The Witch's Wand

Part 13 'Babydoll'

I headed to the next door opening the door to a small dusty room, this room was strange with the same miss-matched items, I opened up the wardrobe and was VERY taken back...

What... what are these?

They are so short... 

such strange fabrics

printed with odd pictures, 

with strange cuts and designs. 

It took a while to pick things out, I got some tights, a little black dress, I opened the door with the wand and headed inside a cluttered apartment filled with junk and paperwork, 

"umm..." I muttered, "I wonder who's in here..."

I stopped as I heard the door open and I was taken back by the man who confidently swaggered inside in tight black trousers a green shirt with some rather obscene imagery all over it and a head of dark brown curls, he smirked at me setting his keys down by the door,

"Hello Babydoll,"

"Hi..."

"What?" he smirked as he came though and grabbed my hair, "I fuck you too hard last night? You forgot yourself?"

"...Maybe,"

"over the sofa. Now" he smirked before he walked towards the bedroom,

"What... No."

"What did you say?" He smirked eagerly "did you say no?"

"I did" I nodded and

heard a low chuckle and he stepped back to me

"... Fine. I take it You wanna be a brat today," he smirked, slapping my ass hard digging his nails in as he took a grip of me "I really must have fucked you too hard for you to forget everything. Now here's a refresher you little brat." he warns, "You're Y/n my little whore. My little brat. My little babydoll. Who should bend her ass over the sofa as soon as I get home ready for me to fuck my frustration of the day? And I am your Malcolm, your master. Who you obey because you love me so much, now. Bend over. Now." He whispered nibbling on my ear,

"Yes master" I nodded

"Better" he smirked, kissing my neck before marching off to the bedroom. I didn't know what to expect but I did as I was told. I heard him walking back and I tried not to shiver in my excitement he pulled my wrists hard behind my back he tightened a buckled cuff around my wrist and then did the other being forced to hold my hands behind me unable to move from the chain connecting both black fabric shackles he smirked kissing my neck as his hands tugged up the back of my dress to see my panties

"Malcolm"

"Yes, Babydoll?" he smirked grinding himself against me in only my panties where he had tugged my dress so far up he grabbed my hair and pulled me back from the kitchen pushing me on my stomach over the back of the sofa

"Are you really going to-"

"hold." He ordered forcing the fabric of the skirt of my dress into my cuffed hands, I held the fabric already trying not to giggle feeling so exposed in my little lace panties with my skirt up and bent over the sofa back he slapped my ass not to hard gently at first his hand smoothing where he slapped moments after, he slapped me again this time harder but still gently soothing it with his hand after "Yes. I've had a hard day dealing with shit. So... I'm going to take it out of your sexy little ass." he smirked getting harder more aggressive and soothing me much less often having to bite my mouth trying not to scream from the stings of pain "why so quiet babydoll? You're usually screaming by now? Or is your pretty ass much more used to it now" he smirked, leaning over me to press himself against me and kissing my neck a little "how about I go get your heart?"