Chapter 28

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

ANI

The days continue, as do the regular, routine punishments. Phoenix has only fucked me one more time, and it is not the same as before. He simply pushes me against a wall and quickly takes me from behind in an animalistic way. None has been as intense as the first. I long for even a glimpse of that connection we had when we were first together. I hunger for it as I once hungered for his cock to be inside of me.

I want all of Phoenix.

I want to know what is behind his tough exterior and why he gives me little of who he is inside. There is more. So much more.

But he is cold. So, so cold.

I see small glimpses. He is still as strict as ever, but I also receive tender touches here and there. He carries me to bed after a session and holds me as I fall asleep several evenings. He had bathed me, brushed my hair, and has started taking every meal with me in the dining room or upstairs in the attic.

Yes, he is still a severe disciplinarian, but when I am his perfect dove and submissive like he wants me to, he usually rewards me with kindness, even if it is just in small doses. Because I hunger to see and to feel more of that connection, I constantly search for it in his eyes and in his actions, and I know without a doubt that I can see it. I most certainly can feel it. Not all the time… but the times do exist.

Yes, I am still earning my comfort items.

I am still a prisoner .

But there is something different in the way he watches me. In the way he touches me. And even in the way he punishes me.

There are still constant reminders of my reality, however. He often demands to have a close-up recording of many spankings where I must hold my butt cheeks spread wide so he can see my anus as it, too, is spanked and prodded for his viewing. It is also expected for the tears to flow. Even if I don’t particularly feel like crying, I know it pleases him. I think I understand deep down what he wants to see—my pain, my suffering, my miserable penance.

He wants me broken… possibly so he can be there to pick up the pieces.

And whenever I perform as he wants, he will reward me with a caress, or a touch that makes my heart soar. But he also wants to see me as a captive hating every minute of her stay in the manor, and I play the part perfectly.

If Phoenix only knew.

If he only knew just how much my body craves the penance.

He isn’t the monster. I am the fucking monster. I want and actually like every single lick of pain. I ache for the next fix. I absolutely writhe in agony when I am without one of his touches. I am an addict, and Phoenix is the only one who can deliver the drug I crave.

After a deep breath while I eat my breakfast in the attic, I allow a wave of optimism to enter my psyche. I’m still naked, but I’ve never felt warmer. I’m not sure if it’s because Phoenix is giving me more and more of a leash, or that today is a new day, but I do have a new sense of hope. The despair and shadows that threatened to conquer me and swallow me have long vanished. I feel a renewed sense of strength as each day passes, at least enough to get through another day. One day at a time.

I feel him approaching me before a single sound is made. Phoenix has entered the attic with two fresh cups of coffee. Something about Phoenix’s presence causes erotic tingles throughout my entire body. I have a strong feeling that sex with Phoenix is something I will never experience with someone else. Not to this level or intensity. When I was at The Vault, I was with another man, but he was nothing without Phoenix. Nothing.

Even though my body aches from last night, I want my hands bound above my head as I scream no while Phoenix thrusts his cock into me. I want him to take me. God, how I fucking want to be taken. I want nothing more than to feel Phoenix in the most intimate of ways over and over. I want to be the woman tied to his bed, sucking his cock and giving over my full submission. I want to feel him spread me as he presses his body to mine. I want Phoenix more than I want anything in my life. I lust, I obsess, but more than anything… I crave his hard hand of discipline again.

How can you love the monster? It’s a sickness, a contagion, no doubt, but I can’t deny the feeling.

Phoenix approaches me with a domineering presence, causing my heart to stutter. He slowly stalks over, stands before me, and places the mugs of coffee on the table where I sit. He places a palm on each side of my face. Very closely, he examines my eyes.

“I hope you plan on obeying today.”

I escape his glare and stare at the floor. “Yes, sir.”

He lifts my chin so I am forced to look into his eyes again. “I hope you have been learning your lesson, no?”

I simply nod.

“Maybe we should take another trip to The Vault for my good girl.”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Do you want another man to fuck you as I watch. As I direct each move?”

I nod.

“But you belong to me. Only belong to me,” Phoenix says, as he strokes the back of my head. “Should I still give you your daily lesson?” He has a wicked gleam to his eye.

“I will not forget the lessons ever,” I admit, hoping that will be enough to prevent another punishment.

“Regardless, I may want you to feel the sting of my lash into the next day,” Phoenix says. “I want every time you sit to remind you that I could whip you daily forever.”

“I will remember,” I whisper.

“I know you will,” he says as he hands me a mug and then sips from his own. “Which is why we are leaving Olympus Manor and going to Seattle.”

“Seattle?” I’m not sure I’m excited to hear the news or sad. I like his attic, and I’ve only got to be in it for the night.

“Consider it a comfort item,” he says. “I can’t expect you to be locked away, and like you said yesterday, it will be good for us to get out. I have the helicopter coming this morning to pick us up and bring us there.”

“I’d like that. Very much. ”

“But first”—he places his mug back on the table—“stand up and bend over the table.”

I pause for a moment, not wanting to do what he asks, but at the same time, I do. The confusion in my body and mind almost paralyzes me.

“Now,” is his only command.

As if his deep voice is a spell, enchanting me to do his bidding, I do just as he asks, staring into his deep, dark eyes as I willingly bend over the table in his attic. Everything I do, everything I think, is traitorous to the depths of my core. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t crave it. I should be screaming, clawing, hating this man with every living inch of my body. But I don’t.

