Page 37 of Savage

How dare she? How dare she try to undo all my hard work, try to harm herself again.

I don’t even understand it. She’d done so well the night before. What had happened during the day to make her go from bright-eyed and anticipating her game to this mess of a creature who wants nothing more than to get high again?

I drag her into my bedroom and toss her onto the floor.

Stef yelps, trembling as she curls up into a ball. “I’m sorry,” she chokes out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… I’m sorry!”

“You are never going to get high ever again,” I tell her, fighting to keep control of myself. “Now get on the bed, on your back, and grab your ankles. Spread wide.”

She looks up at me with wide, terrified eyes, struggling to get up to her feet. She manages it after a moment, but it feels like she’s taking forever just to spite me. She stumbles toward the bed, still sobbing, and gets on it.

For a moment, though, she just lies there, curling up again instead of grabbing her ankles like I’d ordered her to do.

“Did you not hear me?” I ask in a curt tone. “Have you gone deaf as well as stupid?”

“I’m not… I can’t…” Her words are barely audible over her sobbing, and she buries her face in her hands. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“What did I tell you about my expectations?” I turn to my dresser and open the drawer with the sex toys. I find the nipple clamps I’d meant to use today and a set of manacles.

“I don’t… I don’t…” She’s wheezing, and she presses her hands against her eyes, shaking her head. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? You already know how I feel about drugs. You’re provoking me on purpose.” I walk back to the bed and glares at her. “Last chance. Grab your ankles and spread your legs, before I do it for you.”

“I’m not!” Stef says, looking up at me with tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m not, I promise, I just, I don’t—” She starts to spread her legs, then seems to remember to grab her ankles, and she ends up looking confused for a moment as she tries to process everything at once.

I cuff her wrists to her ankles, all while she cries. The tears look good on her, but I’m too annoyed over the entire situation to truly appreciate them.

I want her to be crying because of what I’ve done, not because she’s going through some psychosomatic withdrawal.

She tries to tug at her wrists, but she can’t move now. “Please don’t do this to me,” she whimpers. “I’ve been so good. I’ve been good. I just asked… I just asked a question.” She hiccups.

“You were good,” I growl, “until you let your addiction supersede your common sense.” I massage one of her nipples until it perks up, then snap the clamp on it. Stef gasps and whimpers.

I repeat this with her other nipple, then tug on the two long chains, watching her nipples extend a little before I loosen my hold on the chains again.

It takes her a moment to figure out what I’m doing, and when she does, her watery eyes go a little wide. “Please, Master, I—” She squirms, and it tugs at her nipples. She lets out a strangled, startled sound.

Part of me relaxes when I hear her noises. This is what I wanted from her. I tug once more on the chains, drinking in her whimpers, before I attach each end of the chain to the wrist manacles.

The chains are long, but there’s not a lot of slack. When I push on her thighs, it causes the chains to pull on her nipples again.

Stef cries out again, and it goes straight to my groin. “Master…” She tries to curl in on herself, but she realizes soon enough that no matter how she moves, it’s going to put pressure on her pert nipples.

“I’m going to spank your pussy,” I tell her steadily. “You will apologize after every one and thank me for it. How many do you deserve, for insulting all the hard work I’ve done on you?”

“I… But…” She looks up at me, so much pleading in her eyes, and there’s also genuine confusion.

“Because that’s what you did, with your asinine question,” I tell her. “I’ve been working hard to get you healthy and clean, but you decided that was worth nothing. So tell me, how many times do you deserve to be spanked for this insult?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” she pleads. “I don’t… I…” She slumps down a little, as though finally understanding that her actions have consequences. “I don’t know.”

I’m a little disappointed she didn’t give me a number, but it’s not going to stop me from carrying out the punishment. “Ten, then.”

The first slap is light, but she jolts anyway, her wrists pulling at her nipples and eliciting another few mewls from her in pain and protest. Her face is messy from tears and mucus, and she should look entirely unappealing… but this is exactly what I want her to look like.

I just want the cause to be something different than her stupidly asking for more of the poison that got her into this situation to begin with.

“Do you remember what I told you to do?” I ask her, lightly stroking the folds of her pussy. It’s warm to my touch, and I can already imagine how heated it’ll be after another few slaps.

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