Chapter 95

95 iv. Leather Gloves

She woke up in chains, her neck in a collar securely attached to it. When she glanced around she panicked even more.

She was in what appeared to be a dungeon. It has been days since their confrontation, and she has been starving herself as a way of protest.

She screamed and that was when he came through the door, he was wearing a pleasantly fitting shirt and pants that emphasizes his bulge.

Even his clothing can not hide how large he was, the thought made her blush. He was also donning leather gloves in one hand.

“You are finally awake, queenie. Should I say, good morning, my love?” he smiled innocently at her as if nothing out of the ordinary is occurring.

“Why-why am I in chains? Please- please remove them right now,” she panicked as he started to walk towards her, making her stutter.

“You really don’t know sweetie? If I don’t know any better, I would have fallen for your innocent act,” he stopped in front of her and lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

The eyes that are as beautiful as the morning sun itself has grown tired, eyebags were around them. “I doubt that. I think you are deliberately starving yourself, not because you don’t like the food that is being prepared but because you needed my attention.”

She remained silent. He has been gone for two days in order to check on his business. During those days she refused to eat anything that has been prepared for her.

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She was indeed doing this on purpose, she thought that he will be worried sick about her and set her fee instead. She did not expect to be chained in here like a dog.

She wondered if this was still part of the mansion, she really can’t tell. It just had a very different feeling in here for her.

In here she felt even more powerless. She felt even more trapped. Anxiety bubbled up inside her as she looked into his eyes, the calmness in his eyes making her shiver.

How can one be calm after locking up another human being? She bit her lip to stop herself from saying that. He already looked pretty much pissed off.

“You can’t do anything if I don’t want to eat. You either set me free or see me die in front of you, those are my terms,” she met his eyes boldly.

She saw his lips twitch into a rather cruel smile. “What did you say, my queen? I think I may have misheard the words you have spoken just now. Surely, you wouldn’t want to anger me, right baby?” he asked her again, as if giving her a chance to take back her words.

“I said if you don’t set me free, you will have to watch me die. You will have to watch me die right in front of you,” she said the words despite her second thoughts.

His gloved hand caressed her skin, making her wince. It is different than a skin to skin contact. It is more inhumane, more selfish... more carnally inclined.

He traced his gloved hand on her jaw and ended up gripping her neck. Everything about him is large, he is more than twice bigger than her, so he easily had his hand around her neck as he choked her.

She pulled at his hand as she felt the air being deprived from her, making breathing difficult if not impossible. She had a sudden feeling of an impending doom and she is sure she will not be able to remove this scene from her mind for a long time.

He loosened his grip on her neck and smiled softly at her, “Do you really wish to die before my eyes, sweetie?”

She wanted to anger him more and answer yes, but fear has won her over, the will to survive overtaking her pride as she shook her head.

She felt fear like never before, having been deprived of air and choked as his golden eyes burned on her, she felt like she couldn’t breathe at all. In those moments that lasted just a few seconds, she felt what it really meant to be afraid.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it? Now, do you want to eat your breakfast, darling?” his voice was cold, betraying his own emotions.

“No, I don’t want to eat,” she trembled but answered him that way, her mind going back to her plan.

“Alright baby girl. We will have our breakfast later then. I can’t blame you since you miss me so much. You wanted to force me to come home so I can take care of you,” there was madness in his eyes as he smiled at her, a madness that scares her to submission.

She backed away from him, but he was faster. He was suddenly on top of her, ripping her nightgown away.

It was all she was allowed to wear during her captivity, panties, stockings, and nightgowns that don’t even hide anything from one’s imagination.

She screamed when she heard the ripping sound of the cloth. She felt panic grip her mind as he smiled lazily at her.

“What’s wrong baby girl? You couldn’t eat for days because you missed me, right?” he smiled at her, his handsome face suddenly making her feel so threatened as she realized he have lost his mind.

She shook her head as she tried to crawl away from him, moving her butt on the tiled floor as her legs moved backward.

