Chapter 2
Oakley
I had long since lost track of the number of days I had been here, let alone told to call the man Sir. There was no way to mark when the sun came up, since some days I was choked out, forced to sleep, and missed several sunrises and sunsets.
If my voice even worked, it surely would be broken by now with how many times Sir’s hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing whatever was possibly still there.
The only good thing about wearing pretty things, Sir hadn’t choked me.
He hadn’t wrapped a thick hand around my throat, cutting off the air and circulation.
Heck, the bruises were starting to fade, which was an odd thing to see in the mirror after a quick but thorough shower.
My hair was dark with water that dripped atop my shoulders, the towel doing little to stop the rivets.
Today, Sir told me to wash everything, and that included scrubbing the bottom of my feet. He had given me a small round container of sugar scrub, which left behind a sweet scent coating my skin. I did have to admit, my skin had never been so soft as it was right then.
It was strange to be so clean, too. All of the times before, I barely got enough cold water to wash my hair and body of whatever grime had collected in a week or two. It wasn’t often I got warm showers, so I knew something was up.
The other products on the counter that Sir left for me would go unused. I didn’t know what to do with any of those items. It was a bit strange that he even bought them, as my needs or wants never mattered to him before. Sir didn’t care about my well-being.
Shaking the thoughts away, I quickly finished drying off the best that I could before putting on clothes. Another skirt, this time in grays and black, along with a short-sleeved dark pink shirt. There was also a knitted open sweater-like thing that I put on over the top.
With a sigh, hating the fact that I had to pull on the underwear that rubbed up my crack, I did as I was expected to do.
The skirt fell to the floor as a hard knock sounded on the door. I jerked, then a moment later opened the door, coming face to chest with Sir.
“Get your ass to your room,” he barked.
Hurring, I did as he said. The material of the skit swished around my legs, causing me to stumble as I entered my room.
I stopped in front of my dresser, waiting for more orders. I wasn’t sure what I did wrong this time.
“Turn and lift your bottoms,” Sir said, closing the door behind him and caging us both in.
That little action spoke more than words ever could. I was caged in this room with a monster. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
My heart felt heavy, unsure of what was to come.
Sir snapped his fingers, and I grabbed the material, bunching it up as I turned my back on him. My skin crawled as my butt came bare to the room.
A warm hand cupped a cheek, almost in a tender type of motion. But nothing with this man was tender. He was rough, mean, and demanding.
I jerked when his other hand landed on the other cheek, pulling both parts away from one another. The string that was up my crack pushed more into my skin at the movement, and I gritted my teeth at the feeling.
“Bend over.”
Hiking the skirt up more as I bent over the top of the dresser, I leaned as much of my upper body over the hard surface as I could. At that position, it pushed my butt out, giving Sir more access to a part of me that he’d forgone touching thus far.
Turning my head towards the left, I shifted enough to pull up one of my arms that dug into my ribs, placing it next to my mouth.
It took everything in me to keep my breathing even and my heart rate calm.
I should be used to treatment such as this. I was more than enough used to being naked in front of this man while he looked me up and down like he couldn’t figure out if I was eatable or garbage. It was always a mix any time he eyed me like that.
“Someone will surely enjoy you,” he muttered to himself as a thumb began to swipe around my back entrance.
I shivered, not able to help it as he pressed harder into me. My body didn’t give way at the touch, instead, it tensed up, preparing for the pain that was sure to come.
My entire body jerked as something cold splashed along my crack. Sir laughed, massaging the liquid into my crack and pressing a digit into my hole.
I held my breath, forcing the tears to stay away. Crying never got me anywhere. I learned that early on. All it did was make Sir angrier.
“Just relax, pet. It won’t hurt. Much.” The last part was spoken darker like he wanted me to hurt.
Well, that was true. Sir did want me to hurt. He wanted me to cry and be at his mercy at all hours of the day.
I shook my head, begging silently for him not to do whatever he was about to do.
I lost the fight against the tears as something even colder, but smooth, was pressed into me in one swift motion.
There was no warning, no easing into the pressure.
All of a sudden pushed fully into me, and Sir was nice enough to hit it with his palm.
