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Mississippi BDSM author has released volume 2 of her Taylor Saga -- this is the teaser:
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PROLOGUE
Over a year now, I’ve been held captive in this house. So many things have happened during that time, many horrible things and some a little surprising. Chris has stayed away for the most part lately, and I was thankful for that. But I’m still locked in a room in his basement and I know he will not stay away forever. What surprised me the most, however, was the revelation I had made to David. In my heart I knew it was true but how could it have happened? How could things have changed so much with him in such a short amount of time? I knew he meant what he said when he told me that he loves me, but why would he still keep me locked in this room? Would I ever be allowed to leave this room? Glancing around, the memories of what has happened in here filled my thoughts. How many times had I been raped in here? How many times had I been brutalized? There is no escape from here. I know that without a doubt because I had tried, more than once. They had hunted me down like an animal and brought me back to suffer for what I had done.
Comparison between the two revealed a truth I hadn’t seen before. Once I was so terrified of David that I almost passed out from fear when he would come near me. Why? In remembering everything, I had realized that of all the times he could have truly hurt me or killed me he hadn’t, why not? David could have snapped my neck without breaking a sweat, yet he hadn’t. He restrained his strength with me when I had given him every reason not to at times. I recalled our many encounters before the revelation. He had slapped me many times, sometimes splitting my lip. He had kicked me once, but never truly hurt me. He terrorized me, but somehow I have always known he would not hurt me, why? After everything, why did I feel secure with him and why did I fall in love with him?
Chris was the polar opposite. Once he had loved me, so much so that he never let go even when he had disappeared from my life for so long. It was Chris who had restrained me most of the time. It was Chris who first raped me in the early days of my captivity. It was Chris who beat me with the whip until I had welts so bad that David had to treat them. It was Chris who killed that woman right in front of me. Yes, I had witnessed David kill Lucas but it wasn’t with the violence Chris exhibited when he killed Marla. Chris had brought me to the brink of death only to repeat his torment over and over. David had never gone that far with me. He threatened me, but he never harmed me the way Chris had. What would Chris do now that I have made my feelings known? I shuddered, not really wanting to know the answer to that.
As teenagers, Chris had shown his jealousy more than once. A few months after we had started dating a friend spoke to me at a dance, a male friend. Chris took him outside and beat him so ruthlessly that he ended up in the hospital. After that I was very careful to make sure he never knew I spoke to my male friends. I should have seen it then, the violence he was capable of but I didn’t. I was young and thought I was in love. One time Chris had turned that jealousy on me, only once but it is burned into my memory. Chris had caught me talking to my lab partner about an upcoming assignment. He had grabbed me by the throat and shoved me against the wall. I remember how furious he was and I took special effort to make sure he never caught me again.
My life is surrounded by confusion most of the time, and sometimes with a little clarity. How had David done what he did to me so effectively? In the space of days my fear disappeared and was replaced with a depth of desire I had never experienced before. No matter how I tried to understand it I couldn’t. But sometimes life is like that, mysterious and confusing. As I put my journal aside, I thought of David and how he is with me now and smiled. I do love him and it’s a love that I have never experienced the power of in my life. A love that I found myself desiring, needing, actually tasting of. A journey that I could not wait to begin. A wonderful journey that I had longed for my entire life but had never realized it.
CHAPTER 1
After last night’s revelation, I slept better than I had in a long time. David lay beside me, holding me in his arms. My mind was still trying to process the reality that I do love him and what he does to me. How would that affect my captivity here, I wondered as I watched him sleep. It’s strange how things work out sometimes. Fate, destiny, whatever it is brought me here, to David and he stole my heart when it should have been impossible for him to do so. Would David be able to keep Chris away? How would our love affect Chris and how he treated me now? Would I ever get out of this room or would they still keep me locked in this basement hellhole? So many questions and not near enough answers. He sighed as I touched his cheek. He was so handsome, why couldn’t I have met him years ago? Memories of our discussions filled my head. David had been the stalker, yet Chris is the one obsessed with me. David knew me more intimately than Chris ever could. David knew me better than I knew myself and that idea frightened me as well as excited me. I heard the door locks disengaging and knew it was Chris. I pulled myself closer to David and pretended to be asleep. He wasn’t supposed to be here, why was he? Chris entered quietly carrying a tray of food.
“What are you doing down here?” David asked without opening his eyes. His arm went around me protectively.
“Peace offering. I know I went too far and I’m sorry,” he explained as he waited for a reply. I was trembling in David’s arms; I know he felt it.
“Too far? You damn near killed her. Can’t you see she’s terrified of you now? Have you seen what you done to her?” He was angry, very angry with Chris.
“Taylor, sit up and show him,” David asked as he looked at me. I pulled back the blankets and sat up, then pulled my hair away from my neck. I let him look as I waited for one of them to say something. The angry, ugly black and blue bruises circled my neck. Although many days had passed, the bruises were still very visible.
“Please go, Chris,” I said quietly, with my voice still rough and raspy. He didn’t. He just stood there looking at me. David sat up next to me.
“You should leave. You don’t need to be anywhere near her right now,” David said as he stood up. I dropped my hair and stayed where I was. I was afraid Chris would try something. Chris took a step closer to where I was and David did not hesitate to put himself between us.
“I just want to talk to her,” Chris said as David blocked the path to me.