He pinned her to the ground as he went on top of her, his hot breath making her skin tingle. “Say you missed me, baby. Say it.”

When she didn’t say anything, he opened her legs despite her nimbly attempt to close them. She felt humiliated as he ripped off her panty as well, leaving her fully exposed to him.

He slapped her labia, making her whimper. He smiled as if he heard her praise him instead. He slapped it harder, making it tingle.

She tried to push him away but he won’t budge as he strike her for the third time in that sensitive part of her body. As if satisfied when she breathed fast and hard, he smiled and stared at her face, now wincing from the pain.

“It hurts, baby?” he asked her, pressing himself even closer to her.

“Yes, please stop...” she said the words, but he was deaf to them.

His gloved hand started to touch her clit, it was rougher than his calloused fingers and more unforgiving. Soon she was whimpering as he played with her nub, making rough circles that made her cry out.

“What baby? Isn’t this what you wanted, to play a game? It seems like you find the luxurious life I offered you quite not up to your taste. Boring, eh?” his fingers gripped her legs and opened them wider, exposing her opening to his greedy eyes.

“All I want is to go home. Let me go home,” she begged him.

He thrust his gloved hand inside her core making her scream. The leather was too rough, the texture too foreign, and on top of that, she has barely been prepared. She hated what he was doing.

“It hurts,” she told him, sobbing as she tried to push him away.

“It does?” he smiled as if he doubted her. “But what you are doing to me hurts even more, my queen. You make me feel so wretched inside, a pain no sharper than one inflicted by a sword. I think you have gotten better at making me suffer. I think punishment is in order so you don’t do it again. You left me with no choice, baby girl.”

She shook her head, “Please no more,” she begged him again.

He scissored his fingers through her walls, making her whimper and keep pushing. But then he started rubbing her clit again, the pain and the pleasure mixing into her adrenaline making her moan instead.

Damn this traitorous body of her! She tried to stop her body’s reaction to no avail. Her juices kept flowing into his leather gloves as moans of pleasure escaped her lips.

“Tsk. You haven’t changed a bit. In every reincarnation, you have always been my perfect little whore. Even torture, you find so erotic. Do you have no shame at all my queen? It is a good thing I don’t mind for as long as you only show this side of yours to me,” he smiled at her, humiliating her further.

She panted and lay there as her body shook from the multitude of orgasms that hit her as he scissored through her walls and played roughly with her clit. The feel of leather against her walls drove her to the brink of ecstasy.

He smiled as he looked at her, “You are enjoying yourself too much in this punishment of yours. It seems like you have really become a slut, queenie.”

She shook her head desperately even when her body jerked with each thrust of his fingers inside of her, wanting to save even a bit of her dignity. She was a virgin just a fortnight ago, and now her body is reacting like it belongs to him.

He smiled and looked at his handiwork as he smiled, “Will you have breakfast with me now, sweetie?”

She nodded her head even as her body convulsed and her juices soaked the floor. She felt like she wanted to just disappear and be swallowed whole. She has never been this humiliated before.

He licked off her juice on his gloved hand as he looked at her, making her feel hot all over. Why is this man affecting her so?

She should be angry over what he just did. She has a right to feel angry over this humiliation, but truthfully all she can feel now is the hot liquid that burned through her, it is as if her blood has suddenly turned into lava.

He removed his glove efficiently and discarded it away. He likewise removed the chains attached to her arms, for that at least she was thankful.

He took a thick robe on top of a chair and draped it on her. The sudden warmth comforted her trembling body.

“Do you wish to have breakfast with me now, baby?” his voice was happier now, but the threat lies underneath.

“Yes,” she mumbled. Her breathing hitched as he carried her in his arms.

He caressed her cheek and whispered sweet nothings in her ear, making her calm down. He pressed a kiss on her forehead and smiled lazily at her.

It was like an automatic response on her part, she couldn’t even understand it herself, how he seems to know exactly how her body will react to each of his advances.

“Come, say it nicely, my queen,” he urged her.

She felt her lips tremble before she heard herself saying, “Please, let’s have breakfast now, daddy.”