward my forbidden hole. I don’t dare flinch when he taps the puckered skin. Teasing me. Warning me of what he intends to do next.

“Such a pretty little hole. I bet it’s tight. We’ll find out soon, won’t we?” His finger continues to travel lower until he drags it through my folds.

I gasp as I nearly come.

His breath hits my lower back when he whispers, “It’s hard to admit what a filthy little slut you are. I understand. It’s going to take time. You didn’t realize you were such a dirty girl. You had no idea you had needs that included being debauched in every way. I’m going to help you discover every perverse, kinky need you have. We’ll fulfill all your dreams. Even though some of them will be nightmares. I’m here to help you, Daphne.”

His words are so twisted. I want to scream at him, but it wouldn’t do any good. He’s never going to let me go.

“Eat your lunch, precious. You’ll need the nourishment before we continue your training.”