Carnal Captive (34 page)

“My design.”

Struck by the intensity in his tone, she focused on
a
mass of metal. There was a short reclining bench with a large plate at
one
end.
Another
weight stack
was connected to the plate
. Master must sit
on the bench
while pushing
with his feet,
thus
building up his leg musc
les. A
pull-down bar, also connected to weights, dangled
over
where his shoulders would be.

“The all
-
in
-
one,” he said. “It gives
the
use
r
the ability to work his or her
whole
body at the same time.
I
haven’t started marketing it yet but several bodybuilders have given it the thumbs up.
”

There was
so much
cumbersome looking equipment
that she
wonder
ed
if there were any muscles it wasn’t designed for
. Suddenly she wanted back what passed for exercise at Carnal.

“For the record, it costs a fortune
,
but whoever owns it won’t need anything else.”

“It’s overwhelming, Master.”

“To you maybe.
For
professional athletes or
others
dedicated to
getting or
staying in shape, it’s perfect.”

If a person had a large enough house and pocketbook, she wanted to say. Then what he’d just said made an impact.

“Why?” she asked.

“Why did I develop it?
F
ootball doesn’t last forever. I
knew I
needed something to do once I took off my pads for the last time.” He jerked his head at the complex equipment. “That’s what
th
is
is, something to get behind for the rest of my life. It’s turning out to be more than I thought it would.” He sounded what, surprised and grateful maybe.

“You—you enjoy doing this, Master?”
As much as I did painting?

“
Yeah, I—damn it, t
hat’s not why we’re here. Put down
the bag
.”

Frightened, she
obeyed
. Watching her, he opened it and began pulling out its contents.
I
t contained
chains and ropes, dildos and ass plugs of various sizes. He held up
a length of white rope.
 
 
 
 

“You’re going to suck my cock,” he declared, “but
I don’t want your hands on me
. I don’t trust you.”

She forced her gaze off the proof of her slavery and onto his features.

“Me, not trust you
?
” He chuckled. “It’s more the other way around, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“At least you’re honest. Hold out your hands.”

From the day she’d been captured, two men had kept her under control. Now there was only one, but she’d be insane to think she stood a chance against Master Bay. Sick at heart, she did as he commanded.
Taking t
he key out of his pocket, he unh
ooked the short chain from
her wrist bands.

“Turn around.”

Please no. You scare me.

Chapter Twenty-four

Maybe she’d been too slow to respond because, grabbing her shoulders, he spun her
and forced her arms behind her. Rope tightened around her elbows, nearly
mak
ing them touch.
As if that wasn’t enough,
he
tied her wrists together
,
placed more of the rope around her waist and secured her wrists
to that
. Rope dangled between her legs. He forced the strand between her ass cheeks, threaded it between her legs, and, as she
knew he’d do,
slipped it under the rope over her navel. Bit by unrelenting bit, he pulled
it
tighter against her crotch. Yet anothe
r knot kept it in place.

“Carnal sent me some demo videos on how to handle my slave,” he explained. “
What do you think? Am I
a fast learner
?
”

He has me. There’s nothing I can do.
“Yes, Master, you are.”

Leaving her, he
again
unfastened his slacks and pushed them and his shorts
down around his ankles. Shoving
aside the bag’s contents
, he sat on the bench.

“You know what to do, slave.”

Moaning, she dropped to her knees. Her shoulders ached, but that was nothing compared to the pressure
against
her trapped labia. She didn’t want to lean forward because that tightened the crotch rope but had no choice.

Determined to do what she had to, she touched her closed lips to her master’s swollen cock. He was reaching for something, but she didn’t dare take her attention off her task long enough to see what it was. Damek and Reno had made her mouth fuck them
several times
a day. No matter how hard she tried to please them, they’d always found something wrong, some reason to punish her. Goaded on by pain and fear, she’d
become what they wanted her to be
.

She did that no
w. Parting her lips, she
welcomed her master into her.
She was no longer a modern, independent woman. Instead, she existed as an extension of thi
s man, his living tool. H
e wanted wet pressure against his length so she gave it to him, worshipping him in ways she couldn’t comprehend.

Deeper. Deeper still. Closing her mouth around him,
licking him over and over
, pushing herself forward and relaxing her throat muscles. Swallowing him. Relishing his raping of her.

“That’s it?” he asked. “You can’t do any better than that?”

What more did he want? Hating herself more than she did him, she withdrew a little and turned her head to the side so his tip pre
ssed against her cheek. S
harp pain on her thigh made her gasp. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop gagging. Looking up at him through tears, she acknowledged the short switch in his right hand.