“You can talk to her from where you are,” David stated as he planted himself between us, crossing his arms over his chest like a bouncer in a club.
“There’s nothing to discuss Chris,” I almost whispered. My throat was still raw and sore and probably would be for a while. “You would have killed me if David hadn’t stopped you.” My trembling was getting worse. I could feel the tension in the room rising by the second like the temperature on a hot Louisiana autumn day.
“I wouldn’t have killed you Taylor. I just get so worked up when you don’t cooperate.” He tried to justify his actions by blaming me for it. This was typical of Chris. Even as teenagers he always tried to blame me for his violent outbursts against those I cared for.
“Leave Chris,” David ordered him.
“Wait.” I said. “Let him say his peace.” I really didn’t want to hear it, but as long as he felt he needed to then he would keep coming around. Maybe after he said it he would leave me alone. I stood and positioned myself behind David but where I could see Chris. David reached behind himself and put his arm around me.
“I won’t let him hurt you,” David whispered.
“I know. Let him speak,” I said as I watched Chris.
“Things got out of hand. I swear it won’t happen again,” he said as sincerely as he could. I searched his eyes and I think he believed what he was saying, but I couldn’t.
“How far would you have let it go if David hadn’t been there?” I asked as I held David’s arm to me. It was so strange; the one I initially feared was now protecting me from the one who had once loved me. Funny how things work out sometimes, isn’t it?
“I wouldn’t have killed you. I know that,” he stated firmly.
“Do you know just how close you came to doing exactly that?” I asked as I watched him. He was nervous and fidgety.
“I didn’t mean to. I lost control. I swear it won’t happen again,” he replied. He had said those same words when he put Dale in the hospital when we were teenagers. I didn’t believe him then and I don’t believe him now.
“You’re damn straight it won’t happen again because I don’t want you anywhere near her,” David almost shouted.
“This is my house. I’ll go where I please in it,” Chris retorted.
“Stay away from me, Chris. I don’t trust you anymore,” I said with tears in my eyes. I wanted him to leave and never come back, but I knew that would never happen as long as he held me here.
“You can’t keep me from coming down here. Like I said, this is my house and I’ll do what I damn well please in it.” Chris had the same look in his eyes that he had when he almost strangled me to death. I was so scared, my neck actually started throbbing.
“She needs time to heal Chris. She needs rest. If you don’t leave her alone I’ll take her far away from here and you’ll never see her again,” David threatened. It shocked me. I looked at him in amazement. Would he really take me away from here? I could only hope. If I was away from here maybe life could get back to normal, whatever normal was anymore.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Chris spat as he stepped closer to David. Chris was a good deal smaller than David in height and weight. David could easily take him but Chris was fearless now just as he was when we were younger.
“Try me. We’ve been doing this for over ten years now Chris. How many women have you terrorized to the point that you killed them because they wouldn’t cooperate?” David questioned. What? Chris told me David killed those women. Did I hear him right? My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to understand what was being said, tried to put the pieces of this puzzle together in my mind.
“I wouldn’t have had to if you would have controlled them like you said you would,” he retorted.
“Taylor is not one of those women. She never was. She wasn’t brought here to be trained and sold,” David commented.
“She was brought here because you wanted her. Plain and simple. You wanted her and here she is,” Chris countered. “You wanted to train her you said, you wanted her for yourself. How’s that working out for you?” he spat sarcastically.
“It would be working fine if you’d leave her alone,” David spat back at him. My God they sounded like jealous little boys!
“Stop this. Stop it right now,” I said as loudly as I could. “You’re BOTH holding me here. You have both been cruel to me. It doesn’t matter. Chris, you went too far. I wouldn’t be standing here right now if David had not been here and for that I am grateful to him. Will you just please go?” I said as I stayed behind David.
“This isn’t about what you want, Taylor. It never was,” Chris said as I cut him off.
“No it’s not. It has always been about what YOU wanted. You were the first one to rape me. You were the one to tell those men to take me in the barn and teach me a lesson. Do you know what they did to me? Do you even care? It was David who came out and got me. It was David who stopped you from killing me. Are you even the slightest bit sorry for what you’ve done to me?” I screamed then coughed as my throat rebelled against the forced use of it. I came around David, but he tried to stop me. I stood toe to toe with Chris.
“I think I see what’s going on here,” Chris implied as he glanced from me to David then back to me. His eyes were gleaming with jealousy. Those ocean blue eyes looked as cold as the Antarctic.
“No you don’t. You don’t have a clue because all you can see is what you want to see. When you threw me out the front door that day and I ran, those men raped me over and over then locked me in a barn stall like an animal. You kept me tied to a bed for months because I cried to get out and it gave you a headache.” I paused to catch my breath. I stuck my finger to his chest as I continued.
“You brought me to this island knowing I’d never be able to leave it. You have lied to me constantly. You said it was David who killed those women. I should’ve known better after you killed Marla right in front of me, for what? Because I wouldn’t give you permission to violate me?” I was running out of steam fast. David took my arms and tried to pull me back.
“Calm down, Taylor. He’s going to leave,” David said as I pulled away from him and went right back to poking Chris in the chest.
“It’s you who can’t let go. You left me. I didn’t want you to go but you did. You left me six weeks pregnant to raise a baby on my own! You never called. You never wrote and now you’re upset because Jack took me in and raised YOUR child as his own? What right do you have to be angry with me? TELL ME WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE?” I was beyond furious, so much so that I didn’t even realize I had told him he has a child.
