If she was about to come, he would stop and she would buck and writhe through the ruined orgasm.

Alora could barely take it. She knew he would let her come if she begged but she was still too damn proud to give in. After the fourth ruined orgasm, she was trying to push herself against him, anything to get herself off. She screamed when the sharp slap landed right on her clit. It almost got her off, another of those and she would cum.

"Bad girl, I told you I let you cum when you begged," he said, his tongue brushing over her clit, just a touch. "Are you ready to beg me now sweetheart?"

Against her better judgement, Alora shook her head.

"Pity."

His finger began to move again and he continued his assault on her. Just light touches, back and forth over her engorged clit, his tongue trailed a torturous circle over her pussy. She bucked and writhed and moaned and cursed, but he never stopped, just light licks, keeping her right on the edge. Eventually, after almost 40 minutes of torture, Alora moaned out a quiet, "Please."

Daniel smiled. "What was that?" He pulled the gag from her mouth.

"Please."

"Please... what?"

"Please let me cum."

"Hm, not quite, I guess I'll have to keep going."

She writhed. "No, please no more."

"You know what you have to say to cum Alora." He turned his finger inside her, beginning to pump in and out again.

She whined. "Please," she said breathlessly, "Please fuck me."

"Good girl, that's all you had to say," he told her, before reaching down to untie her ankles and spread her legs even wider. He unbuckled his trousers and pulled out his throbbing cock, lining it up with her soaking entrance. "Say it again, one more time," he whispered to her.

"Fuck me," she whispered, defeated.

He smiled and thrust inside her in one go. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and moaned loudly when he began to pump inside of her. He reached down, stroking her clit again, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. She held off the rising wave for a few moments, so afraid he'd stop again. But then he whispered "Cum for me," in her ear, and she surrendered to it, her climax washing over her in waves, lasting longer than any orgasm she'd had before. He didn't stop when she went limp under him though, he kept going, pumping hard and fast, rubbing her sore clit until she fell into another orgasm, which was almost painful. He finally stopped though, when she was almost on her way to a third orgasm and every stroke of pleasure was too painful. His thrusts became erratic and his hand moved from her clit, until he grunted and she felt his cum coat the inside of her and begin to drip down her thighs when he pulled out.

He lay down beside her panting the same as she was. "So you can be a good girl when you want something."

She glared at him through her tears. She couldn't believe she'd begged. She felt so embarrassed, so used.

He pulled her up to the head of the bed, allowing her to bring her hands to her chest and rest her head on the pillow. He rolled her onto her side and wrapped her in his arms. "If you're good, you can be a little happy here. Maybe I'll even let you out of these cuffs. But if your bad, I'll keep having to punishing you," he said, running his hand over her bruising ass. "And I'll have to keep you tied up here. So are you going to be good for me, or not?"

Alora didn't answer, but more tears fell on her cheeks. He wiped them away then slid off the bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom. She heard the water running and soon he returned with a washcloth and wiped her down, wiping away the cum dribbling down her thighs and stinging her bruised ass. He left her there, curled up and crying and locked the bedroom door behind him when he went.

He came in the next morning, waking her by brushing her hair out of her face. She flinched away from him, scrambling as far back as the cuffs allowed. "Get away from me," she told him, and he raised an eyebrow. He looked sinfully handsome today, wearing a crisp black shirt and jeans, his tousled brown hair looking like a model's.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck you just yet. My people will bring you some food and then we have to go."

"Go? Go where?"

"My house, of course, I don't live here, I just like to keep a playroom handy wherever I am."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," she spat, but he just chuckled.

"You don't have much of a choice, but if you are good from now on, I'll give you a shirt to wear on the ride over, unless you want to be naked the whole trip?"

Alora didn't respond, she just looked down.

"Good girl," he told her before turning toward the door and leaving, letting another man through with a tray of food.

The man left the tray on the bed, and though she didn't want to take anything he offered, she was starving and gobbled down the eggs and toast in minutes, downing the glass of water. The man returned and took the tray back again, and Alora just sat curled up on the bed, waiting. Eventually, Daniel returned, looking cheery as ever, and leaned over her to unlock her cuffs. Before he did though, he whispered into her ear; "If you try anything, I'll hogtie you, you'll travel in the boot, and when we arrive I'll whip that sweet little ass raw, got it?"

