Chapter 14
Lisa comes back in the middle of the night. I must've been sleeping lightly because I wake up as soon as I hear the quiet murmur of conversation downstairs. And I have a strong suspicion I know what they're talking about.
I sit up in bed, my heart galloping in my chest. Getting up, I quickly pull on yesterday's clothes and run to the bathroom to freshen up. I don't know why I care about brushing teeth right now, but I do. I want to be as awake and prepared as possible for whatever Lisa decides to do to me.
Then I just sit on the bed and wait.
Finally, the door to my room opens and Lisa walks in. She looks unusually tired, with dark shadows under her eyes. These flaws should've diminished her beauty, but they only humanize her a bit, somehow enhancing her attractiveness.
"You're awake." She sounds surprised.
"I heard voices," I explain, watching her warily.
"And you decided to greet me. How nice of you, my pet."
I know she's mocking me, so I don't say anything, just continue looking at her. My palms are sweating, but I'm doing my best to project a calm demeanor.
She sits down on the bed next to me and lifts her hand to touch my hair. "Such a sweet pet," she murmurs, lifting a thick strand and playfully tickling my cheek with it. "Such a curious little kitten . . ."
I swallow, my breathing fast and shallow. What is she going to do to me?
She gets up and starts to undress while I watch her, frozen in place by a mixture of fear and strange anticipation. Her clothes come off, revealing her toned body underneath, and I feel a wave of desire rolling through me, heating up my core.
I want her. Despite everything, I want her, and that's the most screwed-up thing of all. She's probably going to do something awful to me, but I still want her more than I could've ever imagined wanting anyone.
In for a penny, in for a pound. "Did you do this to Ruby?" I ask quietly. "Did you also keep her as your pet?"
She looks at me. "Are you sure you want to go there, Jennie?" Her voice is soft, deceptively calm.
I stare at her, feeling uncharacteristically reckless. "Why, yes, Lisa, I do." My tone is bitterly sarcastic, and I realize that part of my boldness stems from jealousy, that I hate the idea of this Ruby being special to Lisa. But even that realization is not enough to stop me. "Who is she? Some other girl you abused?"
Her expression darkens, and I hold my breath, waiting to see what she would do now. In a way, I want to provoke her. I want her to punish me, to hurt me. I want it because I need her to be nothing more than a monster—because I need to hate her for the sake of my sanity.
She walks over and sits down on the bed next to me. I fight the urge to flinch when she reaches for me and wraps her fingers around my neck. Gripping my throat, she leans over and brushes her cheek against mine, back and forth, as though enjoying the soft texture of my skin. Her fingers don't squeeze, but the threat is there, and I can feel myself shaking, my breathing speeding up in terrified anticipation.
She chuckles softly, and I feel the gust of air against my ear. Despite her weary appearance, her breath is fresh and sweet, as though she had just been chewing gum. I close my eyes, trying to convince myself that Lisa wouldn't really kill me, that she's just toying with me right now.
She kisses my ear, nibbling lightly on my earlobe. Her touch in that sensitive area sends pleasurable chills down my spine, and my breathing changes again, becomes slower and deeper as I get more aroused. I can smell the warm scent of her skin, and my nipples tighten, reacting to her nearness. The ache between my thighs is growing, and I squirm a little, trying to relieve the pressure building inside me.
"You want me, don't you?" she whispers in my ear, slipping her hand under the skirt of my dress and lightly stroking my sex. I know she can feel the moisture there, and I suppress a moan as one long finger pushes inside me, rubbing against my slick inner wall. "Don't you, Jennie?"
"Yes." I gasp as she touches a particularly sensitive spot.
"Yes, what?" Her voice is harsh, demanding. She wants my complete surrender.
"Yes, I want you," I admit in a broken whisper. I can't deny it any longer. I want Lisa. I want the woman who kidnapped me, who hurt me. I want her, and I hate myself for it.
She withdraws her finger then and lets go of my throat. Startled, I open my eyes and meet her gaze. She lifts her hand to my face, pressing her finger against my lips. It's the same finger that was just inside me. "Suck it," she orders, and I obediently open my mouth, sucking the finger in. I can taste myself, my own desire, and it makes me even more turned on.
