Page 9 of Vicious King

3

Tatum

Five weeks later

“Arch your back more, Doll.”

Without a sound, I did as my Master commanded, curving my back and pushing my ass farther up and out. My wrists had been tied together with soft silk earlier, but he’d changed his mind halfway through, and now they were spread wide but still immobilized in a wooden restraining device which resembled a medieval stock.

My feet were restrained on the floor with chains and my back was stinging from the lashings of a whip he used on me earlier. I was marked and shackled, with no possible hope for escape. Same as every other day.

It hadn’t taken long for me to make peace with my new reality. I was truly my Master’s toy now, simply a set of warm holes in which he could unload himself. I didn’t mind. I deserved it. This was my place in the world now. My penance for all the awful things I’d done.

Behind me, Elias was fucking my pussy. His pussy. I belonged to him, and he could do whatever he wanted with me. All I wanted was to please him.

I wasn’t sure if it felt good. My mind was elsewhere, trying to focus on the bad things I’d done in my life so that I wouldn’t start to feel any orgasmic pleasure. I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve to feel that incredible heady buzz that Elias gave me that night on the altar when his perfect cock slid inside me, filling me with warmth and wonder. The only pleasure I allowed myself to feel nowadays was when he punished me with the whips or paddles in the Finishing School playroom.

“I want you to come on my cock,” he suddenly said in a husky murmur. “Now, Doll.”

I shifted my mind away from my crimes and tried to focus on the fullness of my pussy as his thick cock slammed in and out of me. My clit was swollen and throbbing, but I couldn’t reach down and rub it. Not when I was restrained like this.

Elias slapped my ass, hard. “I said now!” he growled. “Come.”

“I… I can’t. Sorry, Master,” I whispered raggedly.

“Why the fuck not?” He said this as he thrust all the way inside me, filling me to the brim.

“I don’t deserve pleasure. All I deserve is punishment.”

He slowed his movements and slapped my ass again, making me quiver. “Why?”

“Because I’m a bad girl. I’m a liar.”

He grunted. “Tell me more.”

“I lied when I arrived here. I said I didn’t sell myself here, but that wasn’t true. I signed the contract. I wanted to be here,” I said, closing my eyes.

I knew it was true now. Just because I had no memory of it didn’t mean it never happened. It had to have happened, because my Master wasn’t a liar. Iwas.

I must’ve felt so guilty and ashamed over the awful things I did that I decided to force myself into this subservient existence so that I could receive the punishment I so direly needed.

If I concentrated hard enough, I could actually see myself signing away my life on a cream-colored piece of paper, and soon, the image blurred with my solid memories until it started to gain a life of its own.

Yes, I remembered now. I signed that contract in early 2017. Of course I did.

“Why did you want to be here?” Elias asked.

“Because I’m a murderer. I realized I needed punishment. I needed to let you get your revenge on me.”

“But you weren’t aware you’d be given to me when you signed your rights over to Crown and Dagger,” Elias said crisply.

I shook my head. “I… I must’ve guessed, Master. I wanted to be given to you. I wanted you to punish me for what I did.”

“And what was that?” he said in a low voice.

“I killed Ben Wellington. Your cousin and friend. I pushed him right off a cliff on the 17th of March, 2017.”

I didn’t fully remember that either, but I knew I would eventually. The real memories would make their way back one way or another, piece by jagged black piece, and finally I would be able to lift a full picture out of the darkness of my mind and hold it up to the white light of truth.

---