Page 46 of Reclaimed

“Are you going to hurt me, sir?”

His eyebrows shot up at that. Finally, my words had caused some emotional reaction in him, even if it was only mild shock and then amusement.

“Do you want me to?”

“I’d just rather know, if you were going to.”

“Your Master said I could beat you if you misbehaved, which you haven’t.”

“Oh.”

“He also said I should hurt you if you need it.What do you suppose he meant by that?” I couldn’t work out his expression. It was as if the muscles of his face were out of practice at showing emotion. It seemed like there was hunger one moment, disgust the next.

“Sometimes I can get too much in my own head. It’s overwhelming. But when I feel pain, it sort of… grounds me, brings me back to my body. If I let him hurt me, my brain goes quiet.”

“I see. And do you think it would be the same if someone other than your Master was hurting you?”

I swallowed. The air in the kitchen seemed suddenly thicker and magically less oxygenated. “I don’t know, sir,” I whispered.

“Come here.”

Oh God, it was happening. I couldn’t move. What else had Ray told Mark he was allowed to do? Or were we past that now? I felt my skin waking up in anticipation of being touched, and that delicious light-headedness started to spread through me. I hadn’t expected to react like this to Mark. Would Ray be angry?

“Come here,” he said again, more sternly this time.

I willed my legs to take me to him. He made me sit on his lap, and I felt the roughness of his jeans on my thighs where my dress didn’t cover them. Every tiny physical sensation was heightened by the trepidation of Mark being such an unknown. He still wasn’t giving anything away, and I didn’t know if at any moment I should expect him to abandon the rules and fuck me, or whether he’d hurt me, or even if he was just going to laugh at me again. He rested a hand on my leg, and I allowed my eyes to close, knowing he could hear my shaky exhales. I had to obey him, whatever came next – I would have to surrender to this moment, whatever form it took. He lowered his head into my neck and groaned as if he was fighting something. He grazed his lips against my neck, his stubble rough, causing me to gasp. His grip on my leg tightened until it started to become painful. I mewled and tried to wriggle my leg free, but Mark only tutted and gave my neck a warning squeeze. I could feel that he was hard beneath me, and my body was responding too. At that moment, I wanted him to take me. I started to tell myself that Ray wouldn’t mind, that he’d known all along this would happen and would just be proud that his little slut had done a good job. But then I remembered the expression on Ray’s face when he said he couldn’t share me just yet, and I heard the pride in his voice when he called me his. Maybe he expected us to fool around a little, but I knew that Mark and I would not be able to do that and not go all the way.

“Please, sir, I shouldn’t…”

Mark chuckled, but he released his hold on me. “I suppose not. Wouldn’t want to get you into trouble now, would we?” I felt intensely awkward as I sidled off his lap to finish the dishes.

“Leave that.”

“But…”

“Are you wet?”

“I…”

“Yes or no?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, go upstairs and play. You can finish this later.”

I disappeared upstairs as instructed, my cheeks burning. I hadn’t expected Mark to be able to cause that kind of reaction in me. I laid down on my bed, unsure what to do next. It had been a long time since I’d touched myself. I hadn’t exactly been in the right state of mind to want to since I’d got here. But now I was definitely aroused. I could lie to Mark, and he’d never know that I hadn’t, but if I stayed in this state all day then I might be more prone to any more temptations that arose later on. Besides, something about knowing that Mark knew what I was doing, that he’d commanded me to do it, was incredibly erotic. I slid one hand between my legs experimentally; I might as well try.

I was wet from the episode with Mark in the kitchen, but my mind was still blocking me from truly finding pleasure in the experience. It was hard to switch my brain off from everything that had happened, everything that was still happening. I tried to shut it all out and just think of David. I imagined it was him touching me. I tried to recall the feeling of his fingers, his smell, the feeling of his warm body moving against mine. Nothing was working. Everything had been tainted by Ray. When I said Ray’s name in my head my fingers elicited fresh sparks from my sex. Crap. This can’t be happening.

I thought of Ray kissing my neck, pushing me down onto the bed, tugging on my hair… Fuck. I groaned. I should not be feeling this. I imagined his smell, his smug whisperings, his cock inside me. I came hard, bucking against my fingers, with Ray still in my mind’s eye.

*

When I woke up a while later and remembered what I’d done before I’d fallen asleep, I felt an uncomfortable sinking sensation in my stomach. What did it say about me that I could no longer get off to thoughts of my fiancé, only to those of my captor? But I didn’t have much time to wallow in my feelings, because I realised it was midday and that Mark would probably want lunch. I hurried downstairs.

“Afternoon.”

“I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

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