Chapter 19
Steam starts filling the bathroom, but I don’t move as Zane adjusts the temperature of the shower.
My knees are biting into the bathmat; the slight pain mixed with the heavy collar and chain around my neck are a constant reminder of my position.
Of the choice I’ve made to embrace it. Of my desire to submit to him completely.
Zane’s finally coming into the role I’ve been fantasizing about, and the transformation is breathtaking.
The hesitant, conflicted man has been replaced with someone confident and commanding.
Someone I knew was in there all along, I just had to coax him out.
No normal person hits someone with their car and tries to get away with murder, then chains them up in their basement.
As soon as he admitted what had happened, I knew it was just a matter of time to get us here.
Turns out I just had the wrong nickname.
I thought going for something a little more playful and commonly used like Daddy would be easier for him to accept, but apparently my kidnapper is more hardcore than that and wants to be my master instead.
Fine by me. I’m thrilled to find out Zane might actually be as deviant as I am.
“Stand up,” he orders, his firm tone cutting through my thoughts, and I obey immediately.
He reaches out, his fingers tracing the chain attached to the collar before finding the lock.
“Do you have to take it off?” I ask with a slight plea.
I’ve grown quite fond of the metal around my neck, of the claim he’s had over me for longer than he was ready to admit.
Someone with higher self-preservation skills than I possess would be eager to have him take the collar off, to have earned his trust enough to be one step closer to freedom.
But I’m perfectly content right where I am, collar and all.
He bites his bottom lip as his pupils dilate, his expression full of heat. Zane obviously likes having his chain around my neck just as much as I do. “The chain probably can’t get wet. I don’t know if it will rust, but the collar can stay on.”
He takes out his keys and unlocks the collar from the chain. I flinch as it falls free and clanks against the floor. My skin feels strangely bare without its weight.
Zane puts the keys back in his pocket and turns his attention to me. His gaze slowly rakes over me before his hands grip the bottom of my shirt. “I’m going to undress you now.”
I nod, standing as still as I can, afraid one wrong move will remind Zane that this is all new to him and cause him to pull back again.
He slowly pulls off my shirt, taking a moment to admire my bare chest before removing my pants as well.
He steps back, and I raise my chin, enjoying the attention of his gaze roaming my naked form.
He chuckles. “You know exactly how pretty you are, don’t you?”
“Yes. But that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the reminder.” I wink at him, and he laughs again.
“What the hell am I going to do with you?”
“Anything you’d like. That’s kind of the whole point. I’m yours.”
He bites his lip like he’s trying to hold back a full-blown smile, but I know it’s there. We’re going to have so much fun together now that he’s finally accepting who he was meant to be.
“Well, I like to take good care of my things, Pet. So let’s get you cleaned up and fed, hmm?” Zane motions me toward the shower and pulls the curtain back. “Get in.”
I step over the edge of the tub and under the hot spray, closing my eyes as it cascades down my hair.
After a long moment, I step back, still facing the water until my face is out of the stream, and to my surprise, Zane joins me.
I wish he’d step in closer, grind his cock right into my ass, even if he’s probably too tall for that, but he keeps some space between us.
I’m not sure what to do but breathe a sigh of relief when he places his hands on my hips possessively.
“I want to wash every inch of you,” he murmurs in my ear, as one of his hands slowly reaches around my chest up to my neck to squeeze. “Your body needs to know exactly who you belong to.”
I groan at his claim and the feel of his body closer to mine with his hand still wrapped around my throat, thumb brushing under the metal of the collar.
It’s hard to decide which necklace I like best: the collar or his hand.
Testing the space, I shift back slightly, and sure enough his erection bumps my lower back.
He doesn’t pull away, so I take it as an invitation to push back until our thighs are touching and his slightly erratic breath is panting in my ear.
Suddenly, there’s a sharp pain in my neck, completely separate from the way his hand was holding me, and I turn to realize Zane is biting me, as if he wants to leave his mark on my skin. I let out a surprised laugh before whimpering in approval, delighted by this new possessive side of him.
Zane steps back, reaching for the soap and lathering his hands before beginning to explore my body. He hasn’t touched my dick yet, and I wonder if this will be the first time. Fuck, I hope so. I want to feel his big hands all over me.
“Wow, this is nice,” I whisper, unable to swallow the words down.
His touch is possessive, firm, and claiming as he runs his strong, soapy hands over my chest, back, and ass, squeezing and rubbing as he does, as if he’s trying to learn every inch of me. But even with the roughness, I can sense care in his actions.
“What made you give in?” I ask, voice a little breathier than I expected.
He’s quiet, and I’m worried he might overthink his answer, but eventually he shrugs. “You. You got in my head, Little Psycho. You made me consider things I probably never would have admitted I wanted otherwise. Apparently, you saw something in me that I wasn’t ready to see in myself.”
I nod in understanding because I’ve fantasized about this moment countless times—being owned by someone who understands the darkness inside me and isn’t afraid to match it. Encourages it even.
The reality of actually sharing this with Zane is so much better than I could have imagined, and we’re only just getting started on this journey into my deepest, darkest fantasies.
If all he ever does is fuck my face while reminding me that he owns me, I’ll be a happy man, but I’m positive we can go farther.
It’s only been a few days, and we’ve come so far already.
He might be in charge in this dynamic—and yes, with the whole technically kidnapped thing—but I’m not without power, and he knows it.
He waited for me to give my consent again.
He gave me a safe word. He can pretend like I inspired him, but let’s be real, this man is not as innocent to kinky shit as he claims to be.
