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I flinch away from his name. The guilt has managed to follow me even here. What would he think if he could see me now? He’d be disgusted. I never let him see this side of me. I didn’t want to hurt him.
Saldar’s deep voice brings me back into the moment. “Have you learned your lesson, doll?”
Doll again. Well, if he wants to call me that, I can’t stop him. As of now, my only priority is staying away from the dildo stick and getting these shoes off. “Yes, Master. May I remove the shoes? Please?”
“You may.”
I wince as I roll my sore shoulders forward and carefully remove the horrible shoes. Saldar collects them, in his usual silent way, and unfastens the dildo from the stick, setting them by the door. “On your feet. In the corner. Face the wall.”
My legs wobble as I stand, and goosebumps prickle my skin.
What now?
I try to convince myself I’m just afraid, but part of me is excited to see what he’ll do. I’m at his mercy in a way I’ve never been able to find in the outside world. There’s something liberating about having no control.
I’m itching to turn around but force myself to keep still. He’ll be watching. He'll catch me. Before long, his voice rumbles out again. “The one-bar prison will remain as a warning for next time. Two hours. Don’t force me to use it. You may turn.”
I do and frown as I take in what he’s done. The dildo stick now holds an even larger rubber cock, and a different pair of heels, with an even higher stiletto, sit next to it. I shiver at the thought of being put back on it. Never again.
But the rest, I don’t understand. Saldar stands next to the altar, which he’s covered with something that looks soft and furry. Sex toys line one side, everything from tiny bullet vibrators to microphones to rabbit-style dildos.
It’s all geared toward female pleasure, the sort of collection you’d get at one of those awkward overpriced sex toy home parties, where you always end up buying stuff you never wanted because you feel bad for the woman hosting it.
He taps the table. One, two. Never three. There’s something familiar about it. “Lie down. Legs spread.”
I do as I’m told, like the good little slave I’m becoming.
Exposing myself for him like this still feels awkward, despite my continually naked state. There’s a difference between being naked and displaying myself for a complete stranger. And an emotionless, savage one at that.
Is he planning to get me off now that he’s punished me? It’s a nice thought, but I doubt it. It doesn’t fit with what he said before, and I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Worse than if he’d produced some other spanking device. Not worse than more nipple clamps, though. Nothing could top that.
“The next twenty-three hours are a test of your self-control. Fail, and you know what the punishment will be.” He nods towards the dildo stick.
I relax, just a little, as it starts to make sense. The toys are designed to tempt me. Well, big deal. It’s not going to work.
Then he holds up a syringe filled with liquid. It’s the type you use to give pets medicine, no needle on the end, but I shy away from it anyway, heart racing, and shift to the edge of the altar. “What’s that?”
I neglect the “Master,” but for once, he doesn’t call me out on it. “It’s harmless. Just an aphrodisiac, which will stay inyour system for twenty-four hours. You need to learn to control yourself and obey me no matter what. Open up.”
I keep my mouth clamped tightly shut. Nope. Not happening. He’s not drugging me. I shake my head, unwilling to open my mouth to speak.
His voice drops even deeper. “Open up, doll, or it’s back on your one-bar prison. Last chance.”
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He means it. Of course he does. He doesn’t know the meaning of an empty threat. And then what? When I’m an absolute mess after two hours on the thing, he makes me drink it anyway?
That’s what would happen. I know it, and he knows it. My breaths come shakily now. “Please. Don’t make me.”
“I’ll never lie to you. It’s harmless. Open up, doll. Now.”
He’ll never lie to me. Despite the insane world he’s trapped me in, it feels real. And anyway, I have no options. No choice. He’s taken them away.
I clench my fists, squeeze my eyes shut, and open my mouth.
Chapter Fourteen