“What did you say?” Chris asked as they both looked at me. “I have a child?”
“Oh my God, I never meant to tell you.” I cried and turned to David and buried myself in his arms, crying.
“I have a child? Is it a boy or girl?” He asked with curiosity. He would never leave me alone now I realized as I cried. Just days ago he had cornered me, wanting to know why I couldn’t conceive. He had made me suffer that day for something I had no control over. He was so upset that he would not have a child with me and here I had revealed something I never wanted him to know, his daughter.
“Leave her be, Chris, can’t you see she’s exhausted?” David said as he held me.
“I have a right to know about my child.” He grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him. David put his arms around me clutching me to his chest. I knew David would protect me, so I spoke.
“Is it a boy or girl? I want to know everything,” he pleaded with sincerity.
“You have a daughter. She’s beautiful. Perfect and just as stubborn as you,” I said tearfully. I knew in my heart he would never leave me alone now, never give me any peace.
“How old is she? Does she know about me?” He was shooting questions at me so fast it was making my head spin.
“I need to sit down,” I said as David took me to the couch and we sat. Chris took the chair. “Would you get me some water?” I asked David just before he sat down. He glared at Chris and retrieved the water.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Chris asked impatiently.
“You were never supposed to know,” I replied then sipped my water. “Her name is Brianna and she’s 17. She doesn’t know that Jack isn’t her father and I want to keep it that way.” I wish I hadn’t told him, wish she wasn’t his but I couldn’t take it back now.
“Tell me about her,” he urged as he put his elbows on his knees.
“You have no idea how hard this is for me,” I whispered as I held the water bottle. “If you have all of the pictures David said you did then chances are you have a picture of her. She has your hair and eyes, she’s a great student. She wants to be a computer programmer and has a full scholarship to MIT. I don’t want you upsetting her life. She doesn’t deserve it,” I said with dread knowing he would find a way to contact her and that as long as I’m locked up here I couldn’t protect her.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Chris asked quietly.
“By the time I found out I was pregnant you were all ready gone off to school. I didn’t know how to contact you. Jack offered to marry me and raise her as his own and I accepted,” I explained.
“Jack is a good father; he raised her well. You’d be proud of her,” I added. Tears streaked down my face. The last thing I wanted to think about here was my children. I couldn’t be with them, I couldn’t talk to them and it hurt me to think about not being there for them.
Silence fell across the room as I contemplated what to tell him. I knew he would not leave until he had exhausted the questions. David put his arm around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. It reassured me that he would not allow Chris to do anything more than talk. I had hoped this day would never come, and never thought it would under these circumstances. I prayed that Chris didn’t know where Jack was and would not be able to find her.
“What’s she like? Does she have a boyfriend yet? I want to know all about her. I’ve missed so much of her life,” he said in a rush. “So when I saw you that Christmas it was her you were pregnant with? I still don’t understand why you didn’t tell me then.” He sat back in his chair waiting for me to answer. Maybe, I prayed, this knowledge would keep him from hurting me anymore.
“Brianna is very mature for her age. She’s the oldest and she helped me with the others a lot. She has dated and there is a boy she was interested in the last time I spoke with her. He took her to the prom.” Tears continued to flow as I remembered my children.
“Yes when you saw me it was her I was pregnant with. I couldn’t tell you. I had all ready married Jack by then. He had committed himself to another man’s child, was I supposed to upset that? I couldn’t do it. He loves her as much as if she were his and in many ways she is.” I paused and took a drink of water. Talking was causing my throat to become more irritated and sore.
“Maybe I could bring the pictures I have down and you could tell me about them,” he offered. “Why didn’t you say anything the other night when we talked?” he added.
“You were drunk, Chris. Do you even recall what happened during that conversation?” I asked as I looked at him. How much Brianna did look like him I realized for the first time. How many years had I ignored those resemblances?
“To be honest I don’t remember much of it. I did have quite a bit to drink,” he confessed.
“That was when you started getting extremely violent with me. You choked me that night until I threw up,” I remarked as he looked a bit embarrassed. “What would have happened to me if I had told you that you had a child? That I had kept her from you all these years? You were all ready angry with me and took me to the brink of death’s door with that damn sash. You think I liked keeping it from you? I wanted to tell you. But you had school, then you disappeared and I never saw you again until the day I shot Randy. She needed a father in her life and Jack gave her that. Don’t take that away from her now, it wouldn’t be fair to her,” I asked as anger started to build in me.
“I’d like to be a part of her life now,” he said as he leaned forward again.
“Maybe one day you can meet her but it would be best for everyone that nothing is said about who you are to her.” I silently prayed that Jack would keep her from meeting him. “Promise me you will do nothing until I can be there to introduce you,” I requested.
“Why is that necessary? Don’t you trust me not to say anything to her?” he added as he stood up. Thank goodness he would be going, finally.
“No, Chris, I don’t trust you and I doubt I ever will again,” I stated as he walked toward the door.
“I have a right to at least meet her, learn about her and be involved in her life,” he said as he opened the door. I stood and ran to him. I was beyond angry and needed to say something to him to stop him from destroying Brianna’s life the way he was trying to do to mine.
“Chris, wait until an appropriate time when I can be there,” I pleaded one last time before I exploded on him.
“Why? Why shouldn’t I just send her an email right now?” He turned to me and I went off.
“What right do you have? If you had done your math back then you would have realized she couldn’t have been Jack’s. You weren’t there when she was born. You didn’t walk the floor at night when she was teething. You didn’t cry all day on her first day of school. You didn’t hold your breath the first time she went swimming without a life vest.” I had to stop and take a breath then I punched that finger to his chest again and let him have it all. “Where were you when she rode her bike the first time without training wheels? Where were you when she buried her first dog? Where were you when she went out on her first date? Or drove a car for the first time? YOU WEREN’T THERE! Jack was. What right do you have to tell her that Jack isn’t her father? You have none. You gave up that right when you left me pregnant and alone! You do what you want with me but stay away from her!” I screamed and shoved him as hard as I could. I was stunned when I actually shoved him hard enough to knock him over.
“She has a right to know Taylor,” he said as he stood back up.
“Yes she does but not when you say. When she’s old enough to accept it, yes she can be told, but not right now. Not when she has a promising future that this knowledge could take away from her,” I shouted. I was still trembling with anger. Then Chris did something that I had not anticipated.
“What right did you have to keep the pregnancy from me? You should have asked my parents to contact me. Did you ever try? What right did you have to keep her away from me all these years?” He yelled at me and backed me up until I hit the table. I would not back down, not this time.
“You gave me the right when you left me with no way to contact you,” I spat at him. “Bring the pictures. I’ll tell you about her but grant me this one request. Do not try to contact her until I have had a chance to talk to her face to face. Please, Chris.”
“I won’t make any such promises. I’ll bring the pictures down but I can’t promise you I won’t try to contact her,” he stated.
“Then at least promise me you will not tell her who you are. Make up something, anything I don’t care. Just don’t tell her,” I demanded.
“All right I won’t tell her. But you will tell her and she will know me. I will become a part of her life,” he spat back at me.
“Only if she wants you to,” I replied as he stormed out the door, locking it behind him. I nearly collapsed but David caught me and helped me back to the couch. I cried for a while before I was finally able to calm down.
“He won’t hurt her, Taylor,” David said reassuringly as he stroked my hair. I was lying across his lap. This time however I could find no comfort there. The reality that Chris now knew about his child settled in and I knew he would never let me go. He now had a permanent reason to keep me here. I held the key to his contact with his daughter. Without me, I knew Jack would prevent Chris from finding her. He would now use me to get to her and it ripped my heart out.
“You think he won’t?” I asked timidly.
“No. I don’t believe he will. I’ve known him a long time and he has always wanted children. So, no, I don’t believe he would hurt her,” he concluded.
“I didn’t think he would hurt me and look at what’s happened. How can I expect him to treat her differently?” My eyes were dry. I had no more tears left to cry. I tried not to visualize Chris meeting Brianna and what he was capable of.
“So this was why you married Jack so soon after Chris left?” he asked quietly.
“Yes.” I had no strength left in me. The last couple of weeks had taken its toll on me.
“I wish I could do something to make this easier on you,” he said with sadness in his voice, his hand still stroking my hair.
“I knew that someday I’d have to tell him. I just didn’t think it would be here, under these circumstances,” I said as a new round of tears found a way to come.
“I wish I had known you back then,” he mused. Part of me wished I had known him then too. How different my life might have been if I had.
“Why are you being so kind to me?” I asked as he brushed his fingers across my cheek, wiping away a tear.
“Did you forget already?” He smiled as he embraced me.
“No, I just wanted to be sure that I actually heard it and it wasn’t my imagination.” I sighed.
“You heard it,” he said as I snuggled in closer to him.
“David?” I began as I looked into his eyes.
“Yes, sweetheart?” he whispered with a smile.
“He’ll never stay away now, you know that don’t you?” I sighed as I lay on his lap with reality settling in on me.
“Do you trust me?” he asked as he stroked my hair, looking at me with so much love in his eyes.
“Without question,” I replied, and it was true, strange but very true. Just days ago that wasn’t the case, but now I trusted him with my life.
“Let it go then,” he whispered as I closed my eyes trying to block out the terrible thoughts that threatened to consume me. We sat like that for a long time before we went about the day, barely speaking. When night finally came, I fell into an exhausted sleep.
CHAPTER 2
Water was running. It stirred me from a deep sleep as I slowly adjusted to being awake. I heard David whistling from the bathroom. I rolled over and pulled the blankets over my head. I wasn’t ready to get up yet. The sound of the water, mingled with his whistling prevented me from falling back to sleep. My mind raced to the confrontation with Chris last night. My daughter was in danger and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. The worst thing about it was that it’s my fault. I told him about her. Shifting on the bed, I tried to push those thoughts away and focus on what today may bring. My body yearned for the knowledge David held. The water stopped and a few moments later he was climbing back into bed next to me. His arm slipped around me, pulling me to his chest as a sigh escaped me.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he sighed as he kissed the side of my neck. I felt those ripples begin and travel all the way through my body to compound in my cleft.
“Hmmm, good morning to you,” I replied as I snuggled closer to him. He always smelled so good after a shower.
“I made coffee. It’s almost done,” he suggested as he pulled me closer.