Alora glared, but nodded, she knew it was useless to try anything right now, with his imposing frame leaning on her and his men guarding the doors. He unlocked the cuffs and she rubbed her sore wrists. He gently pulled her off the bed and guided her to the door as she hugged herself. She stopped.

"Wait, you said you'd give me some clothes," she said firmly, terrified of walking out to the others stark naked, covered in bruises and dried tears.

"Actually, I recall saying I'd give you a shirt if you were good."

"Was I not good?"

He smirked, "You were, surprisingly. And I'm a man of my word." He unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off his sculpted shoulders and holding it out to her, revealing his chest in all its glory. She hadn't had much of a chance to admire him the night before, but no one that evil should be allowed to be that handsome.

She gulped and hesitantly took the shirt from him, sliding the smooth fabric over her cold shoulders. It was still warm, and it smelt of him, reminding her of last night, and the shame came rushing back. The shirt was far too big for her and covered her bruises, but she could still feel the sting. "Thank you," she mumbled, then cursed herself for it, she shouldn't be thanking this man for anything. She wished she could crawl into a corner and cry, and this whole nightmare would be over, but instead, Daniel placed an arm around her shoulder and cheerily led her out of the bedroom and back into the office. There were at least five guards standing outside this time, all watching her warily, waiting for her to make her move. She simultaneously wanted to cuddle up to Daniel, use his protective arm as a safety net, and wanted to commit some defenestration (throw him out a window) and then take ten billion showers to rid herself of his touch. But she did neither and she walked warily with him to the lift, standing uncomfortably at his side, hugging herself, inhaling his scent that was both intoxicating and revolting.

When they stepped out on the ground floor, Alora remembered her last escape attempt, wishing she had just run instead of stopping to yell for help. There was no chance of running now, there were another squad of guards lining the path to the dark limo and Alora stiffened at the sight of them, but Daniel just led her straight past them, opening the car door for her, but she froze, unable to bring herself to get in. Unable to give up that easily. If she got in that car, she may never see a city again, she would be submitting to Daniel, letting him win. Again. She almost started to hyperventilate when she felt Daniel's hands gently pushing her into the car.

"Come on Alora, don't start disobeying me now, you won't enjoy the consequences half as much as I will."

She nodded hesitantly as she sat in her seat in the limo, still on the verge of a panic attack.

"Good girl," he whispered to her, sitting beside her. She shuddered at the compliment.

"So Alora," he said, lounging out on the seat. "There are some rules that you will need to follow, understand?"

She didn't say anything, just stared at her feet. He grabbed her chin, turning her to face him. "I asked you a question, Alora?"

"I understand," she said through gritted teeth, and he released her.

"Rule number one, you will do what I say, when I say, no hesitation, no questions. Rule number two, you're body belongs to me now, no one is allowed to play with that pretty little pussy or ass other than me. Not even you. Rule number three, you will ask permission whenever you want something. You will not cum without permission. You will not leave your room without permission. You will not speak to others without permission. Rule number four, you will refer to me as sir or master at all times unless I allow you to say otherwise. Do you understand?"

She looked away, out the window at the fields rolling past. They had left the city behind. She couldn't look at him when he talked. She hated every word that came out of his mouth. She was terrified of every rule he was imposing on her. But she couldn't help but get wet at the thought of his control. "I understand," she whispered.

He regarded her curiously. "I'd really hoped it would take more than a spanking and edging to break you, but you seem awfully quiet compared to yesterday." She didn't look back at him.

"I'm not broken, I just know how to pick my battles."

He turned her to face him again, more gently this time. "Good, because I think I'll have a lot more fun breaking you in if you speak."

She nodded and tried to turn her head away again, but his hand wrapped around her neck and held her in place.

Her breath hitched.

"Look at me when I speak to you Alora."

"Yes, sir," she replied quietly, looking at his bare chest. Anywhere but his eyes.

He pulled her in close, his lips inches from hers, forcing her to look into his eyes. His grip tightened around her throat, almost cutting off her air. "Never forget who's in control here."

She nodded and he released her, she gasped for air.

She looked back out the window and they spent the next 30 minutes of the drive in silence.

