Chapter 25

Twenty-Five

MARISSA

I’m trapped, tied to a bed, with a ball gag in my mouth. I can’t scream. I tried until I was hoarse. I can’t move, and I hurt all over. I’ve had to pee for hours and will all over myself if no one comes by soon. My brain has no concept of what time it is. The sconces on the walls barely give the room enough light as it is. Xavier’s been gone for a long time, and I don’t know when, or worse, if he’s coming back. As I always feared, the monster locked me up in a dark basement.

I must have dozed off. My eyes snap open at the sound of shuffling outside the wooden door. Craning my neck, I have just enough reach to spot Xavier walk in with a pile of towels, his presence simultaneously soothing and scaring me. My throat is so dry I can’t moan or whimper.

“Aw, kitten, look at you so eager to see your master.” He closes the door behind him. The lock is on the outside. I figured that out earlier while memorizing the room, trying to plan an escape route. Ditching his items in the attached bathroom, he returns and stands at the foot of the bed, eyeing me.

Whenever Xavier looks at me, he has some brightness behind his eyes. Some motion there or feeling. Like he gets some pleasure in just gazing at my face.

Not anymore. He’s gone, replaced with some flat robot, cold and inhuman.

With one hand placed on an ankle lock, he says, “Here are the rules. You only speak when I ask you something, and then I expect to be addressed as master or sir. Nod if you understand.” Quickly, I nod, and he unbinds one strap. The relief of being able to move floods my body until tears spring to my eyes. My bladder feels like it’s sloshing around as I roll onto one hip.

“You will not attempt to escape. If I find that you tried, you will be punished. Nod if you understand.” I nod, and he releases the second ankle. My back sings with the comfort of being able to curl my legs up to my chest.

“You are to greet me at this door on your knees, hands behind your back. Nod if you understand.” Again, I hurriedly nod. Whatever he says now, I will agree to. I just need some time to figure out what to do next. He releases a wrist strap while carefully monitoring my movements. I’m so weak, there’s no way I can strike him or run away right now. He has the upper hand here.

“You will swallow my cum whenever I choose to give it and will eat it first before you earn any meal. Nod if you understand.”

My lips part in a gasp around the gag. I’m already so hungry. Now he’s telling me I can’t eat unless I suck him off. Is he crazy?

Yes. Yes, he is.

He grabs my attention from my thoughts with a slap. “I’m done giving orders twice. Perhaps I should leave these on.”

Bobbing my head emphatically, I tell him I understand him. He pauses for a moment, then releases my last restraint. Immediately, I cave into the fetal position. It feels so good to move, and my body surrenders to comfort. All I need is to go to the bathroom.

“You will not masturbate or orgasm unless I deem it. Nod if you understand.” I nod, and he unbinds my gag. Oh, the pleasure of closing my mouth and moving my jaw! Things I always took for granted before today.

“You have permission to go to the toilet. Clean yourself up and get naked. I’m going to give you your first meal of the day.”

Almost tripping, I scurry off the bed, my joints stiff and sore, but I teeter into the bathroom. It has a rickety old door that scrapes the stone floor as I push against it. One scary hanging bulb provides the dim light in the room, with the rest of the space taken up by a nasty toilet and a rusted sink basin. A small broken and hazy mirror sits above the drippy faucet. Xavier had laid a bar of soap, washcloths, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a body towel on the toilet. At least he hasn’t deprived me of those.

I consider breaking the pipes so someone may rescue me, or I could utilize it as a weapon. Maybe I can use the glass from the mirror to stab him. If I hide in the corner, perhaps he will leave me alone. I know none of those plans will work, at least not now when I feel like I may faint. I don’t want to displease him and get punished, so I hurry to take care of myself in the bathroom and undress.

When I return to the room, Xavier stops me with his powerful voice. “Drop to your knees and crawl to your master.”

I do as he says. As I approach, he orders, “Sit back on your heels and place your hands behind your back. Don’t look at me. I’m still too angry with you and may not feed you.”

He’s angry with me? What had I done? He’s the one who lied and tried to replace my birth control pills! My cheeks flush with anger.

