I ached for her now. My cock strained at my pants, begging for me to wrap my fingers in her hair and force her pouty lips to the head before feeling her tongue slide down my length as I forced her to swallow every last inch. I groaned, trying to chase the thoughts away. I didn’t want to see Alice just yet. The dinner I had made would take another thirty minutes, and it was the longest thirty minutes I experienced in quite some time.

Alice jumped when I walked in the room. For the past two days, I had been sliding food in and locking the door. I didn’t even enter the room, but now she looked at me, waiting to see if I’d either chain her back to the bed or if perhaps I’d walk her to the shower. She gave me an odd look when I sat the lasagna down, smiling at her. There were two plates, as if we were having dinner together on a date.

“Eat. You must be hungry. I made this myself.” I said, as she approached with an odd look. It was as if she didn’t trust what I had to offer. I couldn’t help but to throw my head back, chuckling.

“You think that if I wanted to poison you, I wouldn’t do it already?” I said, moving the table so that she could use the bed as a chair, and I sat across from her.

I watched as Alice picked up her fork and started to eat. It was as if something overtook her. She enjoyed every bite, and it was written on her face. As the time stretched between us, I could tell that she became less enraptured with her food, and she started to stare at me more and more with a puzzled expression.

There was something bothering her, and I could tell that Alice’s heart was hammering by the way that her breathing became a little less natural. I smiled at her, and I made sure to infuse it with just the right amount of lust and arrogance. It was a look that I had perfected over time, and even with Alice upset with me, scared of me, and full of sadness at her situation, I could tell that it was working on her as well.

“So, Alice, my dear.” I said in a silky, soft tone. “I know that you’ve realized your situation. I’ve watched you play with yourself in the shower.” I say, letting the point hit home. Her eyes widen for a brief moment before she looks away. I had a feeling that Alice knew already, but it was something that she had banked on me never making her confront.

“I’ve seen you stare at this wall. I’ve seen you clutch that pillow to you as you cried, trying to figure out a way to get out of here.” I said, and I lowered my voice to say the next part. I knew she’d still hear me.

“I’ve seen the moment that you gave up trying.” I add, and she glances up at me from those heavily lidded eyes, right through her lashes, and I want to bend her over right there, ramming into her until she screamed my name and admitted that there was a much larger part than she wanted admit of herself that wanted to be here. That the part of her that wants her to be here, doesn’t want her to ever leave. I want to hear her admit she’s turned on by it, but I knew that wouldn’t be today.

“So?” She fires back, and I lean over the table a little, my hand darting out to lift her gaze to mine with two fingers firmly placed under her chin to tilt it up so she’s forced to do so.

“So, admit that you want me, and let yourself enjoy the pleasure that a life like this has to offer. Why do you keep making it only about pain? If that’s what you get off on, I assure you, I can make it even better. If it’s not, then let me make you scream in the way you want to.” I said in a soft, crooning voice that took her breath away. I thought she wasn’t going to answer me. It seemed that Alice’s breath had caught in her throat.

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Alice Pov::

“Show it to me.” I told him. I surprised myself, but he was right.

I hated that he was right. I hated him for it, but I didn’t have time to rethink what I had just said to this man. A man I still didn’t know the name of. I was pressed to the bed before I knew it with him on top of me. His hand splayed my legs open wide, but I gave in. I had wanted this for longer than I had admitted to, and a small part of me hoped that I could hate him for what he was about to do to me. Just like I hated him for taking me away from everything I knew.

I was chained back to the headboard without even realizing his other hand had been working on it. His fingers had spread my pussy lips, and my heart had started to hammer as his fingertips brushed my aching clit. Nothing I had done in the shower had kept me from being wet. At first, only my fear kept my arousal at bay, but the longer I was afraid here, the more I realized that fear didn’t temper my lust any more. I looked at him, nearly panting before he pulled his hand away.

“You will call me master.” He said.

“No.” I say sternly. I’m not going to give that to him. I was certain of that, but he just tilted his head back to let out a clearly genuine laugh.

“You will, and I won’t even have to force it.” He said softly.

It was as if he was speaking of a fact not just a guess. I swallowed hard, but I didn’t think on it too much longer. The thought was gone as soon as the man had his fingers circling and rubbing my clit. I bucked against him, but I couldn’t do much. He had somehow wrapped it where my chain was shorter. I had nothing I could do but stay on my back as he forced my legs.

I wanted this, and I hated wanting it. That’s why I had put some resistance into my body. I cried out as he plunged two fingers deep inside of me, filling me as he started to work them in and out.

He started to finger fuck me, bringing me close to the edge of orgasm as he fucked me slow and hard with his fingers, curling them until I cried out in pleasure. I still refused to call him master.