Silent Daughter 2: Bound (2 page)

"The collar hurts when I chew," I complain as I gulp down another bite.

"Good," he says. "I don't want you to forget who you belong to. Ever."

LEONARD

Her eyes flicker with rage and fright, but she remains calm on the outside, not moving an inch, breathing and glaring at me with silent anger. It is the most beautiful sight.

No screaming, very little fighting. She is precisely the delicate flower I imagined her to be. A quiet warrior. Her strength radiates through the entire room. It may be undetectable to others, but I feel as if she is the one who captured me. Already, she puts me in a position I seldom find myself in.

I don't want her to wear clothes, and I don't want her to drink alcohol, even though the wine goes splendidly well with the meat and it might help her to get some sleep. When I walked through the door and saw her, glaring at me with those dark, intelligent eyes, doubting the severity of her situation, all I wanted to do was spoil her.

I can tell that she is still not completely convinced that I will not let her go home tonight. She is waiting for me to reveal that this was all a silly little game to scare her because I know that is enticing to her. She likely won't realize how real the situation is until morning.

"You are not eating?" she asks without looking at me. Her voice is cold and apathetic.

"I already ate," I reply.

"Alone?" she asks while chewing on a piece of steak.

I look at her, but she averts my eyes.

"Yes, alone," I confirm.

"I figured," she says, shrugging. "You must be very lonely if you see the need to kidnap someone for company."

She is trying hard to sound confident and firm. It is adorable. Her voice is trembling, and so are her hands. She cannot hide it.

I smile.

"Is that what you think is going on here?" I ask. "That I kidnapped you because I am seeking company?"

"Maybe," she whispers.

"I like being alone," I say.

She looks at me. "Then why did you kidnap me?"

"You'll understand soon enough."

"I would like to understand now," she insists. "If you don't mind?"

"I do mind."

She rolls her eyes and lets out an annoyed sigh. I cannot wait to make her pay for it. The eye-rolling especially. It's infuriating.

"Would you just stop for a moment and let me in on what this is all about?" she asks, casting me an irritated look. "This is getting ridiculous."

I clench my fist below the table and reach for my glass with the other. She belongs over my knee. The number of spankings she has collected by now would be uncountable if I hadn't made a pact with myself to stay away from her as long as she is not fully aware of her situation. She still thinks I am bluffing, and I vowed to keep my hands off of her as long as she is cursed with this lack of understanding. It is bad enough that I couldn't stop myself from playing with her delicious body earlier. That first little taste only caused my hunger for her to grow sky high.

"How's the food?" I ask instead of giving her an answer.

She sighs again and puts the silverware aside.

"I'm done," she exclaims. "It was good."

I raise my eyebrows and look at her expectantly.

"Thank you," she says through pressed lips.

"Good girl."

She hasn't finished all of it, but most. It was a big portion, more to satisfy the appetite of a tall grown man instead of a girl like her, so I won't punish her for not finishing all of it.

She already has enough to deal with.

"What now?" she asks, looking at me with narrow eyes. She takes another sip of her wine and glances at me, most likely expecting me to set her free now.

"Now, we'll begin with your training," I announce.

She gasps with indignation and gets up from her chair.

"I did not allow you to get up!" I warn as I watch her storm towards the door in wide and angry steps. She yanks at the door handle, only to realize that it is locked.

I rise from my chair and approach her.

"Get back here," I order, pointing at the floor directly in front of me. "On your knees, in front of me."

She turns around and glares at me. "No!"

"Now!" 

"Unlock the door!" she says, her voice still calm and surprisingly steady. No ramp and rage, no banging against the door, no screaming for help, no hitting me. Her calm demeanor is surreal, even to me.

I have had my share of wild and angry subs. Bratty and loud girls, who would punch, kick and scream their minds to heaven when I put them in confinement. I never took any of them the way I took Liz, but even in the situations they found themselves, they were more off the wall than Liz is right now.

I have never dealt with someone like her. I wonder if she is enacting what one would call the calm before the storm, or if she will remain in this eerie state long term.

"Come here," I repeat. "I'm not going to ask again."

She frowns at me, but follows the command and retreats from the door, placing herself in front of me.

"On your knees," I order.

She shakes her head, fixating me with her eyes. Her eyes returned to a dark green color, similar to what they looked like in the forest. There is not the slightest hint of blue in them, but there is a lot of suffocated anger.

"How about a deal?" she proposes. "One straightforward answer to any of my questions for every command I follow?"

I furl my eyebrows. "That's not how it works, young girl."

"I promise to hold my end of the deal," she says. "Absolute obedience, no backtalk and no hesitation for whatever you ask of me. Just honest answers."

I instinctively shake my head. "I don't make deals with my subs."

"Fine," she says, shrugging again. "Then I won't get down on my knees, or do anything else you want me to do."

