"Don't waver."

I kneel on the tiled floor with my arms behind me and my back straight as I command my body not to falter.

And I've been holding it for a good twenty minutes now. Although it's a guess, because I can't see anything in the surrounding darkness, and haven't been afforded a way to tell time since I arrived here.

Where is here? Fuck if I know.

Either way, every minute feels like forever, and numbness in my knees is fast approaching. But I can't move; won't move. He has to find me this way, or there are consequences. I wish I could say I'm afraid of them, but I can't. I've never experienced them because I've done everything asked of me since the beginning. I didn't fight.

Not that I didn't want to fight; I just knew there was no point.

And I suppose I'm afraid to find out what the consequences are exactly, which is why I won't move even as the tingling in my heels amplifies. I bite my lip to keep from making any noise in reaction to the feelings, and hope he arrives soon, as I was told he would when informed I should prepare for his visit.

Lost in thought, the touch of his hand on my shoulder makes me jump, wobbling for a moment in my stance before using all my willpower to make sure I don't fall, and I hear him chuckle.

"Good boy," he says, his hand trailing up my neck to the top of my head, before flattening his palm against the top and sliding it down my hair. "I've kept you waiting and you've done exactly as you should."

"Yes, Master."

"You may sit down and relax. I know your feet must be numb."

"Yes, Master." I suck in a breath as I move to sit down, but swallow my cry of discomfort as my feet and legs instantly burst back to life, pins and needles shooting through every inch. "Thank you, Master."

The tile is cold on my ass, but damn does it feel good. And once I'm comfortable, I slide my hands back behind me and clasp them together, as I know he expects.

"Master?"

My voice is meek, and I wince because I know he likes it when I'm strong, but I've never asked him a question without being prompted first. I don't know why I chose now to do it.

"Have I given you permission to speak, Ianto?"

"N-no, Master. Sorry, Master." My tongue feels heavy in my mouth as I swallow, knowing he's walking toward me even as I apologize, and hoping I'm not about to find out what the punishments are.

He stops in front of me, the soft fabric of his pants brushing the left side of my face with how close he is. "Are you able to stand?"

I know it's not a question he wants an answer to. He wants me to rise, and so without using my hands, I get on my knees before rising to my feet, continuing to face the same way.

"It's been a few hours, Ianto, hasn't it? I've neglected you."

"No, Master," I respond in an instant, knowing the correct response by heart. "I'm happy with any attention you wish to give — or not give —me, Master."

He moves behind me, and when his hand comes up to move my robe to one side, I let out a sigh of contentment and relief. His hands slide down my arms, and when they reach my waist, one moves around my side until he's wrapped it around me. Stepping close, I feel his cock through his pants, resting in the crack of my arse.

My body responds to his touch, no effort necessary. His mere presence is now enough to send my body into full-blown sex mode. My nipples tighten on their own, my dick hard and ready without even being touched, eager to take him inside and be fucked raw. Hard and fast, or however he wants it. I'm his slut and nothing more.

"You're gorgeous, Ianto. So fucking gorgeous." He removes his hands, and while I make sure to keep our bodies touching, I feel his hands between our bodies. The sound of him unbuckling his belt makes me want to moan, a desire I repress as I hear it slipping through the hoops, followed by him slapping it against his legs.

He doesn't speak, but before I know what he's doing, he steps away and the belt hits me on the upper thighs.

I'm unable to stop the howl of pain and surprise, because this is the first time he's ever hit me with the belt, and I'm not sure why he's doing it. I can't even move because I don't know where I can go in this room, and I keep my hands behind my back while standing in the position he left me in.

I'm cut off with another hit of the belt, and my howl is louder this time as I dance on my feet, another hit coming before I can even recover. Tears spring to my eyes, soon trailing down my cheeks as he hits me over and over again, moving the belt up and down from my thighs to my ass and back again. I dance in place, knowing if I move from my spot it will probably get worse.

"Please, Master," I wail. "Please, stop."

"Are you telling me what to do?" He raises his voice, and I know I've shocked him with my disobedience, which he confirms by hitting me again. Really hard. "I know you're not telling me what to do, Ianto."

"I—I don't understand," I sob through my tears, stilling my movements even as my shoulders shake, my whole back side burning and tingling. "W-why are you mad at me, Master?"

I hear the belt drop to the floor in response, the buckle clinking against it, seconds before Master's hand wraps in my hair and guides me over to the bed.

