Page 14 of Married to My Master

He stepped around behind her.

She yelled again. “Dane!”

The tie descended over her eyes, sending her deep into a metal-filled hell of darkness and despair. She thrashed in her chair, struggling against her bonds till she was too exhausted to continue to fight. When she couldn't fight anymore, she tried slumping in her chair. She still couldn't get comfortable, though, and had to straighten her body back out.

And, all the while, the same thrashing metal song played on repeat. She wasn't sure who the band was, but, if she ever saw them on the street, she'd shoot them after this hell.

Time seemed to blacken, just as her vision had. With no clocks to see, no way to feel the sun on her, or see its passage through the sky, she couldn't track the time. She felt as if she sat there for ages.

Finally, though, she felt the floor shift below her. She felt Dane's heavy footfalls as he came back into the room and stood beside her. Feeling his presence nearby, she turned her head to the side and looked for him with her sightless eyes.

He stood there for a moment longer, doing nothing.

Was he there to remove the headphones? To take her out of the chair? Her whole body ached, her muscles screamed from the uncomfortable position, and her mind was cloudy from sleep deprivation. “Dane?” she shouted, unable to be sure how loud her voice actually was.

Finally, blissful silence returned as he pulled the headphones from her head. “You have a text,” he said, his voice sounding faraway and distant because of the numbness in her ears.

A text? Maybe it was from Jas, or from someone who could help her. She didn't say anything, though. She couldn't give him any more leverage over her.

“From Edward Barker, asking how the conference is going,” Dane continued. “Is he your boyfriend or something?”

Why would Edward be texting her? Did he know she wasn't at the conference and that she had missed her flight? That lying snake in the grass would probably try to use this against her. Fuck Edward. Despite her feelings, though, Emily didn't reply. She didn't say a word or shake her head. She just bared her teeth in rage.

“Suit yourself,” Dane said, after she didn't answer. He went to return the headphones to her ears, but, before he did, he stopped. “Almost forgot to tell you,” he said, his voice deadpan, “I found a surprise in your nightstand.”

“What?” Emily asked, confused. “A surprise?”

“You'll find out,” he said, then slipped the headphones back over her ears, filling her head with the banging, ripping metal music again. Her world became the cacophony, as the unintelligible lyrics filled her head.

What kind of surprise did he have for her? One from her nightstand? Was he going to give her some more of her sedative, like he had in the car? Was he going to let her rest?

Finally, even with the music and the uncomfortable positioning, Emily began to drift off to sleep. Her head fell forward, snapping her awake. The human body was ever adaptable, it seemed, and could get used to pretty much anything, if given long enough.

Maybe, she realized, she could get some sleep, if she really tried. Maybe she could hang her head forward on her own, to keep the abrupt stop from waking her back up, and manage to get a little relief that way.

She hung her head forward and tried to shut out the heavy metal on the headphones. It had become so monotonous, now, that it actually came easily for her.

Soon, she was drifting off to sleep, the sensation of the chair beneath her, the tape on her skin, and the music pounding in her head all fading away as she embraced the darkness of slumber. And that was when she felt the buzzing between her thighs.

Immediately, Emily knew what he'd found. Her multi-speed vibrator. She groaned as she tried to get away from it, just to return to the peace and quiet her body had somehow almost found. She couldn't get far, though, not with the way he'd taped her into place. She felt herself already dripping, her body flushing with unwanted arousal. She bit her lower lip as she continued to try and squirm away.

He rubbed the tip of the vibrator up and down her lips, collecting her excitement.

She spread her legs wider for him, her body wanting what it wanted.

He circled her clit with the tip, producing an excited moan from her.

She chewed on her lower lip, thinking that maybe a good orgasm would be what her body needed to finally get some real sleep. It had always relaxed her in the past, so why not now?

“Dane,” she moaned, her words lost to her beneath the beat of the double-kick bass and the unending screaming of the lead singer. “Dane,” she moaned again.

The tip of her toy found her clit, and it was like electricity rushed through her body. Her whole body arched, even through the pain of the stress positioning, her hips moving forward to beg for more of his touch.

Fuck, her body wanted it inside of her, wanted to feel it filling her as it hummed her to sleep. Just one quick, little release would be all that she needed. She licked her lips and bit her lower lip, praying that Dane would give her what her body craved.

But then the buzzing just stopped.

It just stopped, and Dane pulled away.

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