Continued from Chapter 03: Master makes an offer for Toy.
I dream of him again, his strong arms wrapping around me, his lips pressing against mine. The feeling of his skin against mine sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself yearning for more. In my dream, he whispers softly in my ear, promising me the world if I would only be his.
Suddenly, I am jolted awake by the familiar ding of the computer. It's another message.
I quickly scan the message and my heart skipped a beat. "Good evening, toy. You have five minutes this time. You know the drill. -Master."
My mind races as I tried to gather my thoughts. In the past few days, I had grown accustomed to these messages, but they still unnerved me. With only five minutes to prepare, I spring into action. I stand up from the bed and walked over to the mirror. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to tame the wild mess that had formed over the past few days.
The computer dings again, startling me out of my thoughts. I quickly glanced at the message and my heart sinks. It was another reminder from my captor about the time. I had only 3 minutes left.
I grab a banana from the fruit bowl on counter and take a bite, chewing frantically as I tried to calm my racing heart. With only 2 minutes left, I quickly brush my teeth and ran a brush through my tangled hair.
I hear the door to my room unlock and quickly kneel down on the mat by the door, my heart pounding in anticipation. The door swings open, and there he is, towering over me in all his glory.
He is dressed in a black leather jacket, jeans, and boots, looking every bit the dominant figure he is. His eyes lock onto mine, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.
"Good girl," he says, his voice deep and commanding. "You're looking very presentable today."
He once again attachs the leash to my collar and leads me out into the hall. We walk past several closed doors, each one housing another room or chamber within this mysterious lair. As we walked, I couldn't help but wonder what lay behind those doors.
Suddenly, we stop in front of a large wooden door.
He opens the door and there is a table laid out with two lit candles. "I hope you like surf and turf," he says. "It's one of my favorite dishes."
I nod, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He pulls out a chair for me, and I sit down, my heart pounding in anticipation. He places a plate in front of me, and I gasp in awe. It is a beautifully presented dish of grilled lobster tail and filet mignon, accompanied by a side of sautéed vegetables.
"This looks amazing," I say, my mouth watering.
I take the napkin from the table and placed it over my lap. I mused this is the most covered I've been since I've been here.
As I pick up my fork, my captor's voice broke the silence. "Enjoy. I know you haven't had a proper meal since you've been here."
I nod gratefully and dig into the delicious meal. The lobster tail is succulent and tender, and the filet mignon is cooked to perfection, melts in my mouth. I savored every bite.
My captor watches me intently, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He reached over and refilled my glass with champagne, his fingers brushing against mine as he did so.
"So," he begins, leaning back in his chair. "Tomorrow I will send you back to your old life. How does that make you feel?"
I paused for a moment, taking a sip of champagne. "Confused," I admit.
He chuckled softly. "You'll adjust," he says, his voice reassuring. "You've adapted well to this environment."
I look down at my plate, feeling a mix of emotions.
The food is incredible, but I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. My captor watches me intently, his eyes boring into my soul. I force myself to swallow the lump in my throat and meet his gaze.
"That is," he begins again, his voice deep and commanding. "Unless you want to stay."
I shake my head no, the words catching in my throat.
He nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "I understand," he says softly.
I ask, "You said you've done this before. Has anyone ever stayed?"
"No," he replies. "Some I've not even asked. Some I have, and they've said no. But I think you might be different."
I look up at him, my heart racing. "Different how?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He shrugs. "I don't know," he replies. "I just have this feeling about you."
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "And what is that feeling?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly.
He leans forward, his elbows on the table. "It's like you belong here," he says, his voice low and intense. "Like you were meant to be mine."
I swallow hard, my heart racing. This is all so surreal. One minute I was living my normal life, and the next, I was here, in this strange place, with this mysterious man who seemed to have an odd fascination with me.
"I-I don't know what to say," I stammer, looking down at my plate.
"There's nothing to say," he replies, his voice softening. "You just need time to process everything."
I nod, still struggling to find the words to express what I was feeling. He reached across the table and gently placed his hand over mine, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Let's go for a swim," he said, standing up from his chair. "I know you are supposed to wait a half an hour after eating or something, but I think we will be fine." he jokes, pulling me up with him.
We walk towards the large indoor pool area, my heart racing with anticipation. The water is glistening under the bright lights, inviting us in. He leads me into the pool, his touch sending waves of pleasure through my body.
The water feels cool against my skin, a refreshing contrast to the warmth that seemed to emanate from him. I swim laps, trying to clear my mind, but his presence is always at the forefront of my thoughts.
Finally, he comes over and just holds me in the water. His arms wrap around me, his chest pressing against my back. I leaned back into him, feeling strangely safe and protected in his arms.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. I close my eyes, savoring the moment, the feeling of being cherished and desired.
His arms wrap around me, his chest pressing against my back, I can feel his arousal against my backside. His hardness pressed against me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
I can't help but moan softly as he holds me closer. His hands slide down my body, caressing my curves as he explores my skin. His fingers traced along my sides, giving me goosebumps. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, craving more of his touch.
He lets me go and swims over to the side. He looks at me with a playful smile and sits on the edge of the pool, his crotch now at eye level with me. I can't help but stare at it, the water droplets glistening on his skin. I feel a surge of desire as I take in his muscular thighs and the outline of his manhood beneath the water.
