Chapter 11 The first sign of Ownership

The next time when I open my eyes, my hands are free and Derek is nowhere to be found. I let out a sigh and quickly climb out of his bed. Noticing that quick movements wont be a good idea in the immidiate future for a while, seeing as my body still feels like someone ran it over with a car I make my way to my room and gingerly sit down at my computer, turning it on to start my research about the woman who created a monster like Derek.

I start it up and type in her name Abigail Venturi. There's almost nothing remarkable about that woman popping out. Sure Dereks face comes up a few times, alongside some Hockey story but nothing, really nothing about the woman herself. Damn it, I'll have to try'n get my information from elsewhere. A woman just cant vanish into thin air without leaving traces. And why does Derek treat Edwin the way he does, could that mean that Edwin is not his blood-brother? But that would bring up the question about why Marti is his blood sibling... Did the Venturi Mother abandon her son, only to come back and abandon her daughter too? What kind of cruel mother does that? And what the heck really went down in this family?'

I had been too preoocupied in my thoughts to hear the my door open, so I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt his hot breath ghost across my neck. Immidiatly I deleted my search engine, scared of what might happen if he found out I was snooping into his childhood. I felt his hands on my waist, his teeth on my neck, biting, leaving a mark and I squirmed in my seat, my face flaming. "W..what do you want Derek?" my voice is small, barely above a whisper but I am aware that he can hear it because I feel his teeth smirk against me before continuing to bite and lick and leave burning traces in their wake. "Maybe, I just wanted to have a taste of you, Case..." His voice is deceptive, as he spinns me around in my chair, his hand immidiatly going to my jeans and undoing the button and zipper in a swift motion. He growls against my skin "Do you have to wear the damn things at home too?" He asks, referring to my jeans and I smirk slightly in triumph. "Why, yes Derek I do...they make this harder for you..." I say simply, the grin dying on my lips as his fingers make their way into my panties, roughly starting to rub my clit. "Unghh" I groan out as I feel his fingers expertly move. My body going helpless under his touch and I loathe the expression of glee on his face.

"I want something today, Casey" He says, his voice leaving no room for discussion as his fingers continue their game on my clit, moving dipping closer to my center, but never quiet reaching it, driving me insane... "W...what do you want Derek?" My voice is a gasp, my face is flushed, my eyes are dark as I look up into his amber eyes full of darkness and dominance. I swallow, knowing this game is about control... He grins, showing off his pearly whites and his face is filled with triumph. "I want to feel your pretty little lips..." He licks his own as he says this. He's not voicing a plea, no its a demand. I stare into his eyes my own eyes wide as I shake my head slowly and I feel him extract his hand from my panties and I hear the telltale clinck of the cuffs, before I can react or realize what he's done with them I feel their heavy weight on my wrists. I look down, shaking myself a bit from the daze. "Looks like you don't have much choice, do you Princess" He grinns down at me. A look of pure gleefullness and dominance on his features. I gulp as I look down at both my hands cuffed neatly to both arms of the chair. "I could still bite it off, Derek" I say calmly. He looks down at me his fingers in my hair, pulling my head up so I look into his eyes. "We both know you wouldn't dare that... Besides, you crave it, dont you?" He asks his finger venturing into my wet panties again. "Your dripping for it..." He answers his own question. "You know what you have to do, to get it, Casey. So stop making me wait and be a good girl" He adds and I watch as he unbuckles and unzipps his pants, looming over me like an angry god. I stare up into his eyes, seeing them burn I gulp.

"Please Derek..." I beg, squeezing my eyes shut. He yanks on my hair "Don't close those eyes, Casey" Its an order and my eyes fly open. "Look at me while you beg.." He says looking down at me, relishing his power, his control, his dominance over me.'So thats what he wants...hearing me beg´ I think for a split second, before I see him pulling his pants down alongside his boxers and watching him freeing himself from his pants. My eyes are instantly glues to his groin and the burning need between my legs instensifies if possible. I squeal out "Please fuck me Derek..." I plead and move my arms against the cuffs. "No..no...sweety...its not that easy" He says, his fingers back in my hair, raising my eyes to meet his. "If you want something, you gotta work for it, Casey" He explains, as if he was talking to a child. "W...work for it?" I ask dumbfounded for a split second, before I realize what he must want... He sees the realization on my face "There we go...Now we're talking on the same ground, Sweety" The term of endearment, is just to show me my place...as if I was nothing but a commom whore he came to for his pleasure... I shake my head trying to ignore the burning in my groin. "Tsk, tsk..." Derek tsks, "Still so stubborn aren't we" He asks grinning and brings his mouth down on mine. I expected a cruel war of our tongues but I was mistaken, this kiss was...if I dare say it somewhat sweet. The way he'd only kissed the bimbos he had truly "liked" somewhere in his mind.

