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  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good, my little sub. You may now come as a reward, but I want to hear it as well as feel it.” His fingers worked their magic on her, which ended with her screaming softly in delight as she came over them.

  He pushed her from him and stood. Helping her out, he wrapped her in a towel and carried her back into the bedroom. He looked around then decided to put her back on the bed. She looked so helpless lying there, wrapped in the towel. She licked her lips as she looked over at him, her eyes fastening on his erection. Her pink tongue flicked across her lips again and he could not resist. He knew he should not take advantage of her but he saw her eye his cock.

  “You will suck my cock until I come, you will swallow all my cum, then lick my dick dry.”

  Without giving her a chance to reply, he began to thrust in her mouth. She sucked and licked as it plunged in and out of her mouth. He grabbed her hair as he thrust in deeply and came. She swallowed his cum and then licked his cock.

  “Thank you, little sub. You have pleased me so much already.” Antony smiled down at her. “We will talk about the things that I like my sub to do later. When we do, you will tell me your hard limits and you will give me your reasons and I will consider them.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He walked over and picked up some ointment the Doc had left. Returning to her side, he made her lie on her back while he spread it gently over her welts. He then picked up her clothes. “You need to get dressed now. I am taking you home.” He helped her then dressed himself quickly.

  Helping her stand, leaning against the bed, he said, “Do not try to put any weight on your foot. The doc told me your ankle is not broken but it will take at a while before it can bear weight.”

  He swept her into his arms and she blushed. He bet the sadist would have expected her to crawl if she could not walk. He carried her out into the entrance foyer and placed her on a chair. Going over to the man on duty, he asked if Richard was still there.

  “No, Antony, he left earlier. He did leave a message for you,” he said and handed over a folded sheet of paper. Antony read it then walked back and sat next to her.

  “You said you had a room booked, that your clothing and possessions were there.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She nodded.

  “You will come to my home. Later in the day, I will get someone to pick up your things and bring them, as well as your car, to my house. Give me your car keys.” He knew this would be decisive for her. Would she hand them over without a word or would she ask why? Cassie opened her handbag and removed her keys without a word. She put them in his hand as well as the key to her hotel room. She was stunned when he smiled at her and leant forward to kiss her lips.

  Going back to the duty officer, he gave him both sets of keys. “Richard said he will arrange for someone to drop Cassie’s car and her things off to me. The things left in the Red room can be destroyed. Neither she or I want any reminders.” The man nodded. Antony left him, swept her into his arms, and carried her out to a black SUV in the car park. He settled her into the passenger seat and then drove from the park.

  Chapter Three

  They drove for thirty minutes before he pulled into a driveway on the side of a large hill. It wound through trees and he parked in front of a large timber house. It was set within the forest and looked beautiful. Carrying her inside, she gasped when she saw it. Windows filled the house with light and it overlooked the valley below. She wanted to tell him how lovely it was but knew it was not her place to speak without being asked. He sat her on a large sofa in front of the windows. He pulled over another armchair and sat in front of her.

  “Cassie, listen very carefully. I expect obedience at all times, as I have said, but when we are together and not at the Club or in the bedroom, I expect you to act naturally. That means we talk. That means you can ask me questions. I can ask you questions. It means we engage in conversations, nothing is off limits. You can speak anytime without asking permission. Okay?”

  * * * *

  She licked her lips and he felt his heart jump at that seductive gesture, and then she said, “Yes, Sir.”

  He leant forward and rubbed his thumb across her mouth. She leant into it, so he pushed it into her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around it as he pushed it in and out. She could see his cock strain against his pants as he removed his finger.

  “You excite me, my little sub. Tell me, are you getting wet?”

  She blushed before saying, “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.” It was obvious he wanted her but was mindful of her ankle and the cuts on her body. She could tell he wished to take her, but this man was not a beast, he would not hurt her. She felt brave. She wanted to show she could be a good sub and softly spoke.

  “Master, you could take me on a table or the bed. I do not like you to be so hard and not be satisfied.”

  He smiled in delight. “Ah my little sub, you are getting brave.” Once more, he leapt to his feet and picked her up. He carried her to a large table and laid her across it. He rushed and tore her panties. She spread her legs wide for him and he groaned in delight. “Little sub, tell me who owns this cunt.”

  “You, Sir.”

  “Tell me what I own.”

  “You own my cunt, Sir.”

  “Exactly, I own it and I own you.” She flinched a little at his words but he dipped his head to lick between her legs. “You are mine. You will learn to love me, but in the meantime I wish to explore what is now mine.”

  He licked her once again and then dropped his pants, his swollen cock springing free. He felt in his pocket and found a condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, he rolled it onto his penis. He placed it at the head of her slit then thrust in hard. It felt wonderful to her, her muscles gripping his dick tight as he began to thrust in and out of her wet, hot cunt. She tried not to moan. The monster had not permitted it, but she wondered if he loved to hear it.

  “Look at me, little sub. I want to hear you. I want you to tell me what you feel. I want you to scream if you want.” He put his thumb on her clit and pressed the nub while he fucked her and Cassie was overjoyed at her response.

