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Chapter 4
"Now, let's go over the rules," Damon said as he tugged on the rope around Elena's wrists. His eyes were like chips of emerald ice, sharp and unloving. Though, he gazed at her naked body in awe.
"You really are as pretty as a picture, Elena." Damon purred, "So pleasing." He gave her one last glance before he walked to the end of the bedroom, disappearing into some kind of luxury walk-in wardrobe. As soon as Damon was out of sight Elena wrestled against the restraints in order to free herself but every time she fought, the rope dug into her wrists causing her to whimper in distress. She then heard Damon's heavy footsteps coming towards her, she glimpsed up at him and noticed him smirking while carrying a black box. As he was getting closer, Elena struggled more and more against the rope.
Then, she lost it.
"Please... Just let me GO! Please. Please, Damon! Why? Why are you doi-" He interrupted her with a smack to her face causing her to shrink away. Stay calm. You can do this Elena. She choked back her sobs and pretended that she was at home with her family and that all of this was one big fucking nightmare.
Elena sobbed silently, pulling at the restraints as Damon reached for something under the bed. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach. She tensed quickly as he reached for the back of her head, "Lift up your head." He demanded. She didn't want to piss him off anymore so she obeyed reluctantly. Elena's face grew with fear and anxiety as Damon placed a blindfold over her eyes.
Everything went black...
"Oooh. I am gonna have so much fun punishing you, princess." He laughed, stroking her cheek and leaned in closer.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, touching her pussy. "Soon, I'll have all of you. " His lips curved upwards into a loathsome grin.
She had no idea what that meant. Is he going to rape me? Her heart hammered.
Tears streamed down her face, "Please," she paused, "Please, don't hurt me."
"Don't worry, my little pet. I know that you can take this. Besides, you wouldn't want to displease your Master would you?" He said, waiting a couple of seconds for a response.
He smacked her pussy, hard. "Would you!?" He frowned, pinching her nipple.
"No, Master.." She sobbed, shaking.
"Good. Rule number one is to obey all of my demands without any hesitation. For instance, If I say spread your legs. You will spread your fucking legs, understood?" He asked, smirking.
Elena looked down. "Yes, Master."
"Rule number 2. No speaking unless spoken too. This also includes moaning. I don't want to hear any moaning from you, you lost that fucking privilege when you decided to lie to my face!" Damon shouted, making Elena jump.
"Rule number 3. No moving or shifting. You will move when I say you can move. From this point onwards, you will do nothing without my permission. This includes cumming."
He grinned, sadistically.
"Now, for the fun part! If you break any of my rules I will punish you by delivering you an electric shock for every infraction. Is that understood, pet?"
Elena's heart almost stopped. The blood hammered in her ears. Her hands trembled. Her heart thumped. Her hands tingled. The tensions grew in her face, her mind replaying the last panic attack she had when she lost her parents. And the only thing Elena could see was blackness. She clutched to the bed covers, her hands were wrapped in the covers so tightly that her nails were digging into her palms. Drawing blood.
She cried harder. Her salty tears were darkening the pillowcase.
Her chest grew tight. She couldn't breathe. It's hard. It's really hard. Help! I can't breathe.
She felt a hand clasp over her mouth. She wanted to push him away. Hurt him. But she couldn't fight him anymore. Help me. Please. Mum? Dad? I need you.
"Shhh. Babygirl, it's okay. I'm here." Damon cooed. His voice sounded gentle and rather soothing. He moved his hand from her mouth and stroked her hair, gently.
"I know that you're scared. But I promise you it won't hurt if you just do what I say, okay?" Damon comforted. For the first time since she's been in Damon's company, she felt at ease. She almost felt safe...
Damon moved his hand up to her face. "Hey, shhh. I'm just going to take off the blindfold, okay?" He saw her pink puffed eyes and almost felt sorry for her. He shrugged it off and continued to comfort her. Her breathing was almost normal again and she wasn't crying anymore. Just teary.
She glanced up at him with pleading eyes, mentally begging him to not do this.
Damon shot her a half smile. He stroked her tangled strands of hair out from her face, shaking his head.
"I'm still going have to punish you."
Elena felt hot. She felt her heart thumping again. And her hands trembled for the second time. He listened to her ragged breaths, her thundering heart and watched as her face turned a dark crimson.
