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“I know it burns, precious. That’s what it’s supposed to do. It’s meant to be a deterrent. Next time, you’ll think twice before pulling away when I’m training your body,” I repeat.

She sobs into the pillow, burying her face. “Hurts…”

I rub her bottom and give the root a twist, because the sadist in me can’t resist tormenting her further.

Daphne cries and fights me the entire time, but I don’t react.

When I finally pull it out and release her, she reaches back and puts her hand on her bottom. “Fuck, that hurts. It’s still burning. My ass is on fire.”

I chuckle and grip her chin. “Your mouth is going to get a similar treatment to your rectum if you don’t stop cussing. It’s not attractive. I don’t want to hear one more curse word from you, understood?”

Tears run down her cheeks again. She purses her lips. Her body slowly relaxes, not all the way, but marginally as the pain eases. It will hurt for a while, but not as badly as the fire she felt while the root was inside her.

With my hand under her chin, I grip her cheeks harder and lean in closer. “Did you understand my last rule, Daphne?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“No cussing.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Not at me, or in general. Zero tolerance for curse words coming from your precious lips.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I’ve made my point.

“Good girl.” She won’t last very long obeying that rule, but I’ll enjoy disciplining her the next time she shouts an expletive.

Thirteen

Daphne

* * *

He’s evil. A monster. I’m living in hell, and I can’t escape.

What if I start screaming? Would anyone come to the room out of curiosity? I doubt it, plus he would no doubt plug my mouth, which I abhor.

At least he left me to rest for a while. Yes, he shackled my wrist to the floor again. He also removed the leash, thank God. And he locked the door to my small bedroom, but the reprieve was welcome.

I don’t sleep. I can’t. My brain won’t slow down. But I do lie still and keep my eyes closed because I know he’s watching me. It takes a while for my ass to stop burning. That ginger root is fucking evil, just like him.

He made me come while he violated my asshole. Fuck. When he turned on the vibrator, I thought I would shatter apart. So many nerve endings in my anus. Who knew? Not me. It startled me, and I couldn’t control the onslaught of arousal that consumed me. There was no way to keep from coming when he rubbed my clit.

I can tell myself anything I want. I can insist that I didn’t like it. I can make all kinds of excuses about how I’m basically a hostage in this room. But I can’t deny he’s given me more orgasms today than I’ve ever achieved myself. Plus, they were more powerful than anything I’ve ever done with my vibrator. It’s so much more intense when he makes me come.

He also hasn’t taken his pants off, unless I count the time he masturbated into his shirt, but I couldn’t see his cock, so it doesn’t really count.

The man has given no indication that he intends to assault me. It’s like he’s grooming me to be his fuck toy, and he has no intention of putting his cock inside me until I’m totally his.

I must have Stockholm syndrome. There’s no other way to describe it. I’m falling for my captor because he’s manipulating me into doing so. I’m totally trapped, wearing a collar, chained to the floor, and locked in a small room.

What’s next? I can’t even imagine. I don’t want to know. I need a break. A much longer one than I assume he intends to give me. He’s probably on the other side of the door right now, preparing his next sadistic steps.

Am I a masochist? He says I am. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I do crave all the things I’ve read about in my books. Maybe I’m a filthy slut, like he keeps telling me. But even if all of that is true, it doesn’t give him the right to hold me against my will and fuck with my head.

Taking a deep breath, I come to a realization. I should change my attitude. Toe the line. Do every single thing he asks of me for the next forty hours. The only way he’s going to let me leave this house to go to classes on Monday is if I convince him I’m totally on board with his unhinged, sadistic plan.