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Down came his hand, crashing hard against her spread pussy.
Mia screamed as he hit her again and again, until she could take no more. She
sighed with relief as a wave of blackness swelled over her senses, cradling her
in its sweet oblivion.

Chapter 5

Mia bit into the apple slice, luxuriating in the way the
skin popped against her teeth, savoring the tart sweetness.

She was kneeling beside the table on the stone floor in
Ellis’ large kitchen. Her bottom still felt tender from the spanking but the
stinging on her waxed pussy had eased. The butt plug was still wedged inside
her, but as long as she was careful in her movements, it didn’t bother her too
much. She still had the wretched choke collar around her neck, but for now it
hung slack at her throat, the leash tossed back over her shoulder. Her hands
were secured behind her back with black leather cuffs Ellis had informed her
she would be wearing most of the time, along with the cuffs still wrapped
around her ankles.

On the table was a plate with several wedges of apple and a
few chunks of cheese. It was all Mia could do not to leap over Ellis so she
could bury her face in the plate, gobbling it all before he had a chance to
take it away.

Instead she remained docilely on the floor, trying to ignore
how hard the stone felt beneath her knees. She watched with singular focus as
he picked up a cube of yellow cheese and brought it slowly to her mouth. “Stick
out your tongue,” Ellis ordered and Mia eagerly complied. He dropped the morsel
onto her tongue. The cheese was rich and creamy, melting in her mouth.

More,
she begged silently, beseeching Ellis with her
eyes.
More please.

She’d come to with sputtering shock as icy cold water had
been splashed into her face. She found herself still lying on the bondage
table, though the restraints had been removed.

“That’s better,” Ellis had said, staring down at her. “You
need to stop with that fainting nonsense. It’s getting tedious.” He’d tugged at
the choke collar. “Get up. It’s time for dinner.”

The mention of dinner gave Mia the impetus to get herself
off the table. Ellis had led her down the stairs and through the house to the
kitchen, where he instructed her to kneel quietly by the table while he
prepared the food.

What agony it had been to wait in silence while Ellis took
out a pan of prepared lasagna from his refrigerator and slid it into the
microwave. The cooking food filled the air with the aroma of garlic, melting
cheese and tomato sauce. Mia felt weak with hunger, saliva pooling in her
mouth.

Without even glancing at her, the bastard had helped himself
to the lasagna and a glass of red wine. She’d nearly cried in frustration when
it became clear he didn’t intend to offer her any food, at least not before he
had his fill. As she had waited for Ellis to finish his meal, she had thought
about Bella, her family dog, who used to wait just like this, drooling, eyes
fixed intently on the family dinner table, ready to pounce if someone dropped a
morsel.

Though she’d hoped for lasagna, Mia was so hungry she would
have eaten anything at that point, and found herself truly grateful for the
sustenance. All too soon the plate was empty. “May I have some more, please?”

“No.”

Bastard.

He stood, taking the plate with him and placing it in the
sink. Reaching again into his fancy stainless steel refrigerator, Ellis took
out a bottle of sparkling water, twisting off the cap as he sat down beside the
still kneeling Mia.

“Thirsty?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

Mia stared at the bottle, her lips parting as Ellis brought
it to her lips. He tipped it carefully, letting some of the lightly carbonated
water spill onto her tongue. Mia swallowed and quickly opened her mouth to
indicate she wanted more. He tipped the bottle again, this time pouring a
little too much into her mouth. Mia coughed and sputtered as she struggled to
swallow, eager to get every drop.

He continued to tip the bottle, letting the bubbly water
spill into her mouth and down her chin, where it splashed over her breasts. Mia
focused on getting as much of the water into her mouth as she could without
choking, not daring to ask him to slow down.

When the bottle was empty, Ellis led Mia from the kitchen,
tugging her along by the leash up the stairs. Mia, exhausted and aching, prayed
he would stop at her bedroom, but no such luck. He continued to the last door
at the end of the hall.

“Time for your first whipping,” Ellis informed her as he
tugged her into the room.

“Please, no,” Mia gasped, shrinking back.

“Wrong answer.”