“Let it wait,” I said as I snuggled him back. Would this confusion in my mind and heart ever clear? Would I ever understand why David gets to me the way he does? I hoped I would someday. For now, I would just accept it and try to get through each day the best I could. At least now I had something to enjoy, instead of being miserable all of the time.
“Something wrong?” he asked, without moving.
“No, just enjoying the moment,” I answered as I rolled over to face him. He touched my cheek and I blushed. I held the blankets up inviting him to join me under them, he did. My own actions towards David surprised me. He has hurt me, yet I find myself undeniably drawn to him.
“I should get breakfast,” he said as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.
“In a little while,” I replied with just a hint of a smile. I watched his eyes and saw something in them that made me feel secure, safe, loved. Would I be able to return those feelings? Am I sure I want to? My heart flutters every time David touches me; it always has, even when he was cruel to me. Even then there was something inside of me that said he wouldn’t hurt me.
“Do you have any idea just how long I’ve loved you?” David said with a hint of a smile on his face. His hand lay across my hip, holding me to him firmly.
“How long David? How long have you loved me?” I asked in a teasing tone of voice, with the hint of a smile on my lips.
“Breakfast first,” he said as he kissed my forehead. “Then we should discuss a few things.” His smile lit up his entire face as he pressed his lips firm against my forehead. I did not understand the significance of this gesture yet. He pulled away and got up. I poured us some coffee and waited for him on the couch as he took his time in the bathroom. He went to the intercom and told someone to bring breakfast down then joined me on the couch. I handed him the cup as he sat next to me.
“I want to learn, David.” I smiled as I sipped my coffee. “I want you to teach me.”
“And I will sweetheart, I will,” he replied as he sipped his coffee. His voice was deep, almost a baritone but not quite that deep. When he spoke, he commanded authority. It seems easy now for me to picture him doing his thing. Secretly I had a desire to watch his sessions with the others who had come before me.
“Is it complicated? To learn I mean,” I asked, as I slid across the cushion to be closer to him.
“That depends on you. The hardest part is the obedience, which you have shown your dislike for,” he laughed as I pouted at him playfully.
“I actually have a choice in this now?” I smiled, knowing that he would do this even if I didn’t choose it. Somehow that thought turned me on a little. The mere idea of him having total control over me was enticing, erotic. The idea bothered me, only days ago his having control over me had terrified me.
“In my business, the women do not have a choice. You do,” he replied as he looked so intently into my eyes I thought he was reading my thoughts. “You know as well as I, that it will happen either way. I’m glad you’re embracing it now.” He smiled as he took my hand.
The door opened and Stefan brought breakfast in. Stefan is the tall one who assaulted me in the barn. I learned that after I was brought to this house. He had kept his distance ever since. He was handsome, but I was afraid of him. I knew that all he was waiting for was for an opportunity and he would attack me again. As he set the tray on the table he watched me. Without a word Stefan left, leaving me with an eerie feeling that he was lurking somewhere. David had instructed him that he was to stay away from me and not to speak to me. He has honored that, but would he keep doing so? I wondered as I watched his taking an assessment of me. David dished out the food and we ate in silence. One thing about being held here, they did feed me well. It wasn’t like mine, but it was edible.
“Finished?” he asked as he went to the intercom and instructed someone to remove the dishes.
“Yes,” I replied as I went back to the couch and waited for him, for what I desired and needed. David had to be at least six foot tall. He towered over me. His upper body was massively developed, but not overly so. He lifted weights, that was evident. He had only one tattoo on his left arm. A simple red heart, which I hadn’t really noticed until just now. It had my initials in the center. When had he gotten it, I wondered. It made me realize a bit more that in subtle ways he was claiming me.
“When did you get that?” I inquired as he brought us each a cup of coffee, then sat down.
“Get what?” he asked, trying to look surprised.
“The tattoo. I don’t recall seeing it before,” I commented.
“At MIT. I had the heart done, added some small details to it,” he replied as if he might be uncomfortable talking about it.
“When did you add the initials?” I pressed him. He smiled and let out a hard laugh. His cheeks turned a light shade of red. I knew he had something to confess to me, but would he?
“A very long time ago, sweetheart,” was all he said. Just how long ago did he mean? “Everything I have done with you has had a purpose in bringing you to this lifestyle.” He was almost whispering. “Every touch, every lesson, every kiss.” He smiled.
“What do you mean?” I asked, sitting so close to him that my knee was against his thigh.
“When I kiss you on the forehead or the top of the head, it is my way of staking my claim on you. A way of letting you know that you belong to me, so to speak,” he explained as he watched my face for a reaction.
“I understand,” I said as the idea suddenly dawned on me. He kissed me there to state in essence that he owned me. As much as I still wanted to deny it, he did own me. It, also, excited me. Would this claim he is staking on me stop Chris from being involved? I could hope.
“Is there a problem with that?” he asked as he watched my reaction to what he had confessed.
“No. I’ve never considered it that way I suppose,” I replied, as the idea of the gesture now made perfect sense. In the early days of my captivity, even when he wore the mask, he had done this to me. My first day, he had done this and it had repulsed me then. Looking back now I knew he had claimed me even before he had kidnapped me.
“You actually accepted this claim without realizing it, Taylor,” he explained as he visually appraised me.
“How?” I asked. I had never verbalized this desire until a few days ago.
