Page 38 of Silver

I nod. Because it’s true. “Yes, Sir.” I’m a squirming ball of need. It’s taking all my strength to deny him my pussy.

He flicks my other nipple, making me want more. Damn body. I can’t control my own reactions.

“Restraining you helps you focus on your needs, precious girl. When I take away your freedom, you settle into a place where you know you aren’t to blame for how you physically react to my touch. It lets you off the hook for anything that happens, because how could you be held accountable for turning into a pool of lust with your arms shackled above your head?”

My body continues to betray me as he teases my nipples back and forth, plucking, twisting, flicking, pinching, tapping…

“I could spread your legs and shackle your ankles, forcing you to keep your cunt open, too,” he suggests.

I moan, deep and long. The sound is so loud that the others could probably hear it in the house. It won’t help my case if they hear me writhing in pleasure and then later screaming for help.

“Would you like that, little slut? Would you like me to force your legs open and tease your greedy cunt until you beg me to let you come?”

I’m not in control of myself at all. Someone else is. That someone nods. “Yes, Sir.”

He releases his grip on my tit and leans over to reverently kiss the swollen bud. “I’ll keep that in mind, precious girl. We’ll do that sometime. Right now, you need to study. I looked through your backpack and found all your syllabi. You have a quiz on Tuesday. I’m hoping you will be present for it. We’ll see how much progress you’ve made by then.”

He stands and pats my hip. “Either way, you’ll be prepared.” He leans over and removes the restraints from my wrists.

I’m so confused, I can’t think straight. What the actual fuck? He’s going to leave me like this? I’m a ball of fucking arousal. Shaking. I’m also gripping the metal rungs above my head so tightly my fingers hurt. I guess I grabbed them to avoid injuring my wrists.

Damn him. Damn his ability to control me every fucking second of the day.

Fourteen

Silver

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I reattach the leash to her collar. I know she doesn’t like it. She cringes every time I pop it into place. It’s good for her, though. It helps her feel owned and out of control.

She is owned, and she will not be in control of anything in her life from now on.

“Come, precious girl.” I know I’m confusing her with my words and tone. I speak softly to her, keeping a calm head. I often use the endearment meant to make her feel cherished. But I mix it up by calling her a slut in between.

She winces as she sits up, swinging her legs off the edge of the bed. Her body is no doubt sore from everything I’ve put her through today. Besides her training, her ass has to hurt inside and out.

She looks up at me with big doe eyes.

I cup her cheek. “Hands and knees, Daphne. I’ve already told you that. You will crawl when you’re collared. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Sighing, she lowers into position on the floor.

I tug the leash, encouraging her to follow. It’s degrading. It’s humiliating. It’s what she wants. I guide her into the bathroom. “Pee, precious.” I release the leash, letting it dangle in front of her and wait for her by the door, watching, but not retreating. Giving her a tiny morsel of distance.

Daphne winces as she crawls to the toilet and pulls herself up. She doesn’t look at me as she empties her bladder and wipes.

“You may step to the sink,” I tell her, giving her permission to close the slight distance on her feet.

After she washes her hands, she obediently drops onto all fours again.

“Good girl.” I pet her head, knowing she’ll hate that even more. “Time for your homework.” I lead her into the bedroom where I’ve set up a desk in the same corner of the room as the table and the eyehook.

When we reach our destination, I bend down and remove the leash and collar.

She purrs beautifully as the weight is lifted from her neck. I’m cruel. I know it. But I mean it when I say she will be successful in school, and I know she needs to be comfortable to study. She can’t fully concentrate while she’s actively submitting to me. She’ll probably need some time to ease out of subspace.

“Stand, precious girl.”