When she's satisfied that the finger is clean, she removes it from my mouth, grasping my chin with her hand instead, forcing me to meet her gaze. I stare up at her, mesmerized by the dark green striations in her irises. My body is throbbing with need, desperately craving her possession. I want her to take me, to fill the aching emptiness within.
But all she does is look at me, a mocking half-smile playing on her beautiful lips. "You think I'm going to punish you tonight, Jennie?" she asks softly. "Is that what you're expecting me to do?"
I blink, startled by the question. Of course I expect her to do that. I did something that upset her, and she's not shy about hurting me when I'm on my best behavior.
Apparently reading the answer on my face, she smiles wider. "Well, sorry to disappoint you, my pet, but I'm far too exhausted to do your punishment justice tonight. All I want right now is your mouth." And with that, she fists her hand in my hair and pushes me down, so that I'm kneeling between her legs, her erection at my eye level.
"Suck it," she murmurs, looking down at me. "Just like you did my finger."
I'm no stranger to blow-jobs, having given quite a few to my ex-boyfriend, so I know what to do. I close my lips around the thick column of her shaft and swirl my tongue around the tip. She tastes a little salty, a little musky, and I look up, watching her face as I cup her balls in my hand and squeeze them lightly. She groans, her eyes closing and her hand tightening in my hair, and I continue, moving my mouth up and down on her cock, swallowing her deeper every time.
For some reason, I don't mind pleasuring her this way. In fact, I find it strangely enjoyable. Even though it's an illusion, I feel like she's at my mercy at the moment, that I am the one who has the power right now. I love the helpless groans that escape her throat as I use my hands, my lips, and my tongue to bring her to the very brink of orgasm before slowing down. I love the agonized expression on her face when I take her balls into my mouth and suck on them, feeling them tightening in my mouth. I love the way she shudders when I lightly scrape my fingernails on the underside of her balls, and when she finally explodes, I love the way she grabs my head, holding me in place as she comes, her cock pulsing and throbbing in my mouth.
When she releases me, I lick my lips, cleaning off the traces of semen while looking up at her the whole time.
She stares down at me, still breathing heavily. "That was good, Jennie." Her voice is low and raspy. "Very good. Who taught you to do that?"
I shrug. "It's not like I was a nun before I met you," I say without thinking.
Her eyes narrow, and I realize that I just made a mistake. This is a woman who seems to revel in the fact that she was my first, who likes the idea that I belong to her and only to her. Any references to ex-boyfriends are best kept to myself.
To my relief, she doesn't seem inclined to punish me for this transgression either. Instead, she pulls me up, back onto the bed. Then she undresses me, turns off the light, and puts her arm around me, holding me close as she drifts off to sleep.
My punishment doesn't take place until the following night. Lisa again spends the day in her office, and I don't see her until dinnertime.
For some reason, I'm not as frightened as I was before. The little interlude last night—and sleeping in Lisa's arms afterwards—soothed my anxiety, making me think the punishment won't be as bad as I'd initially feared. She didn't seem particularly angry that I'd found out about Ruby, which is a big relief. I hope she'll forgo punishing me altogether, particularly if I do my best to behave today.
The three of us have dinner again, and I listen to Lisa and Sorn discussing the latest developments in the Middle East. It surprises me how well informed both of them seem to be about the topic. Before my kidnapping, I was pretty good about following current events, but I've never heard most of the politicians' names they're mentioning. Then again, if Lisa really does run an international import-export company, then it makes sense for her to have her finger on the pulse of world politics.
My curiosity gets the best of me again, and I ask if Lisa's company does a lot of business in the Middle East.
She smiles at me as she spears a piece of shrimp with her fork. "Yes, my pet, it does."
"Is that where you went on this trip?"
"No," she says, biting into the juicy shrimp. "I was in Hong Kong this time."
I make a mental note of that. Hong Kong had to be close enough to the island for her to fly there, conduct her business, and fly back—all within two days. I picture a map of the Pacific Ocean in my head. It's a bit fuzzy, as geography is not my strong point, but I think this island must not be that far from the Philippines.
Sorn offers me some curried potatoes to go with my shrimp, and I take them, thanking her with a smile. I've noticed that we get more food variety shortly after Lisa comes back from the mainland. I'm guessing she brings us food supplies from wherever she goes to.
Sorn smiles back at me, and I see that she's in a good mood. In general, she seems happier when Lisa is here, more lighthearted. I'm sure it's not fun for her, dealing with my attitude all the time. One could almost feel bad for her—'almost' being the key word.