I jerked, my hips bumping into the edge of the dresser.
“If only I promised the buyer you were intact,” Sir muttered sadly, pulling my cheeks apart once more. “But this will have to do for now. Even though he won’t know if no one tells.”
What the hell was he talking about? Did I even want to know? I highly doubted that.
I stayed lying on the top of the hard surface.
“Yeah, stay just like that,” Sir mused, stepping back, leaving a cold chill from his touch.
I sniffed, not daring to move other than to breathe.
There was no way to know what Sir was doing behind me. He could be doing any number of things. From taking pictures of my bare, pale butt, to jerking off. Or just standing there and admiring me in a way only he could do.
Blinking the tears from my eyes, I put all my focus on my breathing. If my lungs couldn’t keep air in them and panic set in, who knows what he’d do to me. The times before hadn’t turned out well, but at the same time, Sir wanted to punish me. It was always a game to him and nothing would change.
Soon enough, the order for me to stand was barked out sharply. I didn’t hesitate to do so, letting the skirt fall back to the ground. I didn’t dare turn around until he told me to.
Keeping my eyes pinned to the floor, Sir’s hands came into view as he pulled up the skirt in front.
When my privates were free to view, Sir made a sound of disappointment. “Such a slut.”
A warm, rough hand cupped my front, easily covering everything I had. I’d seen Sir’s front a number of times, and I felt small and insignificant against him.
I shrunk into myself, feeling worthless.
“I think you’re broken,” he muttered, squeezing hard enough that I gritted in a breath. “Can’t get hard. How anyone was willing to pay money for such a worthless piece of meat like you is beyond me. But you look so pretty all dressed up for me.”
I turned my head, willing the bile to stay down. Vomiting while in the presence of Sir was another no-breaking rule.
“Hold this up.” He waited, thankfully, for a single moment for me to hold up the skirt up past my waist. My hands shook like they so often did.
Sir stepped back enough to grab something off the bed. He didn’t speak a single word as he fiddled with the black thing, pulling it apart into two pieces.
I hissed as the cold of the object seeped into my skin as he placed it around my small cock and balls, then secured something to it. Afterward, he slipped the silky underwear back over the front of me and pulled the skirt back down.
“Not like anyone can tell what’s beneath that thing,” he stood there, looking me up and down. “You are one pretty little thing, though. Too bad I need money or I’d keep you myself.”
I swallowed thickly, the saliva getting stuck in my throat for a moment before it slid down.
I had no clue what he was talking about. But it left a bad feeling in my gut.
“You won’t disappoint me, will you?”
I shook my head, causing my hair to flip into my face with the quick movement. I’d try my best, but I was a disappointment to him either way.
“Bend over, pet.”
Doing as ordered I bent in half, touching my toes. The thing in my butt moved, pressing more into something inside of me at the motion.
Sir’s hands landed on each of my hips, holding me still as I sniffed. His hard private member pressed against my butt once he was behind me.
“Nope. This won’t work. Lean over the dresser.”
It took seconds for him to move my body to do just that. This time, both of my arms were on top of the dresser and my breath ghosted out of me. The back of the skirt was lifted once more.
My breath came heavy as the sound of his zipper echoed in the room. Then, it hitched as his hard skin touched the underside of my butt, right between where the thing in my butt was, and the other thing that caged the front of me up.
“So soft.” He panted, rubbing against me.
I didn’t bother to fight the tears this time, letting them fall to the dresser, leaving more stains to the mix.
I wasn’t sure if I preferred Sir using me this way or taking out his anger on my body. Both left me in tears, left me defeated, and lonely for something better.
Soon enough, he finished, letting his warm seed splatter against me, dripping to the floor.
“Now,” he breathed heavily against my back, “a reminder if you don’t behave.”
There was no warning. Sir went from being as kind as he could be, to smacking his hand as hard as he could against my butt.
Instantly, there was a stinging fire as he reigned hits on me.
Over and over. Each time his hand hit the thing in my butt, pushing it farther into me with each passing movement.
I sobbed, not able to do anything else. My legs threatened to give out. My thumb found its way to my mouth as the smack continued.