Ellis jerked the leash, the sudden, sharp movement pulling
Mia to her knees while the chain tightened painfully around her throat. He
crouched in front of her, leaning in close so she could feel his hot breath on
her face. “You will erase the word
no
from your vocabulary. You will refuse
me nothing.
Ever
. You belong to me now, Mia. My word is law.” He tugged
harder, pulling her down until her face was against the carpet.

Standing, Ellis put his foot on the leash. The tight choke
collar caused Mia to cough and sputter. “Do I make myself crystal clear?” he
said, his voice stern. Pressure was building behind her face and her eyes felt
as if they were bugging out of her head. Her heart was smashing inside her
chest, the choke collar pressed hard against her windpipe. She lay still, desperate
for him to let her up, finally realizing he was waiting for a response.

“Yes! Yes, Sir, yes,” she finally managed to rasp. He moved
his foot and Mia drew in a shaky, grateful breath. Ellis tugged upward on the
leash and Mia forced herself to her feet, rising awkwardly with her hands still
cuffed behind her back. In a daze, she allowed herself to be led to the large
metal X she’d seen when he’d first dragged her into this diabolical torture
chamber.

Ellis had Mia face the cross. He released the clip that held
her wrist cuffs together. “Arms up against the bars,” he instructed. Mia lifted
her arms, fearfully watching as he clipped her wrists to the bars one at a
time.

“What size shoe do you wear?” he asked from behind her.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He gripped her hair, yanking her head back. “I’m sorry,
what,
Sir
,” he hissed into her ear.

“Sir!” she echoed feebly, terror making her sag against the
wrist cuffs.

“I asked what size shoe you wear. It’s a simple question.
Answer it.”

“Size eight…Sir.”

She twisted back to see what he was doing. Ellis walked
toward a large wardrobe in the corner of the room. He pulled it open and
reached inside. As he turned back toward her, Mia whipped her head around,
somehow doubting he would want her watching him.

When he returned to her, he held up a pair of black
stilettos, the heels easily six inches. “These should fit you,” he informed
her. “I like a woman in heels.”

“But…” Mia whispered, before letting her sentence trail
away. He wouldn’t care that she never wore shoes with more than a one-inch
heel, or that she couldn’t walk without falling over in anything higher.

He lifted her left foot and pushed it into the shoe. It fit
well enough, but her foot was forced into a tiptoe position by the absurdly
high heel. He slid the other shoe onto her right foot. She wobbled in the
heels, almost glad her wrists were cuffed into place so at least she wouldn’t
fall.

Ellis forced her legs apart and cuffed her ankles to either
side of the X. “Nice,” he breathed, actual admiration in his tone. “You have
great legs, Mia. Once we whip your body into shape, you’ll be quite a stunner.”

He held an evil-looking whip within her line of vision. It
had easily a dozen braided tresses of leather, each with a knot at its end. Mia
clenched her hands into fists over the cuffs and shifted in the stilt-high
heels. Fear sweat erupted under her arms. It took all her self-control to bite
back the forbidden word trying to burst from her lips:
No!
 

But, to her confused relief, he set the whip down and
returned to the wardrobe. He came back a moment later. “Remember, I told you we
would blend the pleasure and the pain until there was no difference for you?
This is how we will begin the process.” He held a large vibrator with a rubber
offshoot toward the bottom of the phallus. Mia’s gut clenched as she stared at
the thing, and she longed to close her legs.

Ellis produced a tube of lubricant, which he squirted over
the head the vibrator. As he pressed the object inside her, Mia’s vaginal
muscles clamped involuntarily against it. Combined with the butt plug still
lodged inside her ass, she felt thoroughly invaded, her humiliation complete.

“I don’t want this falling out while I whip you.”

His chilling words sent a tremor of fear through Mia, and
she shuddered in her restraints. She heard the sound of something tearing, and
twisted to see Ellis ripping strips of duct tape from a fat silver roll. He
pressed the tape between her legs, using several strips until he was apparently
satisfied the vibrator and butt plug would stay firmly lodged inside of her,
despite her position. The rubber tickler was pressed against her clit. Ellis
reached between her legs and flicked the vibrator to life.