"Now...you be a good girl and do this for me today." His face is dark his expression unreadable because there's a new emotion on that face. 'He looks sad...' The thought is there suddenly unbidden in my head and I mentally see a picture of young Derek I just looked at on my computer screen and remember the forelorn expression on his face even though he was surrounded by hockeymates and sporting a trophy and grin on his lips. I stare up at him opening my mouth slowly. The triumphant grin is instantly back on his features as he pushes himself into my mouth. Tentatively I suck my eyes wide open and watching the expressions on his face change. He looked so...happy.. And relaxed; soon he I could taste his salty cum in my mouth and just as I was about to spit out he bought up a hand to hold my mouth closed. „You know what they say about good girls, Casey don't you? Good girls always swallow...and who knows I might even have a gift for you if you do..." He grins down at me holding my mouth firlmy closed with his hand and grabs my nose so that I indeed don't have any other choice but to swallow his saltyness. „See, there we go...that's a good girl...You'll be perfect once I'm done with you." He pets my head like I'm some kind of animal and the urge to bite it off once again makes me lean forewards. „If take these off will you stay?" He asks pointing down to the handcuffs and I nodd slowly confused. He pets my head again before taking them off my arms „You're mine it's time you learn what that means." he mumbles as he leaves the room. I look after him completely thrown off track... 'Did he just say I was his? His what? His plaything?' I am confused but I curl up in my chair doing as I'm told and staying exactly where he'd demanded.'

He opens the door again and there's a smile on his face, not one of the Marti smiles, but a gleefull smile like little kids get them when they get candy or toys to play with. He has one hand hidden behind his back and comes closer to me. I look up at him through my piercing blue eyes. „You are mine." He says once he's standing right infront of me. I nodd slowly not daring to anger him after what just happened. „Say the words." He demands. „I am yours Derek." I mumble. „My what Casey?" His voice is getting that annoyed tang to it. „I...I...don't know...What am I to you, Derek?" I ask. „You are mine Casey; Mine to do with as I please, mine to turn into what I please and right now I want you as my pet, as my kitten." He says with a devious grin on his lips making me gulp. „Look what I bought for my kitten!" He says and showes me what he was hiding behind his back. „You weren't happy anylonger beeing treated like a human were, you?" He asks rhethorically „Because you deceided to misbehave and show me I'd left you on a much too long leash...it's time I remedy my mistake." He holds out a blue collar to me with a bow and a bell like for an actual cat. I shake my head immidiatly. „Forget it Derek I am not your fucking pet!" I seethe at him all of the fear forgotten-momentarily. His hand is in in my hair faster than I can blink and pulling my head back by it. „Tss, tss, always such a smart mouth...we'll have to do something about that...Don't forget we still have a few days before they come back and for that time you will be treated as my pet; is that understood?" He barks at me looking down, my head still pulled back and my neck twisted at a painfull angle. „Please...no Derek..." I whimper. „You should be happy and thank me for my gift casey!" He says angrily and whith a few quick moves of his hands the collar is tied behind my neck with a bow. „There's something else, too." he says and I hear the soft click of a small padlock clicking in place on my neck as he fastenes the collar around it. Gleefully he playes with the bell now sitting at the center of my neck, making it chime. „You look so cute like this...You'll make a great kitten" He says, rubbing his hands together he showes me the key he wears on the chain with his silver O necklace around his neck. „This is your punishment Honeycakes. Get used to the chime, you're going to have to learn to live with it." He laughs a dark laugh as he leaves me room again making shivers run down my spine as I try to understand what the hell he just did. Instantly I pull and yank on the collar trying to free myself from it, which is no use seeing as its securely locked on my neck. I finally give up an look at the thing in the mirror. It has a big dark blue bow on the front with a smaller lightblue bow ont he inside. There's a blue bell on it and a Dogtag with the blue sign of a paw on it hanging from it too. I twist it around trying to read it. And sure as hell, he's had it engraved Kitten OWNED BY DMV. DMV? Derek Michael Venturi propably.

Yes people Keisha is back and I'm out to play...I'm going to turn this thing around make it a lot more interesting. Reviews are always welcome and thanks to all my readers who are still loyal to me and continue on reading my story. LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCHHHH