Chapter 7
Atlas
I could see the girl was terrified. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. Looking at her, I smiled. My voice was low and pleasant.
“The locks are all electronic. You can’t leave without opening them with the remote, and I have it in my pocket, so don’t get any ideas about escaping.”
I laid her on top of my mattress. She didn’t fuss, but her eyes followed my every move. Her face, neck and arms are dirty from running in the woods. She kept her legs tightly closed so I couldn’t see her pussy, which was barely covered by her skimpy thong, anyway.
Little did she know, I watched her masturbate many times. I had to fucking jerk off, imagining it was my cock plowing into her cunt. I look down at her feet and shake my head.
They are a goddamn mess. She was such a bad girl, running away from me. What good did it do? Now, she has open cuts all along the bottoms of her heels.
She needs to be disciplined and tamed. I won’t do anything tonight. It's too soon. She needs to bathe, and I need to bandage her up. I know she is worried about her punishment, and she should be, but I won't go too hard on her.
The discipline I choose for my targets is ruthless and violent, to say the least.
Of course, I would never use such harsh tactics on her, and I certainly have no desire to mutilate my property. I want to play with her for a long time, so I need to keep her in tip-top condition. She is finally mine.
The girl will get used to everything I throw at her. I will have her eating out of my hand within three to four weeks, tops. I am not a traditional man with a bleeding heart. I can snap a neck with no remorse, but I am someone who can show tenderness to the girl after I put her through the wringer.
Because of my busy schedule, I haven't been able to pay to get my rocks off in the last couple of months. I'll be compassionate towards my pet when I whip her. I never show pity to the whores I use.
They are paid a lot of money to let me play hard when I am in the mood.
It can't be all that bad because I have been using the same girls every time I come back to Rhode Island.
I usually draw blood from my whores. When I finally get my pet under control, I will have to hold back when I begin her training, so I don't go overboard.
I don't want to push her too hard and shatter her into a million pieces. She is quite feisty with a smart mouth. I may never have her total submission without doing irreparable harm to her beautiful skin.
I'll take it one day at a time. She ran from me, so the return in thirty days is void. She’ll just have to fucking deal with it. I entered the master bathroom and ran the water for my little captive. I need to get her cleaned up.
She looks like a homeless person who hasn't showered in a week. Her hair is matted, and her tee shirt is filthy. Her tears tonight were my fault, but I didn't physically cause them. I understand why she is petrified.
I came out of nowhere and kidnapped her. She must know I won’t hurt her badly. She has already given me a ration of shit, and I restrained myself from disciplining her.
If it were anyone else, I would have used the belt on their ass, but I decided to give her some time to adjust. Control is my thing. I am a very dominant man. I've been in charge of my life since I was seventeen. I also had guardianship of my brothers.
A lot of responsibility was thrown at me when I was just a teenager. It wasn't easy looking after them, but I think I did well, considering my fucked-up mental state. With the help of some relatives, they turned out better than I did.
I am a control freak, and I have been for most of my life. I wouldn't have all I've acquired if I were more laid-back. I rule an impressive empire, and Kitlyn is part of it now. I have a shiny new toy that must be polished and cared for.
I have never been in a long-term relationship, but I am sure I can be gentle and caring when needed. She is almost perfect. With just a few adjustments here and there, she will be molded into exactly what I want.
I am very demanding, and I expect nothing but obedience from my willful pet. I won't allow her to throw tantrums whenever she feels like it.
That is unacceptable behavior and will not be tolerated. My biggest kinks are control and degradation. There is something about a woman begging for mercy, which brings out the animal in me. The girl will be a handful; I can see that. I am more than ready to take on the challenge.
I walked back into the bedroom. She was still lying quietly, her eyes darting back and forth between me and the room. She was taking in her surroundings, probably looking for a way out. There was none.
Everything is locked up tight. There is no escaping my prison. Wait until she sees the soundproof room I built for her. It’s exactly like mine, but the walls are a little different. That may send her over the edge, but I will soothe her fears when the time comes.
Although there aren’t any houses close by, I can’t risk someone hearing her cries or tantrums. Once I get her to the island, she can run wild for all I care. There will be no one around to hear her screams.
I stood in front of her, smiling. I know I am intimidating, so I’m not surprised when she shrinks away from me.
“OK, pet. It’s time to get into the tub. Remove your clothes so I can clean those feet before they get infected.”
Her eyes flew open, and her face turned red.
“What?? I don’t need you to bathe me. I will tend to my own bath. My feet are full of cuts, but I am not crippled. I’m able to care for myself, thank you.”
I raised my brows, frowning at her. “Listen, Kitty Cat, it is getting late. You are taking a bath, and I will assist you with those fucking feet. Now, either you get up and remove your clothes, or I will do it myself."
I don't care about her goddamn modesty. She will do as she is told, when she is told.
"There is no need to feel embarrassed. I have seen you naked many times over the last three months. I even watched you play with yourself when I snuck into your bedroom and hid in the closet, so let’s go now!"
That wasn't the truth. I watched her on the cameras, but never told her I had access to them.
I wasn't in the mood for anymore bullshit. I was pissed off, and my voice was stern.
"I am losing my patience. I only want to get you ready for bed and tucked in for the night."
Her face turned three shades of red when I told her I spied on her during her most intimate moments, and I didn't give a flying fuck. It's been a long day, and I was running out of steam, which means lights out for my pet.