"I've never been to Asia," I tell Lisa. "Is Hong Kong really how they show it in movies?"
Lisa grins at me. "Pretty much. It's amazing. Probably one of my favorite cities. The architecture is fascinating, and the food . . ." He makes a show of licking her lips. "The food is just to die for." She rubs her belly, and I laugh, charmed despite myself.
The rest of the dinner passes in the same pleasant manner. Lisa tells me amusing stories about the different places she's been to in Asia, and I listen in fascination, occasionally gasping and laughing at some of the more outrageous tales. Sorn sometimes chimes in, but for the most part, it's as though it's just Lisa and me, having fun on a date.
Like that time when we had dinner alone, I find myself falling under Lisa's spell. She's more than charming; she's simply mesmerizing. Her allure goes beyond her looks, although I can't deny the physical attraction between us. When she laughs or gives me one of her genuine smiles, I feel a warm glow, like she's the sun and I'm basking in her rays. Everything about her appeals to me—the way she talks, how she gestures to emphasize a point, the way her eyes crinkle at the corners when she grins at me. She's also an excellent storyteller, and three hours simply fly by as she entertains me with tales of her adventures in Japan, where she once lived for a year as a teenager.
I don't want this dinner to end, so I try to stretch it out as much as I can, helping myself to second, third, and fourth helpings of the fruit Sorn prepared as dessert. I'm sure Lisa is aware of my delaying tactics, but she doesn't seem to mind.
Finally, everything has been eaten, and Sorn gets up to wash the dishes. Lisa smiles at me, and for the first time this evening, I feel a flicker of fear. I can again sense that dark undercurrent in her smile, and I realize that it's been present all along—that it's always there with Lisa. The charming woman that I've just spent three hours with is about as real as a figment of my imagination.
Still smiling, she offers me her hand. It's a courtly gesture, but I can't help the chill that runs down my spine as I see a familiar gleam in her green eyes. She again looks like a dark angel, her sublime beauty tinted with a faint shadow of evil.
Swallowing to get rid of the sudden knot in my throat, I place my hand in her and let her lead me upstairs. It's better this way, more civilized. It allows me to pretend for a few moments longer—to hold on to the illusion of having a choice.
When we enter my room, she has me undress and lie down on the bed, on my stomach. Then she ties me up again, binding my wrists tightly behind my back. A blindfold goes over my eyes, and pillows under my hips. It's the exact same position in which she took me last time, and I can't help tensing as I remember the agony—and the ecstasy—of her possession.
Is that what she's going to do? Have anal sex with me again? If so, it's not that bad. I survived the last time, and I'm sure I'll be fine again.
So when I feel the coolness of lube between my cheeks, I try to relax, to let her do whatever she wants. A toy slides in, the invasion startling but not particularly painful. I can definitely tolerate it. As before, she leaves the toy inside me as she gives me a massage, relaxing me, arousing me with her touch. She kisses the back of my neck, nibbles on the sensitive spot near my shoulder, and then her mouth travels down my spine, kissing each vertebrae. At the same time, her finger slips into my vaginal opening, adding to the tension coiling low in my belly.
My release, when it comes, is so powerful that I buck against the mattress, my entire body shuddering and convulsing. While I'm recovering from the aftershocks, Lisa withdraws her finger, and I feel cool air on my back as she leans away from me for a second.
The lick of fire along my buttocks is as sharp as it is sudden. Startled, I cry out, trying to twist away, but I don't get far, and the second hit is even more painful than the first, landing on my thighs. She's whipping me with something, I realize. I don't know what it is, but I can hear the swish in the air as she brings it down on my defenseless ass, again and again while I sob and try to roll away.
Apparently tired of chasing me all over the bed, she unties my hands and then ties them above my head, securing my wrists to the wooden headboard.
"Lisa, please, I'm sorry!" I plead, desperate to make her stop. "Please, I'm sorry I was prying. Please, I won't do it again, I won't—"
"Of course you will, my pet," she whispers in my ear, her breath warm on my neck. "You're as curious as a little cat. But sometimes you should let things slide. For your own good, you understand?"
"Yes! Yes, I do. Please, Lisa—"
"Shh," she soothes, kissing my neck again. "You need to accept your punishment like a good girl." And with that, she pulls back again, leaving my back and buttocks exposed to her.