“When you allowed me to collar you.” He smiled as he glanced at my neck, then my wrists, and then back to my eyes. How had this act been defined as submission, I wondered. “When I put the bracelet on you without locking it I was giving you the opportunity to refuse it. When you didn’t, you basically stated that you accepted my claim on you.”
Accepted his claim? How could that be when I hadn’t understood then exactly what it meant? My heart began to race considering what the act now meant to me, and how he had seen it that day. I stared at my bracelets which he held up in display to me. A symbol that he had claimed me. Suddenly something Chris said came to me. Chris had told me the bracelets were his idea. I was confused; did this mean I had accepted them both?
“I thought the bracelets were Chris’s idea,” I commented, a bit lost in thought.
“No sweetheart. I designed them. I had them made for you,” David assured me as I continued to examine the bracelet on my right wrist.
“Oh,” I said as I listened for him to continue.
“Taylor, to be taught, truly taught you have to surrender everything to me. Are you prepared to do that?” he asked without moving his hands from mine.
“What do you mean?” I whispered as I still tried to comprehend the bracelets and their meaning.
“You have to allow me to do everything for you. Clothe you, bathe you, feed you but, most of all, pleasure you.” He paused as I took this in and considered it. “You will have to obey me. Much like the lesson with the rope. Can you obey me that much?” His hand released mine and found my cheek. His touch felt good, causing gooseflesh to rise on my body. Could I put that much trust in him? Am I ready to do this with him? I had not known the training would require so much of me, and I honestly was not sure I was prepared to hand over that amount of power to David.
“What does that mean exactly, David?” I quietly asked as I looked away, not wanting him to see the doubt within me. Would I be prepared to hear the intricate details of this?
“Taylor, it simply means you do nothing without permission from me. It means you will present yourself in the proper fashion and obey what I tell you without question. Failure to do so results in punishment, and at this stage the punishment is not pleasurable, Taylor,” he explained as he gently rubbed my hands with his finger. His tone told me that this meant a great deal to him, and I did not want to disappoint him. A need within me to please him had erupted and I could not tell where it had come from.
“I’ll do my best David, it’s all I can promise,” I replied, hoping he would be satisfied with this answer. Would this change anything between us? I prayed that it wouldn’t, that this training would bring us closer.
“It’s all I expect, sweetheart, nothing more, nothing less.” He smiled and laid my hands in my lap.
“What happens now?” I almost whispered, hoping this would not be more than I could bear to do.
“We should begin with how to properly present yourself. A submissive should always kneel before her Master,” he explained as he took my hand and stood me in front of him. “Proper kneeling is resting your rear on your heels, legs open and your hands on your thighs.” I kneeled in the described position and found that to my amazement it was quite an erotic presentation.
“Do I have to call you Master?” I asked with a smile as he appraised my presentation.
“I prefer you call me by name, sweetheart. A submissive is also not permitted eye contact unless the Master requests it. You should look down until you are told otherwise,” he commented and I obeyed, knowing this would probably be the hardest rule to follow. “A submissive is, also, not to speak unless spoken to or given permission to.” Not speak? How could I possibly obey this one, I wondered as I looked down at my hands.
“A submissive should be aware that she no longer owns her body. It belongs to her Master and he will control every aspect of it,” David went on. “The submissive is not to do anything without her Master’s permission and in no way is she ever to experience pleasure except at his hand.” He paused there as he stood in front of me. I longed to look at him, but kept my eyes on my hands. This was proving to be a very humbling experience.
“Stand up, Taylor.” He commanded. I obeyed, keeping my eyes looking down as I stood. I held my arms to my sides and waited for him to instruct me further.
“Put your hands behind your neck and clasp them together,” he asked and I did as I was told, still looking down. I could see he was moving but could not tell what he was doing. He knelt in front of me and began strapping something to my cleft. I knew this device and wondered why he was doing this. Once it was fastened in place, he turned it on very low. He stood and turned so I could not see him. Suddenly I jumped with excitement and shock. He had turned on the implants, extremely low, but enough to send little jolts throughout my body. I gasped and almost cried out.
“The implants were never meant to be used to hurt you, sweetheart. How does it feel?” he asked as he adjusted them to a pulse instead of a constant shock.
“Somewhat exciting David,” I replied fighting the urge to reach down and remove the vibrator. I could do nothing about the implants and the idea of that turned me on.
“Hold your hands in front of you,” he directed and I did so. He used small padlocks and fastened them together with a short length of chain between them. “You will attend to your chores now. You are not to touch yourself in any way. Understood?” He paused and waited for my reply.
“Yes, David,” I answered as I went about getting my supplies together to clean my room. The chain was only about six inches and made cleaning take a bit longer than usual. David sat on the couch watching me, appraising me as I went about my daily cleaning. When I came to the bed, I found that changing the sheets was very difficult with my wrists bound this way. He made no move to assist me, so I struggled with the sheet until I finally managed to get it in place. The implants were on then off and on again, each time causing me to jump just a bit. The vibrator was stimulating me and the chores were almost unbearable.
“Taylor,” David said and I stopped sweeping and waited to see what his request would be. “When you’re ready to mop the floor I want you to mop it by hand, on your hands and knees,” he commanded.
