Sadist vs. Masochist

Chapter 1

*Pipper POV*

It was getting close to 6 p.m. The sun had kissed the mountains and fell behind them.  Where was Isiah? Yesterday he mentioned to me that an old coworker of his was meeting him tonight.

My mind wandered to many different ideas of the such. Without even jumping, the door sprang open. Two men had picked the lock. There footsteps were heavy, I laid silently on the couch where I prayed I was invisible to them.

"Get the fuck out of here now," Isiah yelled in a voice that hasn't ever came out of him before. The men turned around without saying a word.
Isiah pierced there souls as they scurried out.

It was strange seeing them just bow down to him like that.

"Pipper, Pipper where are you?" His voice growing more with worry rather than anger.

"Babe," is all I said as my voice trailed off at the end.

"You're okay," he looked up and ran to pick me up. Latching onto his neck, feeling the shaved hair start to grow back, I hugged him. My eyes began to release tears.

"I'm here. It's okay," he assured me. Letting me down, he turned around to go lock the door. The door slammed shut as I heard him lock both locks and the window on it.

Grabbing my hand, his calluses became apparent. The rough skin rubbed against mine, as he lead me to the large shower. Turning it on with his other hand, the water began spraying with force.

"Let's get these clothes off of you honey," he spoke. His hands followed those actions. My shirt came off first along with my loose ripped jeans. My bra was unclipped, allowing the air to brush against my boobs. Isiah's smirk said none the other than good. My panties were next. His finger tracing the lace as it patterned all around it.

Pulling his shirt up revealed his broad chest and shoulders. The slacks that were held up with a belt, became buckled and slid out from the pants. They dropped revealing only his compressions. Which showed a bulge growing in them. I ran my cold finger tips along the brim of his waist line just before sliding them off him.

Both of us stepping into the shower, his lips met mine with passion. The shower water was warm, and felt good along my goosebumps. He poured soap in my hair and I did the same back.

My finger made my way inside of me, the moans giving me away. His dark eyes met with mine. I swiftly turned and threw the shower curtain open. My feet moved quicker than my mind. Running, I hid behind the grey island that was built in the center of the kitchen. His footsteps heavy and slow.

"Princess come out please," his voice was soft. The voice had found me and he reached his arms out for a hug.

Hesitating at first, my arms reached up to meet with his. "I-I'm sorry daddy," I said. He threw my fragile body over his shoulder. The sensation of stinging smothered my ass. The spankings came faster and faster, the pain growing deeper and stronger. You'd think after going through this so many times I'd learn my lesson, I wish. It bruises me every time and I have to carry my little pillow around everywhere to cease the pain of simple sitting.

"Is your lesson learned little cum slut," Isaiah asks me with his eyes darker than black. His stern voice just makes me want to cum all over again.

Smiling I respond, "Yes, Daddy."

He lifts me up from his knee and gives me a long kiss upon my forehead. He directs me to grab the relieving gel. Bending me over again, rubbing it all across the bright red skin.

"Put your comfy clothes on and make us big bowls of your favorite cereal sweetie," his lips curl as the words escape his mouth.

My knee's are trembling as his grey boxers slide up my cold bare legs. I pour the cereal and the milk tossing a spoon in each. Isaiah walks out and his shoulders are always the first thing to be noticed. I throw a piece of cereal at him, he runs towards me and throws me over his shoulder while tickling me. The couch is my cushioning as he lays me down.

"We need to talk, honey."

"What is it," I ask.

"Recently at work we've redone our offices and as the head of the floor I had them put in a separate room for us, so tomorrow you're coming to work with me and sucking on my dick under my desk."

"I'll be ready in the morning honey," eagerly I respond.

Hours go by of cuddling and jokes when my half asleep body is picked up bridal style by Isaiah, the blankets cover my body along with his body which keeps me the warmest.

*Isaiah's POV*

So innocent and obedient she is, such a good little girl. Maybe I should reward my baby girl. I move down her crisp body and get to her clit. I lightly bite it to give her a slight tingle, gripping her thigh make's her tight little pussy soaked. My tongue makes it way in her, cleaning up the mess I started between her legs. Her hips start moving up and a moan escapes her lips.

"Is my little kitten awake now?'

"Mhm," is all she manages to speak with. I stand up gripping her throat leaving hand marks. Pulling her hips up to my hard dick, she covers her face with a pillow.

"Grab a gag and a blindfold now," I speak to my little slave. Looking me in the eyes, Pipper still manages to keep my heart warm, but that doesn't change my sadist ways to her. Laying her down on the bed, tying her wrists to her ankles on both sides, she is helpless.

Whimpering fills the room, I let her sit there with the vibrator sitting on her clit. She moves all that is possible. I take off the gag, hearing her moan in pleasure and pain.

Moaning she slips in, "D-daddy may I cum?"

"Do not cum, or you will be punished and corrected for your mistakes." Knowing Pipper she won't listen, she enjoys the pain I cause her.

"I couldn't help it daddy, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me," she winces as she knows her mistakes.

After grabbing the crop, I untie her. She gets on all fours with her knees to her chest. I walk around her, making the anticipation increase. Lightly touching her back with the crop, then hitting it against her ass. Not with all my strength, just enough to hurt her.
"Turn onto your back now," I order her.