My Psychotic Master

Chapter 8

I woke up and stretched, then groaned as I felt sore, like I had done 1000 crunches last night... Then I remembered what happened and how many times I came; all the pleasure I received from this evil guy sleeping next to me.

I sat up and put my feet on the ground, then ran to the bathroom. I was still naked, I guess I did fall asleep without dressing last night. I wonder how he got me to the room though, having to carry me through a room full of people, and I knew that he didn't want anyone else seeing me naked.

I got to the mirror and looked in it. I saw that I had so many bruises all over my hips and thighs and arms. I always did bruise quite easily, but wow was I satisfied by these... My neck and chest, going all the way down my body, had prominent red marks from when he was admiring my body with his mouth.

I heard a laugh and turned around to see Jack leaning against the door frame, staring at me. So I guess he wasn't asleep. He was topless and I saw his abs that were quite defined. His front was even more scarred than his back though.

"What? Something funny?" I asked, turning away from the mirror to make it look like I wasn't doing what I was caught doing. He laughed and got closer to me.

"I think it's very funny and also very much a turn on that you love seeing the marks that I make on you." His lips were close to mine and his breathing was so much more steady than mine.

I leaned forward and kissed him, but when I tried to wrap my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, he grabbed my wrists easily because he just had to grab the leather of the cuffs. I couldn't slip away from his grip because of the cuffs, and he just pinned them behind my back.

"Why won't you let me just get you so turned on you have to fuck me?!" I asked him, frowning. He laughed, "First of all, how do you know you haven't gotten me that turned on? I just have more control than you do princess. And second, it's funny that you think you get to determine when you get fucked."

I whimpered against him as I fell back into him. He smirked against my lips and pushed me into the glass shower door. He reached in and turned on the shower, and soon enough the room was filling with steam. "Shower sex?" I asked. He laughed, "Not a chance. You don't give up do you?" He asked.

"Not a chance," I said, which just made him roll his eyes at my mimic.  He slipped off his boxers but didn't let me look down and see his cock, which annoyed me. And I don't think he's small or anything, because the way he looked at me, the smug ass fuckin look on his face, told me that he had nothing to be shameful about. 

He helped me into the shower and then stepped in after me. It was so hot and steamy it made me a bit disoriented, and it also didn't help that I didn't have to do anything but stand there and moan and pant.

He washed my hair and my body, which he very thoroughly cleaned. Then he pushed me against the freezing cold tile wall and stuck two fingers in me, curling them up and down.

"Fuck you!" I screamed out, because he was literally making my legs shake with so little effort on his part and barely any time.

"You really don't want to be an asshole to me right now." I had to close my eyes to be able to control my voice, as I had to say something back. 

"And why is that?" I asked him. He didn't say anything and I could feel myself start to clench. "Tell me, asshole!" I demanded but it came out as a moan as I was so very close. He took his fingers out of me and I collapsed onto the floor of the shower, shaking so badly.

"What the fuck!" I screeched.

"I told you not to be an ass," He said easily as he washed his fingers off. "Let me-Make me cum," I whined to him; I felt so helpless.

"No. Let's go," He said and turned off the water. He stepped out and grabbed a towel. Well, if he won't make me, then I will. I spread my legs and leaned my head back and I started rubbing my clit. I didn't think I needed to keep quiet, so I didn't but I soon realized that was such a bad idea as Jack turned towards me with the most evil look on his face and stalked towards me, picking me up by my forearms and growled.

"Never touch yourself in my presence unless told. Understood?" He asked. God his voice was so scary, that all I could do was nod. "Answer!" He told me and "Yes sir," flew out of my mouth so fast. I've never called him that before. The anger melted from his face and he was smug again.

"Good pet," He teased and I glared at him. He wrapped a towel around me while shaking his head. "You really aren't a fast learner are you?" He asked.

"When I have a good teacher I am," I retorted and he gave that one laugh/scoff sound with his jaw out that he did a lot; a sign that I quickly learned meant he was very pissed at me but was trying to control himself.

He dried me off and then got my cuffs, putting them on me, a little tighter this time. Then I would really feel them on me, every second of the day. He helped me into my bra and panties then slipped a dark red dress over my head and zipped it up for me. They made the marks on my skin even darker.

"Go get your make-up on," He said while going into the closet.

"What, I don't get a please?" I called after him. He walked back over, his face showing very heavily that he was not happy with my mouth.

"You know, I have a very good and affective solution for that smart mouth of yours. The course you're on right now is going to get you it. Now go."

I didn't say anything and went into the bathroom, putting on my make-up. I knew I shouldn't want to know what that solution is, but I kind of did... When I was done I walked out and found Jack getting on his jacket.

"So, second to last day. What are we going to do?" I asked. He looked a little sad, which was weird because I always just thought he didn't have feelings. But it left from his face just as fast as it appeared.

"Well I was just thinking of going into town." I froze a little, "T-Town?" I asked. He laughed, "What, afraid you'll see someone you know? Embarrassed to be seen with me?"

Well, I mean what would people think? Almost everyone knew him, and even though I wasn't well known, I had gotten to know a lot of people from working in a club and also I was quite popular in high school. I could know someone and what would they say?

"Umm, well, I mean that's not exactly it.. But, I have cuffs on, I'm in a dress and have half the bruises showing, what will happen if I do know someone?"

He wrapped me in his arms; it was so weird, him being a little sweet to me. "What have I told you about people? They won't look at you when you're with me."

My eyes went wide, "You aren't going to punch someone!" I told him. He laughed, "I'm not stupid," He said and I breathed out in relief.

"Well, just be thankful that I didn't chain those cuffs behind your back like I was planning due to your stunt in the shower, because then you would really be embarrassed to go outside."

I choked a little and was going to say something but he just directed me out the door, passed the room full of people, through the Casino, and then out into the bright sun. Maybe I shouldn't be so mouthy around him...