Longing

Chapter 2 - Rewards

- Prey -

The chirping birds woke me up. For a moment I forgot where I was, what had happened. I tried to get up, and then pain set in when the leather cut into my skin, holding me back. I wanted to scream, but there was a gag in my mouth. Not the silicone one, but nonetheless I could not utter a single word.

Sunlight shone bright through the window as the curtains where drawn back now. I tried to grasp what took place here in the last hours. First, I was abducted. I remembered crashing my car and waking up here, bound to the pillory. Without the darkness, I could now muster the room around me. A board next to the windowsill with a vast amount of different toys, whips and plugs. Next to it a construction made from thick beams of wood that had been burned of in order to highlight the grain of the wood.

On my right side a wide door with an array of hooks besides it. Various harnesses, leather straps, chains in different lengths and heavy steel collars hung from them. The floor seemed to be made from wood as well, but there was a thick shiny coating on it, probably to waterproof it. A drain ran from the windowsill to behind me.

The door swung open, without so much as a creak. In the doorway stood the man responsible. For the first time in the last days I could get a look at him. Somehow he had gotten even hotter. Black jeans, leather boots, an olive green cotton shirt that tightly wrapped his muscular torso. Dark brown hair tightly combed back and tamed with wax, shaved short on the side and his well maintained beard contemplated his dark blue eyes and prominent cheekbones. He smiled. God, that damned smile, thats how it started. Genuine but mischievous.

"I hope, you got some sleep Helena. I have much planned for you."

He got closer and started to undo my restraints, even took out the gag. Than he helped me to stand up, or rather he pulled me up onto my feet.

"Follow me, I can not have you look like the whore you are all day long." Without any real alternatives I just started moving and was painfully remembered of the abuse I endured. "Jack, what are you..." Without any warning he turned around and grapped me by hair with one swift movement. "If you ever speak to me, you are to call me Master, Lord or Sir. You need to learn your place below me." For now it surely was not a great idea to challenge his authority. His voice was cold, and his eyes lost all warmth. "Yes, Sir. Please, where are we going?"

Without answering, he just smiled again and dragged me along through the door and a short hallway into a bathroom. A large bathtub lined the left wall, a large window across from the door engulfed the room in warm sunlight. "Sit down in the tub." I carefully lowered myself in. He took the showerhead, let the water warm up, and without any further explanation started washing me.

It was a difference like night and day. I had almost forgotten how gentle these strong, calloused hands could be. As if he felt every bit of pain his touches could cause from the countless bruises and cuts that I only noticed now, looking down on myself. He washed my hair, my face and my body. Usually, I did not enjoy this kind of soft and tender treatment, but there was something relieving in his touch. I relaxed, the warm water mended my tense muscles and when he began washing my breasts, slowly wandering down my torso, caressing my belly and my hips, lust even began to rise inside me.

When I looked into his eyes, nothing was left of the merciless, hungry, bestial desire, nor could I find a notion of the cold stare. He was encompassing me with his love. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the treatment.  When he was done, he started to carefully dry me with a soft, warm towel, then proceeding to massage me with an ointment. He sat down behind me on the tubs rim and I leaned against him.

Without stopping for a second, his hands found their way between my legs, time and time again, and I wanted to protest him moving away every time. But he placed his trigger finger on my lips and shushed me. "Just lay back and enjoy little one." With his last words he gently pushed two fingers into me and placed his thumb on my clit. I started moaning, giving into the lust, that strangely came all without pain.