I try to scramble away, but he catches my legs, holding my ankles together with one hand. She's strong, far stronger than I could've imagined, because she's able to hold my flailing legs with just one arm while whipping me with the other.
I can hear the swishing sound her prop makes, and I can't help the screams that escape my throat each time it lands on my ass. My butt and thighs feel like they're on fire, and the blindfold is soaked with my tears. I want it to stop, I'm begging her to stop, but Lisa is immune to my pleas.
It seems to go on forever, until I'm too hoarse to scream and too exhausted to struggle. I can't even gather enough energy to keep my muscles tense, and somehow that seems to help the pain. I relax further, make my body go limp, and the pain becomes more manageable, each lash feeling less like a bite and more like a stroke.
As the whipping proceeds, my world seems to narrow until nothing exists outside of the present moment. I'm not thinking anymore; I'm simply feeling, simply being. There's something surreal, yet incredibly addictive in the experience. Each swish brings with it a sharp sensation that pulls me deeper into this strange state, making me feel like I'm floating. The pain is no longer unbearable; instead it's comforting in some perverse way. It's grounding me, providing me with what I need at that moment. A warm glow spreads throughout my body, and all my worries, all my fears disappear. It's a high unlike anything I've ever experienced before.
When Lisa finally stops and unties me, I cling to her, trembling all over. Without the blindfold and the restraints, I feel lost, overwhelmed. As though knowing what I need, she pulls me onto her lap and cradles me gently in her arms, letting me cry against her shoulder until I no longer feel like I'm going to fall apart.
After a while, I become cognizant of the hard length of her erection pressing into my buttocks, which are sore and throbbing from the whipping. The little toy he put in my ass before is still there, lodged securely inside me, and I realize that the warm glow within me is different now, more sexual in nature.
Apparently sensing the shift in my mood, Lisa carefully lifts me and positions me so that I'm facing her while straddling her lap. My hands are on her shoulders, and I can feel the powerful muscles playing under her skin. With my thighs spread wide, the tip of her cock presses against my sex. The smooth head slides between my folds and rubs against my clit, intensifying my arousal. I moan, my head arching back, and she slowly enters me, penetrating me inch by slow inch. With the toy in my ass, she feels even bigger than usual, and I gasp as she goes deeper, filling me with her thickness.
It feels good, so unbelievably good, and I moan again, tightening my inner muscles around her shaft. She groans, closing her eyes, and I do it again, wanting more of the sensation.
She opens her eyes and stares at me, her face taut with lust and her eyes glittering. I hold her gaze, fascinated by the fierce need I see there. She's as much in my thrall right now as I am in her, and the realization adds to my desire, further heating up my core.
Raising her hand, she curves her palm around my cheek, wiping away the remnants of tears with her thumb. Then she bends her head and kisses me, as tenderly as I've ever been kissed. I revel in that kiss; her affection is like a drug to me right now—I need it with a desperation I don't fully understand.
I close my eyes, and my hands slide up her shoulders, finding their way into her hair. It's thick and soft to the touch, like dark satin. Pressing closer to her, I rub my naked breasts against her chest, delighting in the feel of her skin against my sensitive nipples. Her lips are firm and warm on mine, and the cock inside me is unbelievably hard, stretching me, filling me to the brim.
Still kissing me, she begins to rock back and forth, causing her shaft to move within me ever so slightly, sending waves of heat throughout my body. However, each movement also serves as a reminder of the earlier beating, and a pained moan escapes my throat as my sore buttocks rub against her hard thighs. She swallows the sound, her mouth now consuming mine with unrestrained hunger.
Her hand slides into my hair, holding it tightly as she devours me with her kiss, her hips rocking harder, adding to the pressure building within my core. Her other hand moves down my body, and then she presses on the toy, pushing it deeper inside my rear passage.
I fly apart. My orgasm is so strong, I can't even make a sound. For a few blissful seconds, I'm completely swamped by pleasure, by ecstasy so intense that it's almost agonizing. My body shudders and undulates on top of Lisa's, and my movements trigger her own release.
In the aftermath, she holds me, stroking my sweat-dampened hair. I can feel her shaft softening within me, and then she reaches between my butt cheeks and tugs on the toy, carefully pulling it out.
Then she makes me get up and leads me into the shower.