Mia blew out a breath as the phallus pulsed inside her. She
heard the sound of more tape being torn from the roll. Ellis put a hand around
her throat. Her squeal of shock was cut off abruptly as he pushed at her chin,
forcing her lips together. He pressed a piece of duct tape firmly over her
closed mouth and then added a second piece.

Panic, which she’d barely kept at bay during the
proceedings, now erupted inside her like a raging fire, consuming rational
thought and short-circuiting her brain.
Oh god, oh god, help me, help me,
someone help me.
She whimpered behind the tape, twisting her head back to
look imploringly at her tormentor. He stared back at her with a strange,
piercing gaze, his tongue moving on his lower lip, fire sparking behind his
eyes. Frightened even further by the intensity of his gaze, Mia looked down,
only to see the huge erection tenting the man’s shorts.

She tried to quell her rising panic.
It’s okay, it’s
okay,
she tried to soothe herself.
You can breathe. You’re still alive.
Just get through this and then he’ll let you down. It’s okay. Shh…

She jumped when she felt the hard leather tresses snap
against her ass. The second time there was more sting, but it wasn’t
intolerable. Maybe she could handle this. And maybe, if she did a good job, he
would give her more food. The third time was harder still, the little knots at
the ends of the tresses biting into flesh still tender from the spanking.

He struck her upper back, painting stinging lines of pain
between her shoulder blades. Mia screamed behind her duct tape gag and jerked
hard against her restraints, her ankles wobbling painfully in the high heels.
He struck her again, this time across the backs of her thighs. Mia mewed in
pain. It was hard to fill her lungs, her nostrils flaring with the effort. She
felt dizzy with fear and would have fallen if she hadn’t been tethered to the
cold metal cross.

He focused again on her ass, each stroke harder than the
last. Her legs were rubber, her body shaking and jerking with each stroke of
the whip and each swirling, tingling vibration of the phallus lodged inside her.
She moaned against the gag as an involuntary climax hurtled through her. The
whip continued to crash against her, flaying her skin while the vibrator
tickled and throbbed inside her.

Again and again and again the spasms of forced climaxes
wracked her body, juxtaposed against the fierce stinging onslaught of the
relentless whip. Pleasure and pain were confused, boiling over into a tumult of
sensation that was too much to bear.

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…

And then, all at once, the whipping stopped and the vibrator
stilled. Exhausted, sweating, her heart thumping, Mia sagged heavily against
her wrist cuffs, her head falling forward onto her chest. Though it hurt, she
barely reacted when Ellis pulled the sticky tape from between her legs and
tugged the vibrator and butt plug from her tortured body.

She was limp as Ellis unclipped her ankle and wrist cuffs
from the cross. She fell back against him, almost taking comfort from his
embrace as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to a sofa in the corner
of the room. The shoes fell from her feet as they moved across the room, and
Ellis didn’t stop to retrieve them. He set her on the cushions and sat beside
her, lifting her head into his lap. She stared up at him, trying to push
against the duct tape with her tongue.

“You look sexy with that tape over your mouth, Mia. I think
I’ll keep you gagged often. But for now, I think it should come off.” He tugged
at one corner of the tape. Mia closed her eyes, too spent to react, save for
the surge of fear that made her insides clench. The pain was blinding as he
ripped the tape from her mouth, like a sudden, sharp slap in the face.

Mia gasped in shock, tears flooding her eyes. To her
horrified confusion, Ellis dipped his head and kissed her lips, taking her head
in his hands to hold her still as his tongue explored her mouth. She could feel
his erection against her shoulder, hard as a bar of steel.

Finally he let her go. He stood, letting her head fall to
the cushions as he stared down at her. His cock looked huge, barely contained
in his white tennis shorts. In spite of herself, Mia’s eyes kept sliding back
to it.

“I can’t decide if I should fuck your mouth or your ass,” he
said, his eyes hooding. “Do you have a preference?”

Was it a trick question? Yes, she had a preference. To bite
the fucking thing off! He was regarding her, clearly waiting for a response. At
least she knew how to suck cock, more or less. “My mouth, Sir,” she forced
herself to say. Her voice sounded faint, even to her own ears.