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My hand eased out of her hair and I brought it around to trace my fingers over her throat. As my head came down beside hers, I’d never witnessed anything so perfect. Looks aside, something about the two of us just inexplicably fit together. “The scar is there. It’s going to stay. It represents who you are and I don’t want it to go away. Tell me you understand this and you’re not going to get rid of it.”

I knew I’d pushed her too fast, but I waited anyway.

“I can’t promise that, Sir. I…can’t. I’m not sure I can face myself looking this way for the rest of my life. Not when I have the choice.” The worry on her face was well placed. She’d been through hell and it wasn’t over.

“Honesty is good. I respect that. It doesn’
t mean I like it. Everything that I’m putting you through, have you figured out why?”

“I’m weak. You’re going to help me get better.”

I frowned. “Yes, but don’t hold too much hope that I’m going to sweep in and rescue the day if you’re having a rough time. I’m not going to save you, Kaitlyn. I’m going to make you save yourself. Even from me.” Confusion had her breaths increasing in speed. If she was nervous about what was to come, she should be. I wanted her prepared.

“
Now sit here and keep looking at yourself. I have to get the room set up. You’re punishment isn’t over. Seeing as I wanted you tonight and you ruined that by your little razor incident, you’ll just have to do without the pleasure. I, on the other hand, will not.”

She pouted and I
raised an eyebrow. “Tuck that lip back in. You’re only making things harder for yourself.”

I lef
t Kaitlyn sitting there and headed into the room. There wasn’t really much for me to do, but I wanted to give her time alone to get used to her appearance. I’d said what was important. She needed to know I accepted and liked the way she looked, not that I hadn’t said it already. The sooner she became comfortable with her new self, the happier she would be in life. It was important to get the ball rolling now and maintain the consistency of her new daily ritual if she was ever going to try to move forward.

Light filled the room as I flipped the switch. There w
ere so many toys I wanted to test out on her. The stocks, for one. But the pleasure would have to be there for that. I wanted her screaming as I restrained her hands and head, restricting her of movement.

My eyes went to the far end of the room.
Shackles. Collar.
Yes, I’d lock them on her wrist, ankles, and neck. Make her mine, for real.

The silver glistened as I picked them up from the shelf, testing their weight.
The small locks that kept them bound jingled, causing a smile to come to my face. How long had I wanted to use these? Fuck. And now to place them on Kaitlyn? It was a God damn dream. The clink of metal rang out as I tossed them at the end of the bed and added the crop to rest on top. Paradise nestled on silk sheets. It didn’t get better than this.

Excitement thrummed through
my body. The need to rush back and swoop her from that counter to collar her was making me pace. I watched the door, stalking like a wolf. Five more minutes. My eyes narrowed as I heard the small sound of movement. She did not leave that restroom. She better not have. I broke into the hallway only to stop in my tracks. Kailyn was holding out her hand to brace herself on the wall. The black stockings with the lace accents were on, clinging mid-thigh. The way her dark hair rested over her breasts, concealing, but not completely hiding the swell of her made my mouth water.

“You disobeyed my orders. You were supposed to be looking in the mirror.”

Her head instantly lowered. “I’m sorry, Sir. I wanted to surprise you. I was just going back to do as you wanted.”

I was halfway down the hall before I realized I’d even moved. Fuck, I wanted her. Damn her stubbornness. “You’ll spend an hour after we finished in front of that mirror. I can’t believe how awful you listen.” My hand connected with her bottom and I threw her over my shoulder, fighting the urge to massage the spot that I knew was reddening this very second.

Kaitlyn bounced as I tossed her on the bed. “Get on your knees and face the headboard.” I grabbed the shackles, unlocking them, waiting for her to get in position. The moment she did, I locked her arms and legs together on each side. The last click made my heart beat faster. With her arms connected to her legs and those fucking stockings…I was lost to her. My hand swept her hair to the side. “Do you know what this is and what it represents?”