Damon could see that she was filled with fear.
"Do what I say and you won't get hurt, baby girl."
He climbed on top of her body, cupped her chin and stared deep into her brown teary eyes. "Elena. I want you to breathe, "he compelled her, "breath in." She breathed in and waited, "Good girl. Now, breathe out for me." And she did just that.
"Now, stay calm for me princess. It will all be over soon."
Elena felt weird. She felt every word he was saying and something about it made it easier. She could finally breathe. And the pain, the confusion, and the panic had just left her body. She felt at peace...
Damon reached for the box. Elena watched him as he opened it. He put down the box and in his hands, he revealed a black, thick, leather collar. A malicious smile appeared as he walked over to Elena, baring his teeth.
"Now. Lift your head for me, sweetheart." Damon asked, gently. Instead of fighting him, she lifted her head. He placed the collar around her neck and fastened the buckle.
"Good girl."
He glanced down at her."I fucking love the sight of you in a collar, "Damon said, "Maybe I should make you wear a collar more often. "
He grinned, petting her as if she was his little puppy. She flinched and draw back from him, disgusted. She felt dehumanised, demeaned and disrespected. And she wanted to rip his fucking head off. I'm not some dog!
He snickered at her reaction and leaned down to where their noses touched. He placed a soft kiss on her nose.
"Collar tight enough for you, puppy?"
Elena blushed and glared at him wide-eyed. Has he seriously just called her his puppy?
"Oh, was that a no I just heard?" He reached behind her head in order to tighten it but she pulled away from him.
Damon scowled but let go of her. He crossed his arms and watched her carefully, waiting for her to realise what she just did wrong.
A long moment passed before it clicked. She didn't think - she moved. Oh, fuck.
"I will not punish you for that but just to make you aware," he paused, "The collar is very special. It will shock you every time you disobey any of my rules. Is that clear? You may speak?"
A knot formed in the back of her throat. Tears welling in her eyes, "Y-yes Master."
"Good girl."
Elena shuddered as Damon pushed her legs wide apart. He leaned in, his breath tickled her ear and he slipped his fingers into her pussy, roughly thrusting in and out. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying her best to ignore what was really happening to her.
"Open your fucking eyes."
Damon growled.
He fucking growled at me.
She bit her lip hard, opening her eyes, she feared that her body would betray her.
It's okay.
Just do what he says and you'll be fine.
It's all just an act... Right?
Damon soon interrupted her thoughts when he slipped in two more fingers.
Plunging in and out.
Fuck.
He grinned, licking his tingling lips, and leaned in closer. He pushed his throbbing cock towards Elena, grinding against her.
Her knees almost buckled, she swallowed hard and inhaled quietly.
"Oh, princess. I think you just moved..." He smiled, pulling out a remote from his back pocket for the collar.
"Master, please, please -" Biting her lip hard, she realised that she spoke without his permission. She tried to bury herself into his body. Silently crying.
"Hmm. Does my little pet want me now?" He purred. She nodded frantically. Of cause I don't want him. I know I don't. I just..
Elena was interrupted out of her thoughts when she felt an electric buzzing sensation overwhelm her body. And it was more than just a slight tingle that ran underneath her skin. She felt as if she was actually been sentenced to death by the electric chair.
"Yes! I need you, Damon! Please, stop. I'm sorry! Okay. You win!" She blurted in distress.
Damon laughed. "I'm not playing any more of your foolish little games, Elena. I know that you're a liar! And naughty little liars need to be punished." He pressed the button on the remote which delivered Elena two more painful shocks. She screamed.
"Spread your legs," Damon commanded. Elena gazed up at him, questioningly.
"What," He smirked," Did you think this would all be over?"
Elena nodded.
"It's over when I say it's over, princess," he said, "Now spread your fucking legs!" His tone was raucous, he drew back his hand and brought it down hard, slapping her face with the back of his hand when she didn't obey immediately. Elena couldn't even take a breath as Damon had wrapped his long fingers tightly around her throat. The ache in her chest grew worse as she writhed under his grasp. Damon could feel her pulse drumming, he smirked. He loved it! He laughed menacingly as she sputtered and struggled for air. Everything started to spin, to fade, as each sound grew faint.
Everything went black...
To be continued...