Chapter 15
Atlas
I rubbed my chin, contemplating whether to tell her Tuna was staying at my house or that he was already adopted. I shrugged. She deserved the truth. I will be honest with her.
“Yes, I went to your place. I took a handful of clothes for you to wear for the next few days. My brother will shop for you, so you will have plenty of outfits while we are here. When we get to St. Thomas, we can go shopping together. As far as your cat is concerned, he is fine. He is running around the house somewhere. I will wait until tomorrow to find him a new home.”
Her mood lifted, and she became excited at the mere mention of the animal.
“He is here? Oh, my God. Please, can I see him? You don’t understand; he is like my child.
Please, can I keep him? What harm would he be?
I will take care of his litter box. I can keep it right here in this room with me.
My behavior will change, and I promise to watch my smart mouth.
My cat needs to be with me. I'd get on my knees and beg at your feet, but unfortunately, I'm chained up. "
She started to cry.
"Please, please…let me keep him."
I studied her as she pleaded for her cat. She was just beautiful. I like it when she begs. If she were bargaining with me to keep him, I would make the most of it.
“So, you want to make a deal, pet? The cat for your submission to me? I can make that happen, but the question is, will you renege on the deal like you did when you ran last night?”
Her eyes brightened, and the tears ceased immediately.
“Honest to God. If you let me keep my cat, I will not fight bath time or hesitate to remove my clothes in your presence. I will be on my best behavior. I promise. If I am not, you can whip my ass if that pleases you!”
What other choice did I have anyway?
Fighting him was pointless. At least I could keep my cat out of this sucky situation.
I looked at her, amused.
She will submit to keep her damn cat. I know she won't behave for too long, especially when I tell her about my plans for her to have her tubes tied in a couple of months.
I think it's a fair trade, the cat for her good behavior, or I can whip her ass. Let’s see how long this lasts when I subject her to the punishments she owes me.
I grinned at my little prisoner, knowing this would be a tough challenge for her, even with her cat as collateral.
“Ok. I will tell you what. I will allow you to keep Tuna if you behave. Make sure you can keep your end of the deal, sweetheart, because if you defy me, I am going to flog you, and you damn well know I mean it. I will enjoy seeing you writhe and beg for mercy."
Her eyes came back to life, and her smile widened.
My voice was gentle, but serious.
"I will release you after we eat if you promise not to fall apart again and tear the bandages from your feet. Remember, you still owe me three punishments, and I will dole one out shortly. There is no bargaining for that.”
She swallowed hard, but kept her composure.
"I promise I will be on my best behavior for you. I understand I was very bad, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep him.”
Fuck! I just sold my soul to the Devil.
I couldn’t contain my smile, knowing I would have my kitty begging me for mercy sooner than I thought. I can’t wait to play with her.
“I will remove the restraints from your wrists so you can eat. The chains on your ankles are long enough for you to sit up. I have a tray for you to enjoy your lunch comfortably while you rest your feet. We can talk while have lunch. I will bring your cat to you after I finish giving you a bath and your punishment is over.”
I smiled at her.
"Remember our deal. I’d hate to put more welts on your ass without subjecting you to pleasure at the same time."
I removed her wrists from the cuffs, allowing her enough freedom to eat. Her legs will stay restrained for now. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up into a sitting position. The chains were long enough, allowing her to close her legs while she sat.
Her lips trembled, and her eyes started tearing up.
“Why the tears, pet? Aren’t you excited about having Tuna stay with you?”
She nodded. “Yes, I am crying because I am happy. Thank you so much for this. I am so grateful.”
I raised a brow and grinned, feeling victorious.
“Well, you offered me a bargain I just couldn’t refuse. I dislike having a litter pan in my house, but I can manage if you keep it clean. If I smell anything, the deal is off.”
She smiled; her voice sounded excited. “I will keep it clean. You won’t smell a thing, I promise. I never let it get dirty and gross at home, and I will do the same here.”
I set the tray up in front of her.
There was a nice helping of macaroni salad, a lean, thick slice of baked ham and cheese on a beautiful French roll, a choice of condiments, a slice of strawberry cheesecake, a can of ginger ale, and a bottle of water.
“Here you go, pet. Eat up while I explain what is going to happen moving forward.”
She looked beautiful. Her long, dark lashes rimmed a set of emerald green eyes I had never seen before. I found her irresistible, and she belonged to me! I had to restrain myself from taking her right then and there.
I wanted to fuck her senseless.
She looked at me between bites of her sandwich. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was. Thank you for the lunch.”
Such a sweet attitude from my girl, and all for a cat.
I grinned at her. “The food and drink are part of your room and board. That’s the least I can do for the use of your body."
She stiffened at my choice of words but kept silent.
"Tuna is part of your submission to me, so mind your manners, or the cat goes."
She took a big gulp of soda and smiled at me again.
“Well, I will be on my best behavior, but honestly, her eyes darted back and forth, and her hand trembled; if you burn my flesh or do something horrific to my body, I can’t promise I won’t try to wriggle away or scream."
With a smile, I finished what remained of my sandwich and washed it down with the last of my water.
“I can promise you I will not burn your flesh, so stop letting your imagination get the best of you."
She looked at me cautiously before replying.
“W....well, I don’t know you or what you are capable of. After you spanked me almost raw, and I saw those things in the closet, well, yeah, I am a little worried about what your plans are for me.”
I reached out and caressed her leg while she bit into her cheesecake. She didn’t flinch or try to pull away this time.
She has Tuna on her mind.