Her eyes darted to
what I held between the two of us. “It’s a collar.” She swallowed. “It’s a big thing in the clubs. It means I accept this, I’m yours.”

The side of my mouth lifted at how hard she swallowed. She may have been nervous, but she wasn’t denying what we both knew.
“Yes. You are.” I clasped the one and a half inch band around her neck. The fit couldn’t have been more perfect. Snug, but not too tight. Kaitlyn looked like a goddess as I turned the thin key, locking her to me. Always. “This is as official as it gets. Through the good times and the bad. Remember that every time you doubt how much I care for you. This,” I pulled the ring on the collar, bringing her face closer to mine, “will be the only collar I ever place on anyone in my entire life. You have that from me. Always take that into account in everything you do. Let the weight of it be a reminder in your lessons to come. Good…and bad.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Kaitlyn licked her lips and moved her eyes down to my chest.

“
Now, here comes the bad, kitten. You’re not to say a word unless I will it so. Not to look at me. If you show any emotion or try to touch me in any way, you’re going to be sorry.” I grabbed the crop and took in my handprint that had welted beautifully on her ass. I brought the leather end down right beside it causing her to jump. “Today should have been a learning curve for you. Yet, you still defied me after your punishment. All for what?”

Kaitlyn stared straight ahead. “To look good for you, Sir.”

“Did you not hear what I just told you in the restroom? Clothes, make-up, surgery…nothing will make me more attracted to you than I already am. Naked. Natural. Your true self. That is what I want.” Again, I let the crop slap her ass. “How long is it going to take for what I say to get through that thick head of yours? You.”
Whack
. “Are”
Whack
. “Beautiful.”
Whack!

A sob came from her mouth, but I knew it had nothing to do with the pain, and everything to do with my words. “Now repeat it.
Loudly.”

The pause got her another swat.

“I’m beautiful.”

“Again.”

“I’m beautiful.”

“Again.”

Five more times
, I made her repeat. My eyes narrowed as each one became more monotone than the next. “Louder. Scream it.”

The scream was there, but not the words. My hand locked into her hair and I pulled back, angling her face to stare up, but she never connected eyes with me. “I said, scream it.”

“I can’t,” she cried. “I just can’t yet. It’s hard enough to even say it.”

My
lids closed for the briefest moment. “You’re not getting out of this, Kaitlyn. Scream it.”

Pressure against the hair I held pulled at my fingers as she fought to sit up. I pulled back harder. “S
cream it!”

“I’m
…ruined,” she yelled. “I can’t.” Shaking from her sobs vibrated my hand and I let go, pushing her head down to the mattress. With her ass in the air, it gave me perfect access. A few more slaps with the crop turned her cries into light moans. No pleasure. Right. Kaitlyn got off on pain. The only thing that was hurting her right now was having to face who she was. But I knew a fear that wouldn’t equate to the kind of pain she would enjoy.

“I want those words echoing off the wall right now or else I’m getting the whip.”

A gasp filled the room and she tried to wiggle up. “I’m beautiful,” she said in a hurry.

“Not loud enough.”

“I’m…beautiful.” Louder, but nowhere near where I wanted it.

“Last chance.”

She screamed it and t
he power behind her words had me smiling. I hated using the threat of the whip against her, but the more she got used to saying it, the closer I’d have her to believing them. She would see what I saw. There was no stopping until she did.

“Good girl. See
? That wasn’t so hard.” I pulled her up, brushing back the hair that was stuck to her wet face. “You are so beautiful, Kaitlyn.” I kissed the scar, dying to move my way to her lips. A deep breath left her and I wanted to capture it, seal my lips to hers. Instead, I made myself stand. In one yank, I brought my shirt up over my head and tossed it to the ground. The whip rested at the far end of the room and I knew, come tomorrow, she’d have to be faced with it again. The fact that the threat was enough to have her crumbling didn’t work. I wanted her to hold no fear toward anything.