“Yes David. As you wish,” I answered and went back to finish the sweeping. I prepared the cleaning solution and positioned myself to begin scrubbing. The vibrator dug into my clit as I crouched on my hands and knees. I fought the urge to cry out and remove it. I wasn’t sure how much more of the stimulation I could endure before needing release. It took hours to scrub the floor since my hands were bound together, but finally I finished and put the cleaning supplies away. I went and knelt in front of David waiting for his praise or instructions. My need had grown exponentially within me while I was on my hands and knees and I longed to have him grant me release.
“You have done well, sweetheart,” David said in that college instructor tone. “I think we should teach you how to please your Master.” David sighed as he stood and removed his pants. They fell to the floor in a heap as he sat back down. I stared in horror knowing what he was about to ask of me. Although my need was great my dislike of oral copulation was greater. I wanted to ask him to choose another way, to beg him not to make me do this. I had hated this since I was a teenager. It was Chris’s favorite thing and we did it so much that I grew to hate it.
“Rise up on your knees, sweetheart,” David instructed. “Take it and please me, sweetheart,” he breathed as I positioned myself between his knees. I took his hard member in my hands and slowly lowered my lips to it. I closed my eyes trying to imagine anything but this as I took it into my mouth. I teased the tip with my tongue the way I remembered that Chris had enjoyed, then took it all deep into my mouth. He moaned deeply as he scooted down on the couch providing me a better angle to service him. I took my time, sucking on him, tasting the sweet pre cum as he continued to moan and hold my head in his hands. Meanwhile my need continued to increase within me. I could feel my wetness and tried to put it out of my mind for the moment. His need was growing. I knew this because his cock enlarged and his moans were louder as he pushed my head down onto him with such force that it startled me. His ejaculation filled my mouth and I fought not to gag as I swallowed it quickly, trying not to taste it. He pulled me off and ran his fingers through my hair.
“Excellent, sweetheart,” he gasped as he composed himself. I rested back on my heels in the kneeling position as the vibrator drove my need through the roof.
“Thank you, David.” I whispered, trying not to sound desperate with need as I looked at my restrained wrists.
“Serving your Master should always be done with pride, Taylor. I know your dislike for oral, that’s why I chose to overcome that issue today,” he said as he leaned forward and tipped my chin so that I was looking into his eyes. I wanted to cry out for him to take me, grant me release but I knew speaking without permission would be punished, so I bit my bottom lip to keep myself in check. The implants were still pulsating and the vibrator still stimulating my clit as I knelt there looking into his eyes, fighting the urge to speak.
“Tomorrow I’ll move you upstairs, to my suite. Would you like that, sweetheart?” he asked as he continued looking in my eyes. My heart leaped into my throat and threatened to pound its escape. I couldn’t speak; this was more than I could have hoped for. How could I respond when I did not think my voice would work? My breath caught in my throat and I gasped as I tried to catch it.
“Sweetheart, are you all right?” David asked looking a bit concerned.
“Yes, David.” I stammered and tried to vocalize something to him that told him I would love to move upstairs.
“Your suite sounds lovely.” I wanted to look away, not feel his intense stare in my eyes as if it were searching my soul. His hand released my chin and immediately I looked into my lap. My hands were trembling and a part of me was terrified to leave this room.
“I know what you’re afraid of, sweetheart,” he commented as he leaned his head next to mine. I felt a single tear slide down my cheek as his warm breath whispered into my ear. “Do you trust me?”
“Without question.” I whispered as I sat there trembling in front of him. How could he possibly protect me up there?
“Then do so,” he said as he stood up and walked into the bathroom, leaving me there to contemplate the situation. My mind was reeling with the possibilities. I had dreamed of being up there, to be able to escape, but knowing what I now know about the house, the idea seemed futile at best. This had to be another lesson, another test. One day at a time I said to myself, slow down. When he returned to his chair, instead of sitting he took me by the arms and stood me beside him. Could he see the turmoil I had from his revelation? Could he see my fear?
“Taylor, you shouldn’t be confined down here any longer. It’s time you join us upstairs,” David said soothingly as he tilted my chin up to face him.
My cheeks streaked with tears and my mind full of confusion, his touch calmed me. The idea of being upstairs had been a fantasy I had when it seemed impossible. Now, with the situation with Chris, I feared the upstairs because it made me accessible to Chris. His other hand reached up and he cupped my face. His warm lips brushed my forehead, and then the tip of my nose before he paused just centimeters away from my trembling lips. He pressed his forehead to mine and the tips of our noses touched. I felt his breath across my face and I wanted to speak so desperately.
Standing there as we were neither of us spoke. How long have I dreamed of being up there, a better way to plan an escape from this hellhole. Now, filled with confusion about my feelings for David, being upstairs had a totally different meaning for me. The green and gold specks in his eyes seemed overly brilliant, almost flashing from within at times. There was no doubt within me that I belonged to him, with him. There was, also, no doubt within me that I wanted to stay as far away from Chris as I could. What should have brought me joy yielded only confusion and heartache. His thumbs caressed my lips as he moved ever so slightly and took my mouth. I accepted the kiss eagerly, maybe a little too much. His kiss sent molten lava through my veins, increasing the ever demanding need that was already there.
