Page 48 of Be Careful What You Wish For

‘You saw the cage, the Dungeon, you heard the words. I w

atched you play with yourself as I have many times. Dream Catcher punished me for not stopping you, for not administering punishment when you knew it was wrong. So you had this coming, although I still say you enjoyed it. You’re simply in denial. Perhaps it shocks you that you would want to go that far.’

It was useless trying to talk to Shadow when he was in this mood. But then again, he was giving away the fact that there were cameras in more places than she knew. It made so much sense; he and Dream Catcher had known everything about her because they could see her even when she believed she was alone. She didn’t know if she could trust either of them again.

There seemed so much else going on. She was living in the same house, and yet she still didn’t know what was happening, much less how the peculiar relationship worked between Dream Catcher and Shadow.

Dilemma

She knew!

He didn’t know how she knew, she just did. Somehow she had seen him on camera with Richard in the dungeon, heard their words. When did she do that, and how? What did she actually know? Had she listened to part of the conversation or the whole? And did she know the words that made him feel so insecure?

There had never been a point in his life before when he had lost control. He was a problem solver. He always had answers. To every problem there was a solution, and therefore there was no problem. Emotion had never got in the way of his decision making. Without a thought he’d always been able to cut to the chase.

But now he didn’t have enough information to go on, and he couldn’t ask her without giving away some degree of control. Besides, that would be telling her his dilemma, the fact that he was unsure.

No, he had to work with his own resources, and find a way through. There was one, he was sure.

Shit, shit, shit! How had this happened?

Events had overtaken him and he hadn’t even seen them coming. He had thought his future secure, that he and Richard would continue just as they had always done. Sure, there were times he would be away from the island, like now, and it was during those times when the sadist within him could come to the fore. He didn’t have a problem with that, and neither should she. She should simply be doing as she was told. Besides, she was in denial. She enjoyed the shock tactics; everything about her screamed ecstasy and wanting more, and he was only too willing to oblige. They worked well together. Meanwhile, Richard could continue to be Master. He need never know. Usually he was able to hold his sadism in check. That wasn’t a problem.

Until now.

Now he was pissed off with Richard. He’d betrayed him. He’d waited until he’d moulded the girl into a slave, and then was ready to ditch him and take the reward of his labours. He was certain that was what was happening, especially when he returned and Pandora told him the way she was threatening to do.

There was no way of keeping Richard from seeing Pandora. At some point soon they were going to come together, and the shit was going to hit the fan. There was no way of stopping it...

Or was there?

He’d done it before, he could do it again.

Slowly a plan began to form.

Sadist v Submissive

The assaults kept coming. They were happening more and more, and they came suddenly and usually when least expected, as if the element of surprise and shock were a part. Shadow’s sexual appetite was ferocious, but then so was his need to cause pain. More than punishing her, the beast in him seemed to be taking over and there was no doubt now that he was a sadist. But then again something more, something else, because there were those times when he seemed to be punishing himself, or rather, want her to do that for him. He seemed to have a craving to know the sensations of both pleasure and pain as his own.

Why did he goad her and then switch to become... what?

She didn’t know. It had become a game, and he the Games Master. Always he was the one in control, whether wanting the pain or giving it. He made up the rules as he went along, and then changed them ad hoc when he felt like it, or when the mood made it so.

He also seemed keyed up, spurred on by something else, something she couldn’t understand at all. For no apparent reason he would burst out laughing, a heartless laugh that set her nerves on edge, wondering what might follow.

She’d tried to climb inside his mind so many times, to second guess, to understand the needs of Shadow as a Master. But she had failed, just as he was failing her.

Or had he?

More and more she spent time away from the house, choosing to nestle in that special place she had found between the rocks on the beach. She was paranoid. Since discovering that seeing the dungeon and Shadow in the cage was real and not part of a dream, constantly she looked for cameras.

In her rooms she believed she had found all those that existed there, but even far away from the house, even amongst the rocks, knowing she couldn’t be seen from the windows, she sought out lenses which might be hidden. And yes, she discovered one which opened out at the point where the glow of the floodlights might join. She’d continued searching, but found no more.

Following one particular night she arrived at the beach exhausted. Shadow had crept in through the darkness, catching her unawares as she was sleeping. Throwing caution to the winds she had struggled and screamed.

But it was useless. He took her anyway. He didn’t care, except with satiating his own appetite, always greedy for more. It wasn’t until the early hours that he left her.

She knew he would be sleeping, and she took advantage of knowing she was alone, at least for a while, by cuddling the rocks, taking pleasure in feeling the lap of water around her toes.

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