His fingers trail through the water, leaving ripples in their wake. "Like what you see?" he asks, his voice low and teasing.
I tease him back. "It's not the worst looking cock I've seen." He chuckles, a deep rumble that vibrates through my body. "Flatterer."
"Come here," he commands, beckoning me over to him. I swim over to him, feeling the cool water against my skin.
As I approach, I see the anticipation in his eyes. He smirks at me, knowing what I'm about to ask. I stop in front of him, looking up at him nervously.
"Do you want me to suck your cock, Master?" I whisper, my voice shaking slightly. His eyes widen, and he leans down towards me, his face only inches away from mine.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" he asks, his voice low and rough. I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. He reaches out and grabs my hair, pulling my head back gently.
I feel his warm, wet tongue circle my ear as he whispers, "Good girl." His hand moves to my chin, gently guiding my head towards his erect cock. I take it in my mouth, feeling the head of his cock press against the back of my throat.
He groans, the sound vibrating through my body. I start to bob my head up and down, taking more of him into my mouth with each downstroke. His hands move to my shoulders, holding me in place as I pleasure him.
I can feel his cock throbbing against my tongue, and I know it won't be long before he reaches his peak.
"Fuck, you're so good at this," he groans, his voice filled with pleasure. Finally, for the first time, I have the upper hand. I moan around his cock, sending vibrations through him. He tightens his grip on my shoulders, pulling me deeper into him. I can feel his cock pulsing against my tongue, and I know he's close.
Suddenly, he pulls my head away and drops back down into the pool. He reaches out and tugs on my hair, pulling me towards him. "Come here," he commands. I swim closer, my body trembling with desire. He pulls me into his arms, his hands roaming over my body. "You did well," he murmurs against my ear. "But I think it's time for a reward." His hands move to my breasts, squeezing and caressing them roughly.
I gasp as he pinches my nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. He pulls back slightly, his eyes burning with lust. "I want to hear you scream for me," he growls, his body pressing against mine. His hands move to my waist, gripping me tightly as he thrusts into me, his cock hard and insistent. I moan, the sound muffled by the water. He thrusts harder, faster, the force of his movements sending waves through the pool. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me.
With each thrust, I feel him deeper inside me, the sensation overwhelmingly intense. I grit my teeth, trying to contain the scream that threatens to escape from my throat. He grabs my hair, pulling my head back as he thrusts harder, his hips slapping against my ass. I can feel his hot seed building inside me, and I know it won't be long before he comes.
Suddenly, he releases my hair and grabs my shoulders, holding me still as he thrusts one last time. I feel him pulsing inside me, his seed filling me up.
He groans loudly, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. As he pulls out of me, I feel a mix of relief and emptiness. He lets go of my shoulders and steps back, watching me as I float in the pool.
"That was... intense," I manage to say, my voice shaking. He smirks at me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Out of curiosity, Master. What would happen if decided to say yes and stay?" I ask.
He raised his eyebrows amused at both the question and that I am calling him Master now.
"I've told you before, you would be my plaything, my toy... for as long as I wanted." he replied.
"You will do whatever I say, whenever I say it. You will be mine, body and soul. I will train you to be the perfect submissive," he continues. "To obey my every command without question." He runs his fingers through my hair, pulling my head back. "And you will enjoy it."
His fingers trace along my curves, sending shivers down my spine. "Trust me," he whispers. "I have the means to take care of you. You can't tell me you were happy before?"
I think about my life before this, my job at the dollar store, my apartment, my online friends. Online friends that capture you and have their way with you...
"It will be tough at first. And I can be a little rough..." He touches my ass to remind me of the paddle. "But it will be worth it in the end," he smiles.
"And what happens if you no longer want to play with me?" I ask concerned. "What happens if you find a better toy?"
"It's unlikely. But I understand your concern. You would be free to go, but you would very well taken care of. I take very good care of my toys, even the ones I don't play with anymore," he chuckled.
Seeing me satisfied with the answer, we both move to the hot tub.
The rest of the evening was just us sitting in the hot tub as before and talking about nothing in particular drinking champagne until Master announced it was time for bed. There is a pang of disappointment as I watch Master get dressed again before escorting me down the hall.
This time, Master follows me into the room, closes the door behind him, and sits with me on the bed.
"As promised, you will be free tomorrow," he says, his voice softening.
I swallow hard, trying to contain my emotions. "Thank you," I managed to say.
He reaches out and gently strokes my cheek. "You're welcome," he replies, his eyes locking onto mine.
"I'll give you a week to change your mind though." Master reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a Sharpie.
With a determined look in his eyes, he writes down a phone number on the inside of my thigh. "Text this number and I will give you further instructions if you decide to accept," he says, his voice low and husky. "If you don't, no hard feelings. Obviously, if you go to the authorities, the deal is off."
As he finishes writing, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my forehead. "Goodnight, toy," he whispers before getting up from the bed and leaving the room.
I sit there for a moment, feeling the warmth of his kiss on my skin and the weight of his words in my heart. The phone number he wrote on my thigh burns with a strange mix of desire and fear.
As I drift off to sleep, my mind is filled with memories of our time together - the intense pleasure, the pain, the submission.