Zane’s hands move down my chest and stomach once again, and I almost stop breathing as I await his next move. His fingers slowly shift lower to my shaft as he runs his soapy hand over me. My dick is already rock hard again, despite two orgasms today.
“You’re so responsive,” Zane murmurs as his thumb circles the head of my cock.
He stares at my dick as he explores. There’s nothing sexual about it.
He twists his palm up and down, spreading the soap before cupping my balls and cradling them in his hand.
“I like seeing the proof of your attraction to me. That you might actually be enjoying this as much as I am, despite our positions being so different.”
“Only for you, Master,” I respond automatically.
He chuckles a low, predatory sound that sends a shiver down my spine. “Good answer.”
He quickly washes himself, then turns me around so I’m facing him and runs a hand over my ass. I’m shocked when he pushes my cheeks apart and runs a finger through my crack, over my hole, and he must see it on my face. “I said every inch, Mason.”
I gulp in response, wanting him to press inside me desperately, but biting my tongue. We have time. We have so much time.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he commands as he removes his hand.
“That I never want this to end,” I reply honestly. “That this is exactly what I’ve always hoped I’d find.”
“You actually fantasize about this? About being owned by someone?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“What other fucked-up fantasies do you have?” he prompts, not in a judgmental way but with the curiosity of someone who might be interested in bringing them to life.
I take in a breath, ignoring my hard cock that’s now rubbing against his thigh since he’s nearly half a foot taller than me.
I try my best to ignore his dick straining toward my belly button.
I want to drop to my knees again, but I also want to tell him everything so maybe we can act them all out, so I focus on sharing my fantasies.
“I want to be punished, spanked, humiliated. I want to be forced, taken against my will, fighting back but secretly wanting it—the CNC we talked about. I want you to fuck my face with that mask on. Have you wear it and chase me through the woods. I’ve wondered about knife and blood play.
Being shared with others, if my owner desires it”—his eyes darken at this, but I keep going—“being displayed like my art for everyone to admire but knowing only my owner gets to keep me.”
Zane’s breathing has grown heavier, and his dick is leaking against my stomach now. A wicked grin takes over his face. “Fucking hell, you really are a little freak.”
“I have a very active imagination,” I agree with a small smile, not feeling an ounce of shame when his dick is giving away how much he likes it. He’s right that seeing your partner’s desire is hot as fuck. “And a lot of time alone with books.”
He captures my chin in his hand, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Which one of these fantasies do you think about the most?”
“All of them,” I reply without hesitation.
“Not an answer, but I have some ideas.” He turns off the water and gets out, grabbing two folded towels from the rack.
I step out of the tub, and he dries me carefully as though I’m something precious before I quickly use the toilet, and he helps me into a clean pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt that smells like him.
Finally, he reattaches the chain around my neck as promised.
The second the lock clicks into place, I break out into a grin.
“Comfortable?” he asks, smirking.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He throws on loose sweats and grabs the chain to lead me back into the bedroom.
“I’ll feed you now.” He sits on the edge of the bed, and I stand in front of him, waiting for instruction while he unpacks the food.
He grabs a pillow and sets it on the floor between his spread legs.
“On your knees.” I obey, appreciating the consideration he has for my comfort, and once I’m settled, he adds, “Rest your head on my thigh if you’d like. ”
So I do, nuzzling into him a bit, enjoying the contact and how close I feel to him right now.
He smirks as he pulls the food out. It’s a chicken and pasta dish and smells as amazing as when he first brought it home.
My stomach rumbles, and Zane carefully stabs the plastic fork into the container before holding up a bite for me.
Being fed like this sends a spike of adrenaline through me.
“Open up, Pet.”
“This is so much better than that protein bar the first morning,” I remind him before I part my lips obediently, my eyes fixed on his as he brings the first forkful to my mouth. It’s delicious, but the taste is nothing compared to the heady rush of this new experience.
Zane watches me chew, never taking his eyes off me. It’s degrading in a way. I’m a grown man being fed like a child, but the degradation is part of the appeal. The humiliation turns me on, and the act itself reminds me of the power he holds over me.
Just a couple of weeks ago, I was overwhelmed and annoyed by having to decide what to eat every day, to cook or go out, to have to deal with groceries and make a list. It felt like a waste of my mental energy most of the time.
Now, a sexy man is hand-feeding me a delicious meal I didn’t have any part in getting. Talk about a fantasy come to life.
Zane continues feeding me, bite by bite. There’s no rush or impatience on his end as he watches me eat, no longer guarding his expression as he stares at my mouth longingly. Each forkful feels like a reminder that he cares about me.
By the time the container is empty, I’m full. I feel nourished, but more than that, I feel cherished.
Zane puts everything off to the side before stroking his fingers through my hair. “Was that good, Pet?”
I smile up at him, my head still resting on his thigh. “Yes, Master. Thank you for dinner.”
“You’re welcome. You’ve been such a good boy for me.”
“Did I earn a reward?” I ask hopefully as I pointedly shift my gaze to the bulge in his pants.
He laughs. “Not that kind of reward. I was thinking you could sleep in here tonight. With me, if you’d like?”
I immediately nod, biting my lip to keep back my grin, but I can’t contain it. I knew I’d get him to let me sleep in his bed! It’s fucking happening. Finally.
He notices my giddiness at getting what I want and chuckles. “Your collar is going to be chained to it.”
“Great because I don’t want to leave. Why would I when I have everything I’ve ever desired right here?”