Sadist vs. Masochist

Chapter 8

*Pipper's POV*

I wasn't sure what to feel at this moment. To him this wasn't being a slave, but to me it is. In ways, I didn't mind being one. But being cooped up inside everyday, I'm going to be insane by the end of the week.

"When will I be able to go outside," I ask.

"You'll be able to go into the backyard and anywhere else when I am with you," he replies. His answer satisfies my pondering.

After the long day we've had, we both crawl into bed and fall deeply into sleep together.

After 10 hours of slumber, I wake up. Something is around my neck, it's tight enough to be snug, but not tight enough to choke me.

"Isiah," I yell. He isn't in the room with me, but I can hear foot steps on the wood floors down the hall. I get up slowly, my head is pounding already. I meet his strong body with my cold hands, his back arches.

"What do you want," he snaps.

"What the hell is this around my neck?"

"A collar. You're mine, and others need to know that," his voice is rough like his words.

"You can not just collar me. Why didn't you talk to me about this, I would have consented anyways," I say.

"You're right, I should've talked to you about it first. You were just laying there though and I don't ever want to see anyone else touch you or love you. You're mine," his words cause a smile to curl around my face.

"Thank you," I say quietly. After walking away, I go into the kitchen. Cereal is always the best go to. Not even being able to grab the cereal box, I feel his hands grab my waist.

His hands scan my waist up to my boobs. He grabs them and squeezes tightly. My body is turned around where I find a pink leash trimmed in pink lace. He hooks it onto my collar and flips me around again.

I lean over the counter, his hand spanks my ass and I let out a little cry. He begins thrusting into me, not fast though. But deep and hard, almost to prove his point.

"Tell daddy who owns you little one. Tell daddy now," his voice is raspy.

"You do daddy. You own me," the words come out almost as moans.

"Good girl princess," he goes harder after saying this. His hand consistently grabbing my ass and hitting it. He is holding my leash in his other hand, pulling up on it. He cums inside me with no condom on.

"Isiah, Isiah you came inside me. You don't have a condom on!"

He turns me around and a smile is on his face, "I know." He then kisses my forehead and walks away. He wants a kid, this is amazing. I've been nagging him for one since we were 18.

"Can we go get pregnancy tests," I ask as he walks away.

"In about 30 minutes, I'm going to shower," he replies back.

My heart pounds, what if I am? What about his brother? There's so many things going on right now.

I go and lay down on our bed. Turning on my phone, I receive a text saying.

"So you're pregnant now. How much more fun for me."

The number is a random number, but same area code. Isiah gets out of the shower 20 minutes later.

"I got a text from a random number," I tell him. "It says that's I'm pregnant now and it'll be more fun for them."

"We need to leave now, Pipper."

Our hands move quick as we fill our suit cases and bags full of our clothes and important things. We fill the car with our stuff and leave.

We get around 35 minutes out of the city, "Can we stop for pregnancy tests real quick," I ask with high hopes.