When they finally turned off the main road into a winding driveway, Alora realised how royally screwed she was. There was nothing around for miles. No one to hear her scream. The house came into view soon after. An old stone mansion with ivy creeping up the walls.

Daniel leaned into her. "Welcome home," he muttered before opening his door and stepping out, holding out his hand for Alora. She ignored it and stepped out herself, her bare feet hurting on the gravel below her. She shivered and pulled the shirt closer as a sharp wind blew past her.

Daniel took her wrist and pulled it behind her back.

"Hey! What are you doing?" she cried as he began to loop a length of rope around it.

"Precautions," he said, pulling her other wrist back and tying them together.

She tested the ropes, twisting and pulling, but they were unmoving. She glared at him, but he ignored it, gripped her arm and led her forward cheerily.

The car drove away, the guards with it, apparently his security wasn't very strong here.

He reached the door, and that's when Alora realised why there were no guards. The seemingly wooden door was covering a steel safe door, with a keypad entry. When he shut the door behind her, it clicked repeatedly as the locks slid into place.

Daniel pulled her through the larger foyer, up the stairs and into a room with a padlock hanging on the outside of the door. A bedroom. No, a playroom. Various toys hung on the wall, and the four-poster bed was fitted with various eyebolts.

He leaned down to her ear as he shut the door behind him. "If you aren't good, there's a lovely basement downstairs, just waiting for you to mess up."

She shivered, the reality that she was trapped in here with Daniel, and there was no way out, was finally hitting her.

He pushed her onto the bed so she lay on her stomach, her legs hanging over the edge and her ass in the air. She went to roll over, but his hand on her back stopped her. "Stay."

He was doing something across the room that she couldn't see with her face pressed into the mattress.

She heard him return to behind her and felt his hand running down her bare legs. "You stayed, good girl." he pulled her back up to standing and put something leather around her neck, buckling it behind her. A collar. She felt sick. She felt owned.

He began to untie her hands. He moved his mouth to her ear and gave her a playful nip. "Do not move from where I put you," he said.

Fuck that and fuck him. The moment her hands were free, she elbowed him in the stomach and ran for the door. She didn't know what she was doing. She just knew she wasn't going down without a fight. She regretted her decision the moment she left the bedroom. She headed for the stairs and realised she couldn't open the front door. She tried but to no avail. A panic rose in her chest until she was hyperventilating as she slammed her fists against the door.

She heard his footsteps and turned, flattening herself against the door. "Let me go," she demanded, her voice shaky as she struggled to catch her breath.

He regarded her curiously. "What did you hope to achieve? You knew you couldn't get through that door, so why try at all?"

Alora shook her head, unsure herself. "I don't know, please, just let me go," her world was getting woozy now, her panic attack still washing over her.

She slumped to the floor, trying to breathe.

Daniel crouched in front of her and gathered her up in his arms. "Shhh," he said, stroking her hair to calm her. "Take deep breaths."

Alora tried to do as he said, and eventually, her breathing fell in time with his and she came around, realising what she'd done.

"I'm sorry," she whispered against him. "Please don't hurt me, I'm sorry."

He pulled her away so he could look into her eyes. "I have to punish you Alora, otherwise you won't learn. But I won't hurt you too badly, ok? Now come on, unless you want me to follow through on locking you in the basement?"

She nodded, tears springing up in her eyes. He was being so gentle. It was hard to hate him, to run from him when he comforted her so well. She fit so perfectly in his arms that it was criminal.

She stood with him, gulped down her fear, and walked back to the playroom. She shuddered in apprehension as she heard the door shut and lock behind them.

"Strip," he said and sat on an armchair across from her.

She nodded hesitantly, not wanting more punishment and began to undo the buttons on the shirt. She let it fall to pool around her ankles. He looked at her appreciatively. He stood, running his hand down her arm, then lifting it to lock a leather cuff around it. He did the same to the other wrist but didn't attach them. He then cuffed her ankles. "You remember what I told you?"

She nodded. "Don't move from where you put me."

He nodded at her, then placed her standing in the middle of the room, her legs two feet apart, hands behind her head.