A shocked gasp leaves my mouth as my backside burns with a sting of pain. Xavier strokes a long leather flogger through his hands that he had hidden behind his back.

“I won’t give a command twice. I’ll leave you here without food unless you obey me promptly. I also expect you to respond to my commands. Now, sit back on your heels and put your hands behind your back.”

I sit, put my hands behind my back, and say, “Yes, master.”

He walks two steps to approach my face, unzipping his pants to take out his semi-erect cock. “Get me hard. If you bite, you’ll be punished. You don’t eat unless I feed you.” Lifting my hands to grab his penis, he smacks them away. “Hands behind your back.” I place them behind me.

When he moves closer, I use my tongue to pull him between my lips. His long fingers lace through the hair on the top of my head, and he fucks my mouth. Hard. Once again, he shoves all the way to the back of my throat. This time, however, he pinches my nose, closing off my air. I’m more used to the sensation after so much practice, though, and tell myself to relax and allow him to determine when I need to breathe.

Meeting his icy eyes, I try to force my hands to keep from pressing him away and swallow as much as I can. He loosens his grip on my nose so I can get a sip of air, saying, “Yes, I control your breathing. I control your eating. I control when you move and how. I control everything about you.”

My knees are sore, my arms ache, and my neck strains. Choking and gagging, I spit up whenever he pulls out. He took pleasure in me the night at Manny’s, but now he seems so angry and distant. I’m being used.

This isn’t about connection. This is about control.

His cock pulses deep in my throat with one hard shove. As he nears his climax, he says, “You will learn to love my cum above all food. It’s necessary for your life. You will crave it above anything else. You’ll be begging for this meal I gift to you.” He thrusts his hips in a final shove. “Eat and thank me for it.”

Ropes of hot cum spurt straight down my throat so I can’t taste him. As it hits my stomach, nausea makes it roll after not having anything to eat for who knows how long. He doesn’t even groan with pleasure like he normally does. He just empties himself into my belly, then pulls out. It hurts, being rejected this way by the man who loved me. He used me in more ways than one. To get his inheritance and now physically.

“Get down on all fours. Do not move.” As he zips himself up, I lower my head to the ground. He leaves the room, then comes back. After some shuffling, I get a peek of him setting up a small folding table and placing a tray on it. The smell makes me ravenous.

“Here’s your food, but remember it doesn’t provide you the nourishment you need like your master’s cum.” Pushing off the floor to stand, I stand, but he says, “You may rise and eat what I have gifted you.”

Without another look, he leaves, locking the door with finality. Quickly, I run over to the table, which holds a paper plate filled with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Plastic cups of orange juice and water sit next to it, but there’s no fork to eat with. I don’t care. Folding the plate in half, I shovel the eggs into my wide-open mouth, swallowing them whole. Once it hits my belly, I slow down to enjoy the bacon and toast. Ugh, I should have kept some for later in case he decides not to come back for a while. Maybe I’ll do that next time.

I don’t know what to do with myself. After walking around the room, I inspect every inch for any way to escape. The door is impenetrable. Other than the broken mirror in the bathroom, I can’t see any way to form a weapon. The pipes under the sink won’t budge. When my hand tries to twist them, all that comes back is a handful of rust from their corrosion. There’s no lid on the toilet. It’s one of those that sits in the wall.

The chest with the padlock offers no solutions. Items rattle within when I try to move it, but it won’t open. The hooks in the ceiling won’t even wiggle when I stand on the bed to try to unscrew them from the beams overhead. It feels like hours pass as I scan every item, stare in every crevice, then place everything back where it was so Xavier won’t know. I fear his punishment.

I brush my teeth. I drink water from the sink. I wash my face. I stretch on the rug. Finally, I grow so bored that I decide to sleep my imprisonment away.

Snapping awake, my thumb is forced onto a cold, hard surface. Xavier unlocks my phone. When I try to tug my arm back, he commands, “Don’t move.” Typing away, I hear the sound of a text being sent. The dejected feeling surges back to my soul. He hasn’t looked at me. Not like normal. And despite his harshness, I can’t stand it, not having his blue eyes on me. He’s not the same man as before.