"Bend over," he bites out as he releases me, his clothes rustling behind me as I do what he says, placing my left cheek against the mattress as taught while keeping my hands behind my back. "Hands above your head."

He smacks my arse and I stiffen, jarred out of my thoughts once more, as he puts his hand in my hair once again. Tugging it back, I lift my head even as I force my body to stay put as he desires, and a whimper of mixed pleasure and pain escapes.

"I'm going to fuck you right now, Ianto. You want my cock pounding your arse, don't you?"

"Yes, Master." I lick my dry lips, the very idea of him fucking me making my arse clench with anticipation. "I want you to fuck me any way you like, Master."

"I always fuck you any way I like. And you like being my slut as much as I like you as my slut, yes?"

"Yes, Master." My words emerge on a sob of desires as he slides his cock up and down between arse cheeks, and I move my arse in an encouraging manner, trying to get him to give me what we both want. "I'm your slut, Master, and I love your cock."

With no further warning, he rams his cock into my arse, all the way, and I'm grasping the sheets in my fists. My moan is loud as I feel every inch of him. He fills me and stretches me and pushes me to my limits with his cock alone.

He pounds into me, yanking harder and harder on my hair until my neck is burning with the stretching sensation, my nipples rubbing against the sheets underneath me in a way that has pleasure skipping through me at a rapid pace, and my cries grow louder and louder. "Oh god. Oh god Master, please may I come?"

"Don't you fucking dare, Ianto. You know you're not allowed."

"Please, Master," I beg, desperate to let go around him while he's inside me, so desperate I clench my arse muscles around him as I sob harder. "Please let me come."

He doesn't answer me. Instead, he leans over my body, covering my back as he slowly releases my hair. I know better than to move though; I keep my head in place where he last held it and he buries himself to the hilt before stopping his movements.

His hand slips around my throat, sliding his fingers to caress under my chin before following the path down to my collar, and sliding his hand around until he's gripping the back.

I whimper as he draws it toward him, until it's digging into the front of my throat, partially blocking my airway, and all I can focus on is the blood throbbing there. I can't move as he's holding me hostage, restricting my breathing enough to make me feel it, but not hurting me, and withdraws his cock to the edge before plunging back in with such force as to make me gasp. I'm starting to feel lightheaded, his cock relentless, and when he speaks I have to force myself to pay attention even as he fucks me with no mercy.

"I know you touch yourself when I'm not around, Ianto. But you never get off do you?"

"No, Master." My words are a whisper, the haziness in my mind taking over more and more, but I know I have to keep answering him no matter how I feel. "Why, Ianto? Why don't you get yourself off?"

"Because you told me not to, Master."

"Such a good listener." His voice is steady and I wonder how he can fuck me like he does, but never sound out of breath. "Such a good fucking slut. Do you think you deserve a reward for being such a great slut, Ianto?"

I know he values my honesty, so I answer as I have to. "N-no, Master. I only deserve what you think I deserve, Master."

He groans, releasing his hold on the collar, and I suck in a breath of desperate air as he grabs my hips and fucks me even faster. Then, one hand slips around and down between my legs, and I cry out the moment he touches my dick. He plays with it equal in pace to his fucking, and I am barely able to gasp out the appropriate request, but I do it.

"May I come for you, Master? I want to come."

"Fuck, yes. Come for me, now."

It's easy to do as he says on his command, because I'm hovering on the edge, and I fall off with his strong stroke. My arse clenches around him, my long moan of pleasure spilling out my lips, as my orgasm rips through every fucking inch of my body and has me shaking.

He moans, long and loud as he grips me tight, his release following mine close. He collapses on top of me, but he doesn't touch and caress me like he did before.

After a few moments, he moves away, leaving me bereft of his touch and warmth. I lower my head and body to the bed, seeking something, anything to comfort me.

And I don't know what it is that makes me so sure, but I know this is the end, and since it is, I speak freely.

"Why?"

It's all I ask, but I know he knows what I want. The rustling of him putting on his clothes stops and he walks close, resting one hand on the small of my back with sigh.

I wait, relishing in the little bit of connection I get from his touch.

"You're mine to keep," he says in a whisper, his hand sliding up my back and down again until it rests on the small of it once again. "Mine."

Within seconds, he's gone from the room, leaving me to sob into a pillow, releasing all the emotions I'm not sure I'll ever be able to define.

Will Jack ever forgive me for Lisa?