Chapter Twelve
Control
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T RIUMPH WASHED OVER Lawes in waves as she lapped from her bowl.
Struggling with the water, her discomfort was clear from her crimson cheeks.
Human tongues were not designed to drink from pet dishes, and Hannah’s lack of finesse revealed just how ill-prepared she was for the task, but her mortified tussle was absolutely mind-blowing to witness.
“That will need practice, too.” He arched an eyebrow at her, leaning back in his tired chair.
“Yes, Mr. Lawes, sir.”
He could tell the blushing woman on her knees was trying her best to appease her captor, and he appreciated the struggle.
It had taken a lot of effort to get her there, scraping the money together to provide all the essentials she needed.
The internet might have provided him with what was required, but finding the means had been altogether more difficult.
Beckoning her forward with one finger, though, he knew she was worth every penny.
He’d have paid twice the price to have her where he wanted her.
“Kneel at my feet.”
He pointed to the spot he intended as she made her way across the drab linoleum floor, pulling in a deep breath when she came to heel. The air inside the dilapidated house was the same as it had been the prior day, but filling his lungs with it, the oxygen had never tasted sweeter.
“You look good down there.” His cock stirred as she settled on her haunches. “Is your submission all coming flooding back?”
“Yes, Mr. Lawes, sir.”
Her gaze fell to her knees, her voice pained.
He’d have preferred her to look at him when she answered, but he accepted her reticence, recalling how she’d landed at his feet.
Hannah thought she’d been going on a date with the wonderful Saul, yet she’d ended up back in his twisted grasp.
She’d require a period of adjustment, but he had faith that she’d ease into the submissive state he’d trained her for, especially as there was no longer anyone else there to distract them.
“Can I trust you to wait here while I make myself a drink?” He wondered aloud.
Hannah’s chin rose slowly, her breaths labored as she met his eyes. “I’ll be good, Mr. Lawes, sir.”
“Will you?”
His response was curter than he’d intended, but gripping the end of her leash tighter, he was reminded of all the willful ways she’d acted at the dental practice. Hannah was much more than a pretty face. He’d need to keep an eye on her responses before he could start trusting her.
“I’ll try.” Her furrowed brow revealed more confused tears. “I didn’t expect any of this.”
“I know, beautiful.”
Reaching for her, he stroked her jaw gently, amazed at how soft her skin was. It wasn’t only Hannah’s wonderful breasts and pussy he craved, but all the rest of her as well. She was the partner he’d been looking for all those years—a living, breathing fantasy.
Yanking her leash, he rose, directing her toward the nearest wall. The house’s original occupant had handily secured a hook on the wall above eye level, and securing the handle of her chain there meant he could be reassured Hannah wouldn’t be going anywhere.
“I’ll help you out this time.” Hoisting the chain higher, he attached the leather handle over the large hook, relishing the way she had to scramble closer to avoid the collar tightening at her neck. “That should stop you from being tempted to do anything silly.”
Technically, she could rise to her feet and unhook the handle herself, but meeting her eyes, he sensed that wouldn’t be a problem.
The glimmer of anxiety flashing in her intoxicating orbs assured him she was suitably terrified and would submit to his will—for the next few minutes, at least. If she was stupid enough to act when his back was turned, then he’d have no choice but to use the tiny remote control burning a hole in his pocket.
His lips twisted at the tempting idea. He’d bet she wouldn’t appreciate those consequences if they came to pass.
The leaflet with the dildo had promised only a ‘small shock’, but he suspected the concept of what was ‘small’ was arguable when electricity was emitted in such a sensitive place.
“Now stay .”
He lifted his palm with the instruction, emphasizing the final word as though she was a sweet little puppy rather than a grown woman.
She’d make a fine full-time pet, too, but for the time being, he wasn’t willing to replace her electric dildo with the soft, furry type of tail that would finish the look.
Hannah would just have to play his pet when he demanded it.
She’d have no choice.
Shifting onto all fours, her focus fell between her hands as he walked the short distance to the kitchen basin.
Against all odds, the property still received water and electricity, which had made moving in an easy task.
Deep down, he accepted it probably also meant the real owner wasn’t too far away—someone still paying the bills—but his recent triumphs made that gnawing reality easy to push away.
So what if the owner came calling? He’d cross that bridge when he found it, and the new locks he’d put into place would certainly help to keep them at bay.
Hannah’s here.
He had her where he wanted her.
Everything else was secondary to that glorious accomplishment.
Opening the lid, he filled the kettle, whistling happily to himself as he placed it back on the counter to boil.
He glanced back, pleased to see his little girl was precisely where he’d left her.