  She wriggled under his cock and thumb and her moans got louder. She was panting as she tried to match his thrusts. “Come for me, my little sub, come for me loud!” he demanded, and she would not disappoint him as she screamed repeatedly, “Sir! Yes Sir!” while she felt her cunt grab his cock tight, her muscles rippling across it. He pushed in as deep as he could and Cassie felt spasms as she came screaming. He pumped into her and then spilt his load, his cock deep within her cunt.

  * * * *

  He withdrew and looked at her. Her face was flushed from her orgasm. She was watching him, wondering what he would do with her. She looked tired. He felt guilty and he suddenly realised how emotionally draining this had been for her.

  “Come, little sub.” He held out his arms for her. She wriggled down the table and put her arms around his neck. “Are you thirsty, hungry?”

  He felt her nod against his shoulder so he carried her into the kitchen, sat her on the bench, poured her some juice, and stood over her while she drank. He filled a bowl with cereal and poured milk over it then watched as she ate it, drinking some juice himself.

  “A lot has happened to you in a few short hours. When was the last time you slept a full eight hours?” He was not surprised when she looked puzzled.

  “I can’t remember, Sir,” she answered thoughtfully.

  He picked her up again and took her into his bedroom. Depositing her on the bed, he gently removed her clothing. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

  She blushed and then nodded, so he carried her in and left her while he went to check his phone messages. When he returned she was sitting on the edge of the tub. He was pleased she had not attempted to make her own way to the bed. Once more, he lifted her then placed her in the centre of his bed and covered her with a sheet. “I want you to sleep. You
need to be fully rested and recovered for me to enjoy you fully. I know you slept with the sedative but a lot has happened and you need a few more hours rest.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She looked at him shyly. It was obvious she wanted to ask him something but was still hesitant to speak.

  “Yes?”

  “Sir, will you tell me what pleases you? I do not want to disappoint you.”

  “I will. But you will tell me honestly what pleases you.” He heard her draw a gasp. “I get no enjoyment from forcing someone to do something that I know they do not like. I will force you outside your comfort zone but I will never push you to do something you do not enjoy or something abhorrent. I have told you this.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” She sounded unsure, as if she did not believe what he said.

  “I am not a sadist like your previous Master, but I will bind you. I will expect you to service me. I will fuck your arse and hit you”—she paled—“but I will never hit you like he did. It sickens me. Instead I will hit you to increase your pleasure.” He could read her expression of disbelief. That she could get any pleasure from being hit was beyond her yet.

  “I will tie you up in the Club, I will watch as you squirm because I will not allow you to orgasm. I will make you suck me off in front of everyone.” She was breathing faster. “Little sub, you will beg me to fuck you in front of the whole Club just so you can scream as you come for me. Will you like that, my little sub?”

  Her mouth a large O, breathlessly she whispered, “Yes Sir.”

  “Good. Would you love me to fuck your arse? Love me to suck your clit, bite and suck your tits?” She was flushed with arousal so he pulled down the sheet. “Show me how wet you are.”

  She spread her legs apart and he groaned, seeing how she glistened with cunt juices.

  “Finger yourself for me. I want to watch. Fuck yourself until you come.”

  He pulled a chair in front of the bed and watched as she hesitantly began to rub her clit. “Do it properly or I will punish you, I want you to enjoy it.”

  She closed her eyes then began to push one finger into her slit and he could see how excited she got. “Do not close your eyes. I want to you to look at me, I want to hear you.”

  She started pushing two fingers into herself. He could hear them in the wetness, smell her arousal. She started to moan as a third finger went in and she used her other hand to rub her clit. He could see she wanted to pull on her nipples, but they were too sore so she satisfied herself by thrusting her fingers in and out.

  “That’s it, fuck yourself hard.”

  She was calling out for him. “Sir, Sir.” She writhed on her hand. “Come now,” he demanded. She was so programmed as a sub that as soon as he gave her permission she exploded on her hand. He watched as the spasms subsided. He stood and walked near to her head. Leaning over, he kissed her lips. He went into the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth to wipe her. She looked surprised. Obviously she had never been cleaned like that before, nor had she been kissed so tenderly.

  “I really enjoyed watching that. I hope it helps you to sleep now.”

  “Thank you, Sir. Yes, Sir.” He threw the sheet over her and left the room.

  * * * *

  Cassie could not explain how she felt. This man had turned her world upside-down in a few short hours. She could not believe that he was sincere, yet his actions seemed to show he was. The things he said, and those he did not, all made her feel safe. She did not think she would sleep but amazingly, she did.

  She woke early in the afternoon to find a long T-shirt of Sir’s on the bed beside her. She was not sure what she should do but pulled on the shirt. She thought Sir would be angry with her if she attempted to walk so she perched in the middle of the bed and waited.

  It was not long before he walked into the room with a smile. “You looked more rested than you did and my shirt looks very charming on you.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Okay, more ground rules. When we are together, unless it is obvious we are in a Dom/sub situation, you will call me Antony.”