He stood back and looked her over, inspecting every inch. He ran his hands over her, around her breasts, down her torso, and up her thighs. But never touching her there. Despite her apprehension, soon she was aching for him to move his hands somewhere more interesting. he eventually seemed to finish inspecting her and sat back on the seat, watching her.

"Come here," he told her and she complied, stepping up to him.

"You're quite beautiful, Alora, did you know that?"

She looked down at the floor, unsure of how to respond to the compliment.

"I know you're scared, but know that the rules are there for a reason. I won't punish you for breaking a rule you didn't know about. Follow my instructions and this might be the last time you ever have your ass turned raw."

Her breathing picked up at the mention of her impending punishment.

"Do you understand 'Ra?"

She looked up, meeting his piercing gaze. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

He stood and arranged her so she stood as she had before: feet shoulder-width apart, hands behind her head, breasts jutting out. "This is how you will stand when I tell you to present."

"Yes, sir."

"Kneel," he told her, and she complied, folding gracefully to her knees. "Hands face up on your thighs, knees spread."

Again, she complied without a word, and he adjusted her posturing until she was perfect.

"This is how you will kneel for me. You will kneel when I enter a room."

"Yes, sir."

He crouched down and ran his fingers through her long, dark hair. It was greasy with sweat and slightly tangled from the events of the last few days.

"Another rule 'Ra, you will always be presentable for me. You will be clean and groomed at all times. There's a bathroom in your room. I'll show you to it when we're finished."

She swallowed. Her mouth was dry. "Yes, sir," she managed in a whisper.

He stood her up and led her to the bed, leaning her over so her ass was in the air and her face was pressed into the mattress. "Will you stay, or do I need to tie you up?"

"I'll stay still," she whispered, and he nodded, pleased.

He left her line of sight, gathering equipment, and eventually returned, his hand landing on her ass causing her to jump in shock. He kneaded her bruised ass, the welts from yesterday still visible, still painful.

"I won't give you much, because yesterday's punishment is still raw. You will count."

She dug her face into the mattress, digging her hands in. "Yes, sir."

The first wasn't as bad as she expected, the pain bearable, and she gritted out a "One, sir," with no issues. He wasn't using the belt. This was wider and less powerful. A paddle, maybe? The second was just as hard, hitting her other cheek, and she relaxed into the bed a little. She could handle this. He kept going until she got to twenty. Tears were running down her face and her voice was choked. Every hit had come slightly harder until every smack seemed to echo in the room.

"That's it, good girl," he whispered, pulling her up to stand. He threw the paddle on the bed and turned and sat, pulling Alora to sit on his lap. The pressure was hell on her ass, but she didn't make a sound. "Next time you disobey me like that, you'll get much more than a bruised ass, understand?"

"Yes, sir," she managed to choke out. He pulled her closer to him and hooked a hand under her legs, standing and taking her with him. She didn't struggle, or protest, she just leaned into him, because it was the only thing she could do.

He carried her out of the playroom and down the hallway to another padlocked door, bringing her inside and through to the ensuite, setting her down carefully on the floor as he turned on the water for the bath.

The bathroom was more luxurious than any Alora had been in before. She hadn't really realised it before, but Daniel must have had a ridiculous amount of money to own a house such as this one. She was barely making ends meet to afford her college degree. She felt a momentary pang of regret that she would probably never get to finish her business degree, but then she remembered she hadn't even wanted to do it in the first place, and she had far bigger issues to worry about right now.

She had quickly assumed the kneeling position when he placed her on the floor, despite the pain she was in, and Daniel looked over her appreciatively before turning towards the door. The bath was full and steaming, looking more inviting than anything else.

"Wash, make yourself presentable. I'll be back in an hour, I expect you to be ready."

"Yes, sir," she said, looking at the floor as he left and shut the door behind him. She stood quickly and eased her stiff limbs into the inviting water. It was heaven on her bruised form and she quickly began lathering on the soap left on the side of the tub.

She cleaned herself quickly, reluctant to leave the water, but she wanted the time to explore before he returned.

There were no clothes in the room, and the shirt had been left behind in the playroom, so she let herself be naked. She assumed Daniel wouldn't appreciate her hiding in a towel. The main room was large, with a four-poster bed in the middle, a vanity in one corner, a desk in the other, and an empty wardrobe against the wall. It was all decorated in greys and teals, elegant and classy, but empty. It felt like a showroom. There were no pens on the desk, no makeup on the vanity, and no clothes in the laundry basket. Totally empty.

