My stomach growled waking me from my fitful sleep. I pushed myself into a fetal position with my arms wrapped around my legs with my head resting on them. There are no windows in my hell so I have no idea how long I have been down here.
"Good morning sleeping beauty." His seductive voice alerts me to his presence. My head snaps in his direction to find him smirking at me leaning on the other side of my cell. Alex was around six feet tall. He was muscular and well defined. He was pale with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes when he was calm that would turn jet black the instant he was pissed or hungry. Today he was wearing a black t shirt and a pair of blue jeans with his favourite black DC shoes.
His eyes hungrily roamed my naked body before settling on my face. He unlocked the cell and walked towards me slowly, like a predator cornering its prey. He had me backed into a corner and I began to fear what he would do to me.
He leaned into me and inhaled deeply.
"Lovely," he purred.
Then he grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me from my cell. He pulled me over to another door in the basement that I had not noticed before. He turned and grinned at me before dragging me inside and locking the door behind him. It was a small room even colder than the rest of the dungeon with a set of chains on the floor and hooks on the ceiling, walls, and one corner of the floor.
Alex pulled out a chair and pulled me across him so I was lying face down across him. I knew what he was going to do before he did it. He pulled his hand back and struck my ass with such force, I couldn't prevent the strangled cry from escaping my lips. I could feel him smile with satisfaction at my anguished cries as he continued to beat me.
"How does it feel love?" He taunted me. I continued to sob without answering.
"Well if you refuse to answer me, I will have no choice but to continue."
"No! Please, no more!" I sobbed. He laughed at my pain.
"Well then tell me love how does it feel?"
"It hurts, it's humiliating, and terrifying, please just let me go!" He chuckled.
"Love, we're just getting started."
He picked me up and snapped the shackles onto my wrists and attached the chain to one of the hooks on the ceiling so my toes just grazed the ground. He grabbed my face in his hands and smiled revealing his fangs making me pale. He laughed and licked my neck before releasing me. He walked over to the corner of the room and grabbed a whip. He took slow deliberate steps in my direction holding the whip in front of him searching my face for my reaction. My eyes widened as I realized the pain I was going to endure. He circled me then lashed out. The whip continued to caress my exposed body and I could feel the blood running from my wounds. I began to drift out of consciousness as he stopped and bent down to lick the blood from my body. Then I passed out.
I awoke in the dark still hanging from the ceiling by the shackles. I could feel the dried blood clinging to my stiff body. My stomach growled scaring me. Then the light came on and I was blinded momentarily. I was looking at the door awaiting his arrival. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally emerged dressed in fresh clothing. My stomach growled again and he laughed.
"Do you think you deserve food Mia?" He asked me.
I felt like it was a trick question, with the answer deciding my fate. I chose to swallow my pride. I pulled my head up and my eyes met his.
"No sir," I replied in a hoarse voice.
"Have you learned the error of your ways?"
"Yes sir."
"Do you promise to obey me now love?"
"Yes sir."
"You know, somehow Mia I still do not believe you. Perhaps I should see this beast Mandy I purchased for you…"
"No sir! Please! I'm begging you! I'll do whatever you say I will obey you I swear!" Fresh ears streaked down my face in a panic.
"Now that's a better reaction love. It's sad that's all it took to break you."
I hung my head in shame as my stomach cried for food again. He unclasped my shackles and caught me before I fell onto the concrete. I began to shiver from the cold and he pulled me closer to his body.
"There there Mia, it's a good thing you have such a wonderful forgiving husband like me." He said as we walked out of the room into the basement before heading up the stairs.
Alex carried me into our ensuite bathroom and drew a boiling hot bath for me. He lowered my helpless body slowly into the burning water. My eyes filled with tears realizing that he was not done punishing me. He left me in the tub knowing I was too weak to move and walked out of the room.
He emerged moments later picking me up from the tub and drying me off with a towel. He carried me into the bedroom and tucked my naked body under the covers. He sat down beside me and I cringed.
"Here I made you some soup while you were in the bath. I will feed it to you."
I couldn't help but feel helpless depending on him for everything.
When the soup was finished he put it on a table and I could feel my strength returning.
He leaned over and began kissing me gently at first then forcefully when he realized I was not kissing him back.
"Mia," he growled in warning.
I began to kiss him back slowly and he forced himself into my mouth. He broke the kiss to rip the covers off of me exposing my body once again. He traced my healing wounds as I stiffened. He began removing his clothes and lay next to me. He rolled on top of me with a grin on his face. He positioned himself so he could enter me and he did so slowly, teasing me. I moaned against him as he slowly pulled the tip in and out. He smirked with satisfaction and I hated myself for feeling this way. He continued to tease me till I thought I would reach my peak then he pulled out. I let out a startled cry at the emptiness.
"Tell me Mia, do you want me?" He asked.
"Yes sir," I replied breathlessly.
"Do you feel helpless without me? Do you need me to complete you?"
I bit back the shame and answered, "yes sir."
That was all he needed before he plunged into me.