Page 51 of Wicked Games

The very painful truth.

From this point forward, I would be focused and relentless. I must break her down; mentally, physically, and emotionally. Her mind must shatter so that I may pick up the pieces and arrange them in my perfect image of her, of us. If my plan was to succeed, I could show no mercy. She must be made to understand that there was no choice in this but acceptance.

Unlike the others, she was special. And I would hate for her to suffer the same fate of those far less worthy than her.

There was no turning back. This time I would succeed in submitting her to my will, with cold, absolute force if necessary, but it would happen.

Tonight, I almost lost her. Forever.

While I had been concerned over her falling from one of the jagged cliffs that line the western line of the property, it never occurred to me she would take the direction she did through the northwestern section of the woods.

Another hundred yards or so and she would have stumbled upon the only modern road that comes close to my estate.

It was the one that led to the small village and hotel I created as a respite for the staff and a form of debriefing area between visits to the outside world. While not open to the public and only used by staff, she may have come across a random vendor or supply merchant whose only purpose and knowledge of the property were the supplies they thought they were bringing for the hotel’s use. As much as I would have liked otherwise, it was necessary to still keep a link to the outside world when it came to food and other supplies. The hotel was the perfect cover.

Had Elizabeth somehow managed to escape and return to her world, that would have been the end and not only of our little game.

She most assuredly would have gone to the police. While there wasn’t a chance in hell I would ever be charged with kidnapping and assault, it would become problematic. I had countless politicians, judges, and policemen in my pocket so I knew it would never even be an issue in that regard. And while I did have behind the scenes control of numerous media outlets, the issue was that eventually she would find someone beyond my immediate control who was willing to listen to her fantastical tale.

I couldn’t afford for even a hint of a rumor or speculation to get out about this estate and what happened here. It was why I paid so handsomely for the staff and while, when necessary, I even resorted to the subtle pressure of blackmail or the threat of possible ruination of themselves and their family to keep everyone involved.

Unfortunately, what made Elizabeth the perfect target also made her my greatest liability and that was before the unseen complication of my deeper affection for her.

She had no family to threaten with blackmail. Not even an ex-boyfriend or close friend to wonder whatever happened to her. Her only few friends were almost all associated with the theater and they were here under my control. Her origins being the United States, it was an easy matter to inform the school she had decided to leave the country and return home. No one questioned it. But her lack of connections and disagreeable past behavior made her impossible to keep quiet, should she ever succeed in escaping me before I had a chance to break her.

For that very reason, failure was not an option, not where Elizabeth was concerned. This was too important to me. She was too important to me.

The feel of her soft breast being crushed in my hand while she pushed her ass against my cock, grinding down on the hand that worked her sweet cunt, was the only encouragement I needed to know my new plan was truly best for her… and for us.

“Now I want you to be a good girl and get up on the chair.”

“Am I being punished for running?”

“Yes. That was an extremely foolish and dangerous thing for you to do, my love. More dangerous than you realize,” I warned.

She whimpered. “Are you going to hurt me?”

“Yes.” There was no point in denying it. She would learn soon enough.

Her small body trembled within my grasp.

Her next question was barely above a whisper. “Are you going to kill me?”

Turning her in my arms, I brushed a soft curl from off her shoulder and ran the back of my knuckles over her cheek till I could brush her full lower lip with the pad of my thumb. Focusing on that lush mouth and how I would soon be pounding my cock into it without mercy, I said, “Never, my love. You’re mine. And what is mine, I keep. Always.”

Grasping her around the shoulders and slipping my arm under her knees, I lifted her slight weight onto the upper tier of the siege d’amour chair. Lifting her arms high, I secured them over her head into the brass wrist shackles. Ignoring her murmured pleas and apologies for escaping, I placed one ankle then the other in the stirrups before locking the brass ankle plates in place.

Reaching between her legs and under the cushion, I turned a small hidden crank. The stirrups slowly slid out to the sides on well-greased hinges. I didn’t stop till her legs were spread obscenely wide with her beautiful ass hanging just over the edge of the cushion, vulnerable to my ministrations.

Her body was now completely restrained. This really was a marvelous invention of Bertie’s. It had countless options for restraining not one but two females at once into some extremely painful yet pleasurable positions. Once I stood on the lower tier and placed my feet in the brass fixtures, after grasping the handles on either side of her head, I would be at the perfect angle to inflict the most pounding pressure as I thrust into her cunt or ass.

But that was for later… much later.

For now, I have to make my little caged bird forget she ever knew how to fly.

Walking over to a silver tray brought in per my explicit instructions, I removed the silver cloche from the platter, and picked up the largest piece of fresh gingerroot on offer. Selecting a sharp paring knife, I began to circle around Elizabeth’s body secured to the chair as I shaved and shaped the root.

Taking on the instructive tone of a parent about to discipline a child, I reminded Elizabeth, “This is the direct consequence of your own foolish actions. I need you to remember that, my love. How you are treated will depend on how you behave. Do you understand?”

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