When I place my palm against the table’s wood, Phoenix puts his hand atop mine, lacing his fingers and taking hold. I feel his breath on my neck as he presses his body against my spine. The rough fabric of his pants rubs against the bare flesh of my bottom and thighs.

“Did that man fuck you good at The Vault?” he purrs into my ear as he runs his free hand along the edge of my hip.

“Yes.”

A sharp spank to my ass reveals he does not like my answer.

“Yes, sir . That man fucked me good,” I correct. The saliva in my mouth dissipates as the nerves take over. Will he be angry today, even though it was his idea? Will he be jealous now that he has time to process what he watched? Does he regret taking me to The Vault?

“And did you like it?”

I nod, which again earns me two hard swats to my ass. My pussy throbs with each slap. I hunger for more.

“Yes, sir. I did.” One thing is for sure. I will never lie to Phoenix again.

He runs his fingertips along the surface of my upturned butt and dips between the crease, running them from my anus, to my taint, to my pussy, to my clit. “Look how wet you are.” He pushes a finger past my folds, into my pussy, and begins pumping it. “What gets you so wet, my dove?”

“You,” I barely say between my gasps.

“Elaborate.” He adds a second finger to the one already finger-fucking me.

“Your dominance. Your control. You.”

He removes his palm from mine and uses his hand to start spanking me while he fingers me at the same time. The combination of pleasure and pain has me moaning and writhing against the table’s coldness. The spanking is not gentle, and his fingers thrust firmly inside me.

Rising up on my tiptoes with every thrust, I finally cry out. “Please!”

“Please what?” he asks as he pumps and spanks, never easing up in the slightest.

“Please, I can’t take any more.” I don’t truly want him to stop, but I need more. I need so much more.

“Do you want to fuck me?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Why do you want to fuck me, if I just fucked you last night?”

I don’t answer.

“Do you need a belting instead of a fucking? Answer me, or I will whip this ass of yours, and it will be far worse than the one I gave you last time.”

“Because I’m a cum slut. I’m your cum slut,” I admit between deep moans, hardly believing such crass words are escaping my mouth.

“My cum slut,” he repeats as he pauses in the spanking but keeps his two digits still firmly planted inside my cunt.

“Yes, sir. Always.”

Phoenix pulls out his fingers and stands me up, turning me to face him. “Well then, let me give you some more cum.”

With strong fingers he digs deep into my scalp, gripping my hair tightly as he wraps the other arm around my waist, crushing me against his body. His mouth descends on mine with violent intent and an undeniable hunger, devouring me with each sweep of his tongue. I’m captured in his embrace as his lips press harder and his tongue dives deeper into my willing mouth. I can’t breathe through the intensity of the kiss, my moan only stoking the flames of his passion further as he growls in response. Breaking away just long enough to grab my ass and yank me back into him, he plunges his tongue into me once more, claiming me as if I’m his own. I’m lost in dizzying pleasure and desperate for more.

The sensation of his tongue claiming mine is all-consuming, my hands splaying over the taut muscles of his back as he presses me against the wall. He digs his fingers into my flesh, his hard length pushing insistently against me. I quiver in anticipation as he lifts me onto the table, silverware clattering as he sweeps it away.

He cups my breasts, and I bite back a moan. With skilled precision he pinches my nipples and tugs gently, setting off sparks of pleasure that have me pressing into his touch. When I’m so close to shattering, he withdraws and looms over me with an unspoken question in his eyes.

“Who do you belong to?”

A wave of shame courses through me, and my cheeks flame with humiliation. His knowing smirk sets my righteous anger ablaze, but before I can lash out at him, I remember where we are. Defeat evident in my posture, I meet his gaze and answer softly “You, sir.”

He grins wickedly as he lifts me from the table and carries me to the nearby chair. He slides his hand around my neck, his breath hot on my skin. His fingertips blaze a trail of fire up my inner thigh. A feral hunger is in his eyes as he kneels between my legs and drives his tongue into me.

The sudden sensation causes me to gasp, my breath hitching in shock. I grip the chair’s arms as I lift my hips to meet him, desperate for more. He teases and pinches my nipples while his tongue works its magic between my legs, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me. His fingers press into my hips, holding me firmly in place as he takes me to the edge of bliss and then pulls away, taunting me with his touch. Frantic and panting, I beg him for more, pleading with him to take me over the edge as only he can do.

Desperation and arousal war within me. I’m quaking with need, desperate for my release.

“Who do you belong to?” Phoenix growls, his deep voice a silken caress against my skin.

“You,” I plead, my voice fluttering. “I belong to you.”

“Beg me, and I’ll give you freedom,” he murmurs, tracing my body with his hands until I’m shaking beneath his touch. “You’ll no longer have to remain in the guest room.”

“Please!” I whimper, my body trembling beneath his hand. “Please, I need you! I don’t want to have to leave you.”

His grip tightens, and he pushes himself against me as he commands, “Tell me.”

“I’m yours!” I cry out, shuddering with the force of my orgasm, unable to hold back my rapture. “All yours, Phoenix!”

He leans down and claims my mouth in a passionate kiss as he thrusts into me, filling me completely as he unleashes his own ecstasy. He grips my hips, and I arch into him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me .

With a low growl, he pulls out of me, taking a moment to gaze down at me with a wolfish smile. Something is changing in Phoenix. I truly believe he’s released his anger toward me, but there’s more. Though he hasn’t offered a toothy grin, or allowed himself to laugh. I’m starting to notice peeks of a smile here and there. I see some light shining through his constant brewing storm.

“You’re mine, Ani. No one will ever have you but me.”