"Then you'll get punished
—
"

"Punish me all you want!" she interrupts. "You can beat the living hell out of me, and I still won't obey. I can take a lot. And I will. But you won't get anything out of me."

She turns around and makes a move to walk away from me, but I grab her upper arm, squeezing it tightly as I pull her back. The abruptness of my motions make her stumble and gasp in surprise, but when my eyes find hers again, there is no fright. Her eyes are flickering with resilience.

For a moment, I wonder if it was a bad choice to feed her before beginning her training. It might have been easier to get through to her if she was weakened and starved. But I hate the idea of starving her, that's not my style. It doesn't please me to see her hungry and thirsty.

But I also hate deals. She will get something out of this. Hell, she could've come at least two times by now if she wasn't so stubborn.

Dealing with her reluctance would be a lot easier if she was more like other girls. If she would be screaming, kicking and punching me, spitting curses while raging through the room, putting up a fight like a caged animal. I would know how to handle that because I have done it before.

This, however, is new to me.

It excites me.

She shall have her deal, but only under my conditions.

"Three questions," I say, pulling her closer. "Three questions and three commands."

"Five!" she hisses.

Oh, she wants to bargain now?

I shake my head and chuckle. My grip around her slim arm tightens and she lets out a little moan in pain. It is the most delicious sound.

"Three," I repeat.

She snorts with anger. "Four."

Her voice is low but insistent.

"Each question adds another command," I remind her. "Are you sure you want that? I could end up inside of you, fucking you senseless
—
and there's nothing you could do about it."

Of course, I won't. I won't be inside of her again until she begs me to. But she doesn't have to know that right now.

Her cheeks blush, and her mouth opens ever so slightly, her lower lip trembling as she breathes heavily. This arouses her, even though she would never admit it. That little minx.

"We have fucked before," she says, trying to sound nonchalant. "Why would that bother me?"

Our eyes lock onto each other, and neither of us says anything for a few moments.

"I just want to know what is going on here," she whispers. "In all honesty."

"Four," I agree. "Four questions and four commands. But you have to remove the robe before we start."

She ponders for a moment, glancing at me with narrow eyes.

"Fine," she says.

I let go of her arm and watch as she unties the belt of the robe and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her pale, delicate body in front of me. Her perfectly teardrop-shaped breasts rise visibly as she takes deep breathes. She wants to appear a lot calmer than she truly is.

I scan her from head to toe, taking in the beautiful sight of her barely touched body, wearing nothing but the collar I gave her. Her skin is so soft and creamy white; I am sure she will wear her marks beautifully. Her dark hair is messy, falling down her shoulders in tangled waves. Her makeup is smeared a little, caused by our earlier session and the blindfold I put on her. She crosses her long, slender legs before one another while her arms are hanging down at her side, her fingers twitching nervously.

"Perfect," I say, casting her an approving smile.

She doesn't reciprocate the smile but looks at me with that same unreadable face she loves to wear.

"Okay, first question
—
"

"No," I interrupt her. "First command: Get down on your knees."

She glances at me. "Fine."

She complies and gets down on her knees, sitting on her heels as she looks up at me. My cock twitches at the sight of her. Collared, naked, kneeling before me
—
exactly how I've wanted her since the first moment I laid eyes on her.

“And I want every compliance to come with a ‘Yes, Master’,” I add. “Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she hisses.

“Good girl.”

She swallows hard and takes a deep breath. "Remember: Honest answers!"

"I don't like that tone," I warn her. "And you are still addressing me inappropriately. But yes, my answers will be honest."

She sighs again, but
—
luckily for her
—
refrains from rolling her eyes this time.

"Do you intend to keep me here?" she asks. "I won't be allowed to go home tonight? Or tomorrow? I am your prisoner?"

"Technically, that's three questions," I say.

Her eyes widen.

"But I'll be generous," I add. "Since they all entail the same question. Yes. You are not going home tonight, or tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. You are mine now."

I pause for a moment, observing her reaction. She doesn't move or even blink.

"All mine," I repeat, taking a step closer to her.

She tilts her head back a little further as I come to a halt directly in front of her. Her mouth opens and closes without any words coming out. She is careful, knowing that she only has three more questions. She doesn't want to waste one by coming up with a simple follow-up question.

For now, it's my turn.

"Lie on your back," I order. "With your knees pulled up and your arms above your head."

She blushes. Then, a little smirk runs across her face, and I know why before she says it.

"Technically, that's three commands," she whispers. "But, yes, Master, I'll be generous."

I clench my fists, as she follows my order and slowly lies down on her back, her eyes fixated on mine when she pulls up her legs and moves her arms above her head. She closes her eyes when she reaches the position and realizes her predicament. Her naked center is exposed in front of me, glistening with wetness.

"What is going to happen to me?" she asks next, with her eyes still closed. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Two questions," I comment. "You need to learn to boil it down to one."