“You don’t want to feel that again, do you?” Not giving her time to answer, he whipped her other thigh. Bile rose in her throat. Terrified she’d vomit, she
tried
to
push
him out.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Grabbing her hair, he pulled her back in place.
S
lid
ing
forward on the bench
, he
shoved his cock deep into her.

Defeated and determined, she swallowed repeatedly. Eyes still watering, she suck
l
ed
. When he let go of her hair, she thought she’d survived the worst of his temper so took a chance on straightening a little to lessen the grinding against her pussy.

“Fucking bitch. Damn, fucking bitch. Don’t you know your place?”

I’m sorry, Master,
she said with her eyes. With every fiber of her being, she wanted to tell him she
couldn’t
stand so much pressure
against
her throat but maybe he didn’t care. Maybe he’d repeatedly beat her.

Fear threatened to turn into terror. Still, she suckled and licked.

“Faster. Damn it, faster.”

He struck her again, this time on her forced-behind-her arms. Pain exploded
throughout
her. Gasping, she
started to drop down to put distance between her and the cruel weapon. His cock slipped out.

“I’m sor—“

Lifting
a foot
, he
slammed it into her middle. Knocked off balance, she flopped onto her side
. Standing, he whipped her repeatedly.
Unable to get past her fear,
she cried and begged
. He wasn’t using all his strength, thank God, but neither did he care where he was striking her.
B
low after blow landed on her arms
. S
he pushed with her feet try
ing
to slide away
, but h
e kept after her, concentrating on her buttocks and thighs now, even the backs of her knees.

“Master, Master, Master!”

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up and take your punishment.”

No matter that he wanted her to stay
in place
, she couldn’t. Feeling like a worm wiggling over dirt, she
slithered
here and there. Pain became her, grew even stronger than her fear.

“Damn you, hold still!”

She didn’t see it coming, but even if she had, she couldn’t have done anything about it. One second she was on her side, the next he’d flopped her onto her back and had straddled her. Arched helplessly over her arms, she stared up at him.

“Master, please, don’t kill me.”

He didn’t hear her. How she knew that she couldn’t say. Maybe he’d slipped into a mental world much like the one she
sometimes
fled to. She tried to gather her safe place around her, but he was too massive. Too close.

And he was lifting the switch again.

He whipped her breasts. Her belly. Her mons. The front of her thighs and shin
s
. No matter how much she strained, she couldn’t
get off her arms so lay there as if she’d been shot. Or darted.

Hell. She’d been sold into hell.

After what seemed like forever, he stopped with his arm uplifted and face red. His freight train breathing match
ed
hers.
T
he flames licking through
her
told her he’d
left marks everywhere,
broken the skin. Her thighs had taken the worst of
the beating. H
er arms felt as if they were being pulled out of their sockets. Her right cheek stung.
 

Glowering, her master cocked his arm and threw the whip. It clattered against something. When he knelt beside her, she again tried to roll onto her side.
P
ull
ing her into a sitting position, he
pushed the rope around her elbows down to her wrists.

“Thank you, Master.”
Trembling so she thought she might shatter, she barely got the words out.

“
Yeah.
”

When he touched her cheek, it took every bit of self-control left in her not to shy away.
The sweat on his finger made it sting even more, proof that her skin had indeed been broken. Would he want her if she’d been disfigured?
Maybe he’d kill her.

“Get up.”

She
tried, but her muscles refused to respond
, and
she sagged forward.
Helplessness gripped her.
To her surprise, instead of
cursing
or retrieving the whip, he lightly
touch
ed her
arm.

“I want you on your feet.”
Standing, he
hauled he
r up against him.
She
want
ed to place distance between
herself and this monster
but something about his powerful muscles kept her close. Maybe if she pressed her body against his, she could tap into some of his strength.

What was she thinking? H
e’d savagely beaten her.

Leaving her to
try to keep her balance
, he
returned
to the bench and selected another rope. Shaking
even more
, she swallowed. “Please Master. I’ll—what do you want me to do?”

“Nothing.”

S
he
sensed
he was about to say more, but all he did was double the rope and loop it around her neck. Leaving a little slack, he knotted it in place. She wondered why he hadn’t made use of her metal collar. Rope on her throat was comforting somehow, alive almost.

U
s
ing
the rope leash
, he
pull
ed
her over to his massive exercise machine
and
secured her to it.
He backed away, his gaze slowly going down her body.
When he re
aching the doorway, he turned off the light and closed the door behind him.