As we kissed, deeply, passionately, I felt the venus butterfly send vibrations all through my cleft and the implants I had forgotten about pulsing, stimulating me. My need was extreme and he knew just how to push it farther, make it deeper and so much stronger in intensity. The urge to wrap my arms around him could not be fulfilled; my wrists remained chained with the short length he had secured there earlier. A moan filled our mouths as his kiss continued. His right hand tenderly traced my neck as he grasp the back of my head tightly, pulling me closer to him. As he pulled away, ever so slowly, he left only millimeters between our lips, allowing me to try to catch my breath.
“Sweetheart, tell me what you desire,” he breathed so softly, it was almost inaudible. His comment once again causing my breath to catch in my throat momentarily rendering my voice useless.
“I need release, David,” I softly whispered into his slightly parted lips without moving, but still trembling in anticipation. Without responding, his left hand traveled down my body and unclasped the Venus butterfly. It fell to the floor still on. As he done this my heart raced and I pursed my lips, knowing he would give me the release I so desperately needed. With his foot, he pushed the Venus butterfly away and then he guided us down to the carpet where he positioned himself above me. Our faces remained so close that when he breathed out I filled my lungs with his air. It filled my entire being with his scent, his desire, his need. My back arched ever so slightly, anxious for what he was offering to me. He took the chain between my wrists and used it to lift my hands above my head and out of the way. Every nerve in my body stood at attention, anticipating his touch, preparing for it. Everything David had done to me over the last couple of weeks had taught me I still had much to learn about true ecstasy, and I discovered that I not only wanted to learn it, but desired it more than I could ever have imagined.
David was in no hurry, taking his time to kiss my entire body with featherlike kisses that made my body tremble with pleasure. Writhing beneath him, I knew he could sense how this affected me. His right hand held my arms in place while his left made a map of sorts upon my skin. Every touch that brought a moan he seemed to take note of, every kiss that made me sigh he repeated until I was lost within the passion consuming me and it was all that existed for me. His knee eased between my legs and opened them with no resistance. His other leg followed suit until he was directly in line with me, but he did not enter me. My breathing was rapid with need and he lowered his face to mine, so close I could almost feel the air move when he blinked his eyes.
“Sweetheart, what do you desire?” he asked looking into my eyes.
“Make love to me, David,” I gasped as I continued to writhe beneath him. My body no longer obeying my mind, but possessed by the need moving in accordance to the desire within it. His lips met mine in a fiery kiss that lit fires of passion deep within me as he gently and slowly entered me. I gasped into our mouths but the kiss held firm as he did as I asked and made love to me.
Hours could have passed and seemed as mere minutes in this passionate ride of ecstasy he took me on. His movements deliberately slow to make me feel every stroke, every time he grazed my hot spot. I tugged at his hand holding my wrists. I wanted to touch him, to put my arms around him and return a fraction of the pleasure he was giving to me so freely. Not being able to drove me to a depth of desire I had never known existed. As he gently thrust in and out of me, his kiss held my lips hostage. His body pressed to mine almost pinning me beneath him as he passionately made love to me. The feel of his skin to mine was quite erotic and was nearly driving me insane since I could not touch him with my hands. As his right hand held mine firmly, I pulled at them, wishing they were free. His response was to break the kiss and put his mouth near my ear.
“Not yet, sweetheart, wait,” he breathed into my ear as he continued to make love to me. “Experience this moment, Taylor, relish it.” He pressed his face into my neck and continued to torment me by denying my release.
“David……… please……… I um…………..oh,” I stammered as he moved in and out, causing me to feel each and every millimeter of each stroke. Moaning and near tears, I writhed beneath him in desperate need.
“Shhhhh,” he soothed as he took me to a level that I thought I never wished to leave. His chest was pressed to mine and I could feel his chest hair tickling my breasts and found it exciting me. His breath became rapid and his thrusts increased in speed. I gasped as this intensity took my breath, for it told me he would achieve release soon and I would be permitted to as well. As he thrust into me, tears began to flow. I had never cried during sex before and knew this would be an experience I would treasure for the rest of my life. I could contain myself no longer.
“David……. Ple…. OH….Dav…” I stuttered as my voice betrayed me. I was panting with need as he whispered into my ear.
“Now, sweetheart.” And he thrust hard into me, filling me with his passion. He nearly collapsed on top of me, but did not pull out. I could feel him throbbing inside of me and I loved it. My entire body tensed and spasmed as my own orgasm took me. Tears had streaked my face and I turned my face into his neck and tenderly kissed him.
“Thank you, David,” I said softly as my tears continued to silently march over my cheeks.
The rest of the day passed fairly fast as I simply practiced kneeling at his feet and experiencing the eroticism of this position. Not being allowed eye contact was quite difficult for me, as I realized I truly loved looking into his eyes and seeing into his soul. Not being allowed to speak wasn’t so difficult. The silence allowed me time to think. This war within me raged as my emotions tried to get in order. The idea that David had reached into me as deeply as he had frightened me, it also excited me beyond reason. As I knelt there I thought about the move to his suite and what it would mean for me. In my soul I desired to be free, but what did that mean now? Was escaping this place being truly free or was the knowledge that David held the key to that freedom? Once again I was consumed with confusion and no clear resolutions. Sometimes he startled me when he’d touch me as I was lost in thought. I found myself yearning for that touch, leaning into it and finding that his touch somewhat excited me. A small peaceful feeling filled me at that thought, the idea that did desire David and what he would teach me. As I lay down next to him, I found sleep elusive.
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