  “Yes, Sir…I mean, yes, Antony.” He grinned at her and sat beside her on the bed. “Today is Saturday. I think we should let you heal before we go back to the Club. In the meantime, we can get to know each other. Unless I say otherwise, you can relax and just get better.”

  It shocked him to see her face. Obviously she had been used twenty-four-seven before, never had anyone treat her as a person, but now it was up to him to show him how a true Dom cared for his sub. He found himself feeling very protective of her. He found that he wanted her to love him.

  “Come, I have some lunch ready. Up we go.” He picked her up again and carried her into the kitchen to set her at the small table there. He put juice in front of her, and then set a tray filled with salad vegetables and cold meats in front of her. He took bread from the cupboard and set that down, grabbed some plates and cutlery, and sat down opposite her.

  “Eat, or do I have to feed you.”

  She looked horrified and immediately put a small amount of food on her plate. She seemed afraid to take much although she looked hungry. Had her old Master kept her hungry all the time? Startling her, Antony put more food onto her plate.

  “We have to fatten you up.”

  * * * *

  She glanced up and caught him laughing. Suddenly she realised that he was joking with her. Never had that happened, and she felt warm and fuzzy but was not sure how to react.

  “Come on, Cassie. I don’t bite.” He smiled at her. They ate together. She was still nervous but was starting to trust this man. She ate with relish until she was full. It felt amazing not to feel hungry. When they had finished, he cleared the table then lifted her and carried her into the lovely room with the windows.

  “Relax, tell me about yourself.” Hesitantly at first, but with him asking questions and drawing her out, she began to unwind and talk.

  “Were you working? Do you need to contact your employer to tell them where you are?”

  “No. He threatened to tell the people I worked for what I was. He said he would send pictures. I…If my bosses knew, well they would be shocked. He even said he would send photographs to the newspapers if I did not do whatever he asked. He said he had pictures of me, pictures of me and his mates. They were doing things to me.”

  Her voice broke as she went on. “I felt I had no choice, I did what he demanded. If those pictures were published or my bosses saw them my career would be over.”

  She gave a wry laugh, “Then he made me quit.”

  “I understand Cassie, you had to do whatever you could to survive.”

  He hugged her.

  “What type of work did you do?”

  “I have always worked for big companies, usually as a PA, I know I am good at my work.”

  “What about things you did to relax, hobbies?”

  She thought back. When she was younger she had enjoyed taking photographs, but the monster had stopped that.

  “When I was living alone I liked to take photographs of things.”

  “Wow, I like doing that too. I don’t suppose you have a camera still. I will show you all of mine, you can use them anytime you wish. We can go on some shooting expeditions.”

  Cassie’s old camera had broken a few years ago and she had not gotten around to replacing it, then she met the monster. She grinned at Antony. It would be great fun to get back into photography again, especially if they could do it together.

  * * * *

  They sat together, his arm around her, for a few hours and by the end of it, he felt he knew who she was a little better. He would have to build up her self-confidence again, but he knew underneath all her fear she was a wonderful woman and perfect for him. For her part, Cassie was thanking her lucky stars that this man had decided he wanted her. She offered to give him a massage and enjoyed rubbing his feet and caring for him.

  * * * *

  Over the course of the next week, she began to relax more in his com
pany. Her car and her clothing had turned up and he would pick out what she should wear each day. By Wednesday she was able to walk around without limping, although she still had her ankle strapped. The cuts on her body were now just a few scabs after his tender care of them, and she felt better than she had in many years. She was starting to realise her own self-worth, knew she was someone who was important and worth caring for.

  For his part, Antony was happy to see the dark lines around her eyes disappear, and she was no longer flinching when he touched her. He even thought her body looked less skinny.

  They were discovering more and more things about each, learning the things they like and did not like. Antony was pleased to discover Cassie loved to cook. He had always enjoyed cooking and now they could share their love of it.

  Thursday afternoon he told her to get dressed as they were going shopping. He gave her jeans and a T-shirt so she knew it was nothing fancy. He drove her into the city and they ate a late lunch at a little bistro then he took her to an outfitters that specialised in erotic clothing. He picked out several corsets and made her try them on. He selected five and told her they would get others later. She told him she had some already, but he replied that she would never wear anything that the monster had made her wear and that he had thrown them away. He selected some thigh-high boots. It was tight trying them on over her bandage, but he decided she would have three pairs, one red pair and two in black.

  He made her sit down and while she waited, he went and selected a flogger, paddle, and some silk ropes. He winked at her when he caught her looking at him. She reddened, as she had been admiring his body in his jeans and form-fitting shirt. A few times she had caught some of the women in the shop looking over at him, but he had ignored them completely.

  He often touched her and she knew she was falling in love with him. It scared her. She would have to hide it from him because he was her Master. The monster had told her if she ever fell in love with him he would kill her, not that there was any chance of that happening. He told her that all Masters would get rid of their subs if they made the mistake of falling in love with their Master. She worried. She would have to pretend somehow. She must have shown it on her face because he looked across the room at her, puzzled.