His balls tightened at the scintillating sight of her.
She was like a sexy angel, an ethereal vision sent to enthrall him.
For so long, he’d dreamed of that moment—of having her back in his custody and making her pay for what she’d done to him—a part of him almost couldn’t believe she was real.
“Are you hungry?” His tone was casual, as though he was asking an old friend to stay for a sandwich, not speaking to the woman he’d taken as his captive for a second time.
“I...” Her focus darted to him. “I don’t know, Mr. Lawes, sir.”
“You don’t know?” He folded his arms across his chest as the kettle came to a boil. “That doesn’t sound much like the Hannah I remember.”
She’d always been so hellbent on her views. Even when he hadn’t permitted her to communicate them, they’d been there, burning in her compelling eyes.
“You haven’t eaten for a long time.” Throwing a teabag into his cup, he spun to watch her response.
She’d gone to the restaurant the night before, expecting to have a meal, but in the end, not a single morsel of food had passed her lips.
He’d done that to her. His actions had inadvertently denied her food.
“You need to eat.” He smiled as he decided for her.
“I’ll see what I can rustle up for you.” Pouring the boiling water over his teabag, he considered the options.
Given his reduced funds, menu choices were limited at the new address, but he could scramble an egg and fry a few rashers of bacon. With his little girl fed, she’d be ready to serve him properly.
“Thank you.”
Her voice sounded miniscule from the other side of the small room, and throwing a spoon into his cup, he walked slowly back to the table. Placing the cup down, he reached for the handle of her leash before he crashed back onto the uncomfortable dining chair.
“Very good, little girl.” Tugging her closer, she was forced to crawl in his direction until she was close enough for him to ruffle her silky tresses. “You passed that first test perfectly.”
He was pleased to see that she seemed to have finally stopped crying as he cradled her head by his thigh.
“We’re going to have a good time, you and me, little girl.”
A desperate mewl escaped her throat, though he couldn’t tell if she agreed with his sentiment.
Not that it matters.
“I’ll have my revenge, Hannah, but I’ll also look after you, care for you, and make sure all of those dark desires you harbor are met.
” He chuckled, remembering the fantasies she’d told Saul about.
Hannah’s mind might have been even dirtier than his.
“And in return, do you know what I need from you?”
Her heated face shifted at his side. “To obey you, Mr. Lawes, sir?”
“Yes, to obey me.” It was a good answer, but not the one he’d been looking for.
“But also to serve me, little girl.” He smoothed back her hair and ensured their gazes met. “I want you to want to serve me.”
She swallowed, evidently contemplating how best to answer.
Clever girl.
Hannah knew him well enough already to know what a flippant answer would earn her, and it wasn’t anything she’d like.
“I know that’s not how you feel right now.” Her petulant display when he’d gagged her had more than illuminated the point, a performance he still needed to punish her for. “But you will... with time.”
He was certain of it.
The crease that appeared in her brow conveyed her difference of opinion. “I-I don’t know what to say, Mr. Lawes, sir.”
He laughed softly, loving her timid reaction, while still cognizant that it wasn’t the real Hannah. “Then say nothing. In fact, I have a better use for your mouth.”
Releasing the side of her face, he signaled to the ground by his feet. “Back in your place now. You know where you belong.”
Her gaze returned to his fleetingly before she crawled around to the front of the chair and lowered herself in front of him. She was so fucking hot, he couldn’t stop staring as she pressed her palms against the cheap flooring.
“These shoes aren’t the caliber I’ve been used to.” He sighed, trying not to dwell on how his fortunes had changed. Losing his profession was another consequence of her courtroom shenanigans. “They could use a polish.”
It was taking every ounce of his willpower not to just pounce on her and take what he wanted, but he was determined to take things slowly, to enjoy her and ease her back into the depths of his depraved demands.
She’d already had to deal with the realities of her abduction since she’d woken up.
He’d master her completely, but that didn’t mean he had to be a relentless brute.
“Get down there and clean them for me.”
Her mouth parted as though she was going to protest, but only his name squeaked from it. “Mr. Lawes?”
She caught her bottom lip between her white teeth, and fleetingly, he admired how straight her incisors were. She must, he realized, have found another dentist to work on them in his absence, the deed stinging like betrayal.
“You heard me.” Leaning toward her burning face, he articulated the words. “I want your tongue on my shoe leather,” he explained curtly, as she lowered. “Now.”
Reaching for his cup, he settled back in his chair as she set to work, rearranging his swelling erection. The frantic licking noises coming from the floor were sublime, ratcheting his glee until even the peeling paint of the room in the suffocating little house couldn’t bring him down.