She eventually gave up her search for anything useful and sat on the bed. It was soft and plush, unlike anything she'd had before. If she was stuck here for a while, at least she'd be comfy, she thought, then scolded herself for being happy about anything in this scenario.

She'd only just sat down when she heard the key in the padlock outside the door. Remembering his rules, Alora slid from the bed to kneel on the rug as he'd instructed, eyes on the ground as he entered.

"Good girl," he praised, and she felt her cheeks warm at the praise. She didn't know why she liked hearing him say that. She wanted to hate those words, but instead, they made her thighs clench and her pussy leak.

He allowed her to stand and told her to follow, which she did, as he led her to a large dining room

...

Two years later...

Her phone rang, buzzing along the countertop, and Alora jogged over to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Alora, kneel down and crawl behind your couch."

Her breath caught in her throat. That voice. She knew that voice. And so did her body, because it complied before her brain even realised what was happening.

"No, she whispered. "You promised." She almost began to stand up again, desperate to regain the control she always gave up to him so willingly.

"Someone is trying to kill you Ra, this isn't a damn power play, I'm tryna keep you out of the sniper's scope."

"Sniper? What the hell, who's trying to kill me, and how did they find me?"

"Some of my guys were working for South, they made a power play and hired a few hitmen to kill you."

"A few?"

"Yeah I already dealt with one but there's this sniper and at least two others. You need to do exactly as I say."

"No. I've been hiding from mafia men for two years, believe it or not, I learned a thing or two about protecting myself."

"This isn't the time to be stubborn, my men are searching the building opposite yours for the sniper right now. Just stay down until they find him."

"I don't have time, the door of the apartment building is always open, there could already be another hitman here."

Alora steeled her courage, crawling to the very edge of the couch. She took a few deep breaths and then rolled quickly into her bedroom, blocking herself from the window with her chest of drawers. She reached into a drawer and pulled out her gun, double-checking it was loaded before flicking off the safety.

"Is that a gun? Is someone inside already?" He said, worriedly.

"No, it's my gun."

"You have a gun?"

"I'm hiding from men like you, what do you think?"

He sighed and Alora ignored him, dashing for the other door in the bedroom, hiding behind it as she reached for the front door. She swung it open and walked out into the hall, glad to be safe from the sniper in the windowless corridor. She stayed low and walked hurriedly toward the stairs, gripping her gun tightly in one hand and the phone in the other.

"When I get out of here, don't follow me, it'll make it harder for me to lose the killers."

"Alora you promised you'd come back if something like this happened."

"No, I promised to come back if I need help, which I don't. I was doing fine until your men found me through you."

"Ra, please."

"Don't call me that, please," her last word was almost a whisper. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and diverted, climbing into the dumbwaiter and lowering herself downwards. She climbed out on the ground floor, making her way to the back door and hurrying out. walking quickly to her car parked in the alley.

"I gotta drive now, so this is where we part," she told him, climbing into the driver's seat.

"Alora please, you won't be safe alone."

"I'm not safe with you either," she said quietly. "Goodbye, Daniel."

"I promise I can keep you safe just come-"

She hung up before he could finish his sentence and convinced her to return. She took a deep breath and turned on the car, looking in the rearview mirror to see someone standing behind her car with a gun, she ducked and put the car into drive, speeding out of the alley as bullets shattered her windows. She turned the corner and stopped just short of a second man with a gun, flinging open the door and climbing out, firing her own gun at him, catching him in the arm before taking off down the street. She didn't get very far before there was a searing pain in her leg and she fell to the concrete, hearing a loud gunshot ring out. It took her a few seconds to realise it was the sound of the bullet that hit her leg. She winced and started dragging herself toward the alley and off the empty street, pressing on the wound.

Another gunshot rang out and she braced herself for another wound, but it never came. She saw a familiar figure running around the corner, wielding a handgun, and her whole body tensed, in fear and hope.

"Alora!" Daniel roared, racing over to her, his eyes immediately landing on her wound. He scooped her up in his arms despite her protests, and his face was the last thing she saw before the darkness began to fill her vision.

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