“Let me explain things in more detail so you will understand who I am and why you are here. As I have told you many times, I consider you my property. I am obsessed with you. I don’t care about why anymore.
I want to play with your body, bringing you pain mixed with pleasure.
I discovered BDSM as a teenager, and it has shaped who I am ever since. "
My hand traveled higher, resting on her thigh.
She didn't flinch, but she had a worried look.
I smiled as I continued my journey, testing her reaction.
"My ability to kill people without remorse is irrelevant. This is a sexual fetish, and nothing more."
She shifted her eyes from side to side.
“So, are you going to whip me and cane me often?”
I rested one hand on her thigh and rubbed my chin with the other.
“Not every day, but if I inflict pain on you for my own desire, it won’t be without a reward.
I will never draw blood from your skin. I don’t want you full of scars.
However, I won't reward you for discipline.
You will deal with the punishment without pleasure. "
She laughed nervously. "I suppose I can’t bargain my way out of the punishments I owe you.”
I raised my brows, grinning at her. “I rarely bargain on a punishment, but I can give you a choice. Which would you prefer? Pain or humiliation?”
She cleared her throat before answering my question.
“I hate pain, even though I self-harmed as a teenager, cutting myself. I think that was a different type of pain. It-“
I interrupted before she could finish.
“You were a cutter in the past?” I asked her, surprised.
“I saw no scars on you when I put you in the tub.”
Her eyes moved back and forth as her mind sifted through her memories.
“I had some scars on my thighs, the back of my knees, and the upper part of my legs.
Laser surgery removed them. I had to have quite a few sessions before they disappeared.
I never cut myself deeply, just on the surface of my skin.
" Her eyes fluttered as the memories came flooding back.
"It was still painful, though, and now that I think of it, I welcomed all of that discomfort with pleasure. I found release in the pain I created."
My brow lifted as my gaze burned into her.
I didn’t know I had a little cutter on my hands. I can feel myself salivating as I listened to her talk about how she enjoyed the pain.
“So, tell me, when did you stop hurting yourself?”
She moved her head to the side, digging through her past.
“It was when I was about seventeen years old, I believe. At my father's request, I had to see a shrink for a while. My mother and I had a horrible relationship, and she used to beat me with belts, paddles, shoes, fly swatters, and whatever else she could get her nasty hands on. My childhood wasn’t all roses and dandelions. It was pretty screwed up.”
She swallowed as she continued her tale.
“Because of all the neglect and abuse my mother inflicted on me, I cut all ties with her for good. I haven’t spoken to her in about five years. She was a waste of oxygen, as far as I'm concerned. My only family is Becca and, of course, Tuna."
She pushed the tray away.
"Enough about my tragic life. I am finished eating if you want to take this. I want to get out of these clothes and into the shower or tub, whichever you prefer. This shirt is just too big on me, and it’s uncomfortable.”
So, her mother used to abuse her physically, and she cut herself to relieve the emotional pain?
I can train this little beauty to be precisely what I need her to be.
It may take some time to bring that part of her personality back to the surface, but I know it won’t take as long as I thought.
Deep down, whether or not she believes it, she is a masochist. I removed the tray and released her ankles from the cuffs.
She was still sitting on the bed when I sat beside her.
My closeness made her swallow nervously.
She was still very wary, and I didn't blame her for it, but she’ll get used to me.
I am not too hard to please; if she does what I want, she will have the world at her feet for her sacrifice to my debauchery.
I reached over and unbuttoned my huge shirt that hung off her little body.
She sat there without moving. I could hardly hear her breathing.
Such a good girl. That cat must mean a lot for her to give herself to me so willingly. I removed the garment, leaving her naked on the bed.
God, I am going to have to fuck her soon.
It was becoming more difficult not to take her every time I bathed or changed her bandages. My fucking balls felt like they were turning black and blue with tension. I will probably have to rub one out at some point today.
I removed the bandages from her feet to prepare her for her bath. I would have put her into the shower, but I didn’t want her standing without the gauze on.
“Sit right here. Don’t get up. You can’t put pressure on those cuts for a few days. Doctor’s orders."
She lifted her arm, noticing the small Band-Aid. Her voice was almost a whisper. “I guess he put the tracker in my arm while I was sleeping.”
I looked at her, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "I told you he was going to do it. I don't lie, Kitten. I also had the birth control implanted in your other arm. As you know, I am going to fuck you eventually. That isn’t a secret."
She gulped loudly, lowering her eyes while squirming uncomfortably. I wanted to fuck her right now, but I kept myself under control.
"Kotyonok, I never kept that a secret from you. You know I can't wait to get into that tight pussy of yours, which will be soon."
She shot daggers at me, but caught herself before letting the venom spew from her tongue.
"I am aware. How could I not be? I am sitting here naked in front of you again. You are bathing and dressing me. I know what's coming, and what does Kotyonok mean?"
I smiled at her; she was just so cute. "It means kitten in Russian." She had a confused look on her face. "You are Russian? You don't have an accent."
I nodded. “Yes, Kitten, I am half Russian and half Portuguese. My father was Russian, and my mother was Portuguese.” I couldn't resist running my hands lightly over her breasts. She flinched but didn't pull away.
That's a good girl.
"Although I lived in Russia for the first seventeen years of my life, my brothers and I settled in America, hence the lack of a Russian accent. We never returned to our home country."
I removed my hand from her fabulous tits and stood up from the bed.
“I’ll be right back. You sit right there. I am going to run the water for your bath.”