My body wants to push him and rush out the door, knowing it’s unlocked while he’s inside. I must jolt a bit to try, but he moves with the speed of a cheetah and grabs my arms, twisting them behind me while dropping my phone on the bed. Finally, he looks me fully in the face. His is filled with rage. “I said, do. Not. Move.”

Forcing me back into the wrist restraints attached to the headboard, I whimper at the roughness of his touch. “Why are you so angry with me? I’m the one angry with you. Shouldn’t we talk about this?”

Busying himself with the locks, he keeps his eyes trained on his task. “Rule number one. What is it?”

A sigh leaves my heavy chest. All I want is to have a conversation. I’m done playing this game. If we could talk things out, maybe there’s still hope. Before something really terrible happens. “Not to talk to you unless you ask me a question…sir.”

“You broke that rule. You will be punished.” Unhooking the restraints, he moves my wrists behind my back.

“Get up and take position on the breeding bench.”

Breedingbench? Is that what that weird thing is? Is he still trying to breed me?

Walking over with hesitance in each step, I straddle it, placing my knees on the pads indicated. He immediately locks my ankles down. Unhooking my arms, he places them on the other pads and locks them, too. I’m on all fours, supported by the bench. From this position, my pussy and ass are completely exposed and at the perfect height for him.

Moving to the chest, he bends to unlock it. I can’t see what he grabs, but he puts it behind his back and approaches me from behind. His gruff voice cuts through the dead air. “Ass, pussy, or mouth. I’ll give you a choice, as I am such a benevolent god.”

Tied to a breeding bench, all my holes are at his disposal. I have no way of controlling my movements, or at least not by much. The last birth control pill I took was the night of the party before I left to come to the manor on Red Night. That means I have likely missed one, or am about to, unless Xavier brought them for me.

“Are you… Are you going to give me my birth control pills?”

As soon as the question leaves my mouth, he pulls a long, skinny black cane from behind his back, the light catching on it as he rears it back. Pain shoots across my bare ass cheeks as Xavier slaps it. I relinquish a scream.

“I asked you a simple question. You are to answer it with respect. Ass, pussy, or mouth.”

“I can’t make that decision, sir, unless I know… Please.”

He canes me again, and I sob. The shock is more terrifying than the sharpness of the sensation.

“Ass… I’ll take ass.” He canes me again. “Master, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me in the ass, master, please,” I cry, tears rolling down my cheeks now.

“It sounds as if you think you’ll enjoy it. You won’t.” Taking the ball gag, he shoves it in my mouth. Lube is drizzled all over my ass and his finger plunges inside me repeatedly. Each time I release an involuntary moan, he canes me, and I scream in pain against the ball.

He shoves his cock deep into my ass with a forceful thrust. He’s right. With how rough he’s being, I’m not enjoying it. Not like before. I chose my ass because I was afraid he wouldn’t give me my pills and would end up impregnating me on the bench.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I hope he finishes soon and returns to being my Xavier. Worse than the pain in my ass is the agony of missing my lover. His tenderness, his warmth, and caring nature. His laughter. Sniffing, I sob into the gag as he comes inside me. He barely grunts as he does, before quickly sliding out. Maybe he’s not enjoying it either.

“I should leave you like this. You’ve been quite disobedient.” He zips up and rummages in the chest, then locks it with the padlock. When he steps through the door, my lungs freeze with horror, afraid he’s left me here. But he comes back in just a moment, and I immediately catch the scent of savory foods. Relaxing, I take a big breath through my nose. He places another tray on the table and takes the old one away. Quickly, he unbinds me from the bench and releases the gag. I remain still, not wanting to disobey him, his cum dripping out of my ass.

“You may get up and eat.” When I slide off, he walks to the door.

Before he leaves, I release another sob, crying out and begging, “Xavier, please. Please, how long are you going to keep me here?”

Holding the door open, he stands with his broad back to me. Turning his head, his voice is eerily calm as he says, “Until you want to stay.”

Then, closing the door with a disturbing decisiveness, he leaves, locking it behind him.