My pants dropped
free and I stepped toward the bed, nude. My cock ached to be inside of her. I hated that I couldn’t.

“If you think this is going to be a simple case of sucking
my cock, you’re sadly mistaken.” I spun her around, facing me, as I loomed over her. “There’s going to be little sucking involved on your part. Your mouth is nothing more than an object I’m going to fuck.” My fingers bit into her jaw. “Open wide, slave, and service your Master.”

No arguing. No sulking. P
ure obedience. I loved these moments when Kaitlyn submitted. She wanted to. I knew she was trying to do everything I asked. I also understood why she couldn’t comply with all of my demands. Yet. In time, and hopefully not much longer.

My hand came around to grab
the base of my cock while the other buried itself in her hair, leading her head down.

“You better hope
you keep your mouth open wide. I don’t want to feel your teeth graze me once. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Pre-cum beaded the tip and I traced it over her lips, nearly losing control when she licked it away and moaned. She kneeled there, restrained, waiting, mouth opened and ready. So help me, I couldn’t hold out like I wanted. The head of my cock eased into her mouth and was met with her lips enveloping my width as I began to thrust deeper.

My grip tightened and I pulled her even closer, having her balance only on her knees. If I let go
, she would fall forward. But at this angle, I could push deeper, right into her throat like I wanted. Kaitlyn’s hair was holding the brunt of her weight and I let her take it for a few seconds before my other hand came to her shoulder.

“Wider. You’re going to take every inch of my cock even if you’re gagging at every thrust.”

For the briefest moment, her eyes met mine. Slow, steady breaths left her as I took my time easing down her throat. Tears clouded her stare and her fists clenched, but she didn’t gag. I pulled completely out, tracing the head of my cock back over her mouth.

“You continue to surprise me, kitten. You ready? I’m about to fuck the shit out of that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“I’m ready, Sir.”

Both of my hands cupped onto the sides of her face as I
fed my length back into the depths of her throat. My slave’s heavy breathing was like music to my ears as I began to thrust into her at a steady pace. Nothing too fast, but not slow either. The pleasure was beyond what I’d been hoping for.  My eyes closed and I moved faster. Harder. Sounds poured from her mouth and I felt the vibrations in the base of my spine. For minutes, I made her take it. Only when I knew it wasn’t enough, I broke away, pissed. I wanted her pussy and I couldn’t stand it. Knowing I couldn’t have it, made me angrier. She did this. She took what was mine away.

“Look at me.”

Tears streamed down her face and her eyes were like sapphires, so blue and glistening. My hand latched just above the collar and I eased her back onto the mattress, but I didn’t let go.

“I’m going to fuck you and you’re not going to come. Do you g
et that?”

More tears streamed down the sides of her face. “I can’t promise you that, Sir.”

“And why is that?”

Kaitlyn arched her hips, pulling against the shackles. “I’m already turned on. I want more. I want you to touch me. Kiss me.”

“No. You don’t deserve it. When you learn to obey, I will
worship
you. Not before. Until you learn, you’ll get nothing.”

Wetness met my fingers as I moved the
m up and down her slit. A moan broke from her lips and she tried to look away.

“You’re
so hot and ready for me, slave. I’m going to enjoy fucking my pussy. Mine. Not yours. Which means I’ll take it whenever I want. Unfortunately for you, you’ll get no satisfaction from this. If you do…tomorrow will be the worst day of your life.”

I pushed my fingers in, letting her adjust. After a few thrusts, the wetness was unbelievable.

“Too bad you won’t be coming. Next time
, you’ll think before you disobey me again.”

“I will, Sir. Please.”

My hand went from a loose hold on her throat to clasping over her mouth. “I said no speaking. Your begging is pointless.” I eased my cock into her, watching her eyes roll back as I inched my way in. It was almost impossible not to close my own. She was so hot and tight. I wanted to bask in the euphoria of the moment. But not if it meant she’d get it, too. I was here for one thing. Me.