Good. I am glad for it. I need it.
He stands up from the chair, his tall, powerful body casting a shadow over mine as he turns to leave.
“Follow me.”
This place is not as expansive as the island, but it is still larger than I have explored. He leads me down stairs that seem to be carved into the rock of the mountain itself, to a room lit by electric light. There are no windows. No natural sun reaches this deep. I find myself in a chamber that is a cross between a bunker and a dungeon.
Darko keeps his toys down here, and there are all manner of them. The walls drip with leather and chains. There are chairs and stands and benches and contraptions, too much for me to take in at a single glance.
“I’ll use every single one of these on you at some point,” he says casually, his hand lightly on my elbow as he guides me around to a simple piece of equipment that unlike some of the contraptions needs no explanation, because it’s a dildo on a seat.
“You disobeyed me. I could have kept you safe. I could have given you a modicum of freedom. I could have prevented you from experiencing the misery you now live in,” he lectures, his fingers on my blouse, loosing the buttons. It falls open to reveal my bare belly and breasts. His hands then dip to the skirt at my waist and similarly it falls, leaving me nude.
His gaze is hungry as it travels my body, but more than that, it is determined. He wants me. He needs me. He is going to consume me, and I need him to. I don’t want to be me anymore. I want to be an extension of him. I want him to take me and fill me, not just with his body, but with his soul.
Darko points to the dildo and looks at me. “Are you ready to obey?”
I nod.
“You’re going to wrap your disobedient cunt around that, and you’re going to fuck yourself as I punish you.”
A month ago, that would have shocked me. Today, nothing does.
That does not mean obedience is any easier. Wanting to absolve myself and doing his bidding is one thing, but his order is crude and it makes me blush. I wish I could become accustomed to his way of handling me, but I am counting on that never happening. The heat of the blush, the humiliation of his blunt words, they are breaking through the numbness that has consumed me lately. They are making me feel.
I spread my legs and straddle the stool. The tip of the dildo makes contact with my bare slit. Some part of me wishes it was his cock. I need him. I need to be fucked. I need to be made complete and given the chance to forget everything. But he’s not going to take mercy on me. He’s going to punish me thoroughly, just like he always does.
“I need lube.”
“Oh, you’re going to make your own, Chloe,” he says, reaching out and pinching my nipples. “You’re going to get nice and wet until you slide up and down on that big toy with ease.”
His hands play over my body, caressing me, pinching my nipples now and then. His touch is gentle, hypnotic. Too soft, until his hand lands on my ass with a hard swat.
“Don’t move!” he barks as I tip forward. “You stay over that toy. The only way you go is down. I want that cunt on that dick right now.” He reaches up, grabs my hair, pulls my head back and gives me the full benefit of his gaze. I see the brutality in his soul. I feel it echoed in mine. His other hand clasps my ass and pulls me down. The tip of the toy breaches my sex and this time there is less resistance because I am already starting to get wet. The simple act of being grabbed and held, made to feel the full force of his presence makes my body react. I feel my pussy start to open around it. I feel the walls of my sex squeezing the firm rubber. With every fraction it moves inside me, I feel my body responding all the more. It is like coming alive one inch at a time.
This is just the beginning. There is more to come, I know it. More punishment. More heat. More delicious orgasm.
“Keep working yourself on it,” he orders, retrieving a fresh toy. This one, I recognize, but not in the context it is about to be used. It’s a paddle with electric mesh across the sides. When it makes stinging contact with my ass, it zaps my bottom with a small current, making the muscle contract with a little jolt.