Chapter 11 #3
“Eat up,” he says, putting a plate of pretty perfectly done eggs in front of me. “You’re going to need your strength today.”
“I am? Why?”
“Isn’t today your full day shift at the restaurant?”
I feel myself go hot. I don’t know why, but I don’t want to tell him I got fired. It’s not like he’s such a good person he’ll be horrified by me not having a job right now. I just feel guilty about it, I guess, and I know he won’t approve.
“I, uh, no,” I say. “They changed my shifts.”
That’s technically true, the best kind of true.
“Did they,” he says, abandoning the pan on the stove for a moment to come over to me and tilt my chin up toward him. He looks into my eyes with an inquisitive gaze. “What aren’t you telling me, Laura?”
“I got fired,” I admit.
“So you tried to lie to me just now by saying they changed your shifts.”
“No. I mean, um, I guess, technically.”
He pulls my chair out with me in it, takes me by the arm, and leads me over to a corner of the kitchen next to the door. “You can stand there,” he says. “And think about what should happen to little girls who lie.”
Well, this is embarrassing, but like most things he does to me, kind of hot somehow. I never know what Sam is going to do next, which should really create anxiety, but somehow only ever leads to anticipation. There’s probably a study paper in that somewhere.
He goes back to the kitchen. I hear the drawers open, listen to the rustle of a paper bag as he reaches for some ingredients he must have had delivered while I was still asleep. My eggs are going to get cold, but I stay in place anyway, wondering how long he’s planning on keeping me here…
“Bend over,” he says. “Palms on the wall, feet apart.”
I lean forward in that position he demands, and feel him slide my pajama pants down, spread my ass cheeks with his hand. Something organic feeling presses up against my anus, then starts to push in.
“What is it? What is happening?”
“This is ginger root,” he says. “This will feel hot inside your naughty, lying little ass.”
“I don’t lie!”
“That’s right. You certainly won’t be lying as long as you’re in my care,” he growls in my ear, twisting the ginger root slowly inside my butt in a screwing motion.
I whimper, but that has never done me any good where Sam is concerned. He seats the ginger nice and deep inside me, then releases my cheek and slaps it.
“Stay there,” he says.
“Ow, it’s starting to hurt. Are you sure this is safe?”
“Your rear has the same receptors your mouth does for spice,” he explains. “So you’re going to feel the heat. It’s not going to hurt you.”
The seconds pass by, feeling like minutes. I don’t like being stuck in this corner. I don’t like missing breakfast. I don’t like feeling as though I am being punished for no good reason. I didn’t do anything wrong, I tell myself.
“But this isn’t fair,” I complain after a minute or two. “I’m not in control of getting fired or not.”
“Is that right? Were you just laid off with other waitresses because business was slow?”
“No,” I admit as he returns, putting one hand possessively on the back of my neck.
“Why were you fired?”
“Because I missed some shifts and then the one I did go to I was so fucked up and erratic they thought I might be high, and wanted to drug test me. I refused.”
“You are so naughty,” he says, spanking my cheek lightly. “You refused to pee in a little bottle, and now you have no job at all. Did that seem like a good idea?”
“I didn’t care,” I say. “I didn’t know what happened to you, and I didn’t care anymore.”
“So you were reckless because you were in a mood because you didn’t know where I was.”
He reaches down and toys with the ginger, thrusting it in and out of my ass a little, which only serves to make that spicy heat flare inside my body.
“Is that what happened? You came back from Los Angeles and decided to be rebellious and off-task at work?”
“I wasn’t rebellious. I was distracted by everything. How was I supposed to concentrate on pasta and fries when…”
“When what?”
“When you were somewhere,” I finish my thought.
“Somewhere. Out of sight, but not out of mind. Is my little captive fuck toy possessive?”
“I might be,” I admit.
“That’s not your job,” he says. “I know you’ve taken it on yourself to follow your family around and make sure they’re all taken care of, and you feel entitled to know where everyone is all the time, but I am not part of your family.
I am something else to you entirely, aren’t I.
I’m your owner. I’m the one who claimed you in the middle of the night.
You might not always know where I am and what I am doing, but you can trust that you don’t need to.
I will always know where you are, and I will know when you get yourself fired. ”
“You already knew? Ow!” I gasp as a sharp slap lands on my ass.
“Of course I knew, Laura. I keep very close tabs on you.”
That makes me feel so… I don’t know. Loved? Owned? Controlled? It’s hard to say what is good and what is bad, but I know what he says is true. He is in absolute control, and I am just the filthy little fuck toy who keeps acting like she has some right to worry
“I know when you sleep. I know when you scroll. I know when your attention is drifting in class, and I know when you are paying good attention. It is my business to have complete control of you, no matter where either one of us are in the world. Do you understand?”
He pulls the ginger out slowly, prompting me to answer with some real enthusiasm.
“Yes!” I say. “I’m… um. I’m not in charge. And owwww!”
He’s spanked me again, just for his own amusement. I can’t believe I got in this much trouble before I even got a chance to have breakfast. Feels inhumane.
“I’m going to show you just how much I own you,” he purrs in my ear. “I’m going to show this tight little ass of yours what it’s like to be properly fucked.”
“You’re too injured to do that,” I say. “You can’t…”
He drips a thick glob of lubricant on my ass, then tells me to stay still while holding me in place.
It turns out he absolutely can fuck me. Whatever happened to him has only served to make him hard as hell. I guess he’s regaining a sense of control by dominating me in this primal way.
I can’t analyze him while he pushes his cock inside me. As I feel his thick head start pushing up into me, my mind goes absolutely blank.
“Naughty girl gets fired from work and ends up with her spicy ass being fucked in the morning,” he says, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of my tightest hole.
“You’re going to apologize to your boss for not taking the test. You’re going to tell him that you were being very rude and spoiled,” he says. “And you’re going to go back to work there.” He thrusts deep, making me take his cock at its full length inside my ass.
I manage to get two brain cells to fire.
“I don’t want to go back there.”
“And that’s why you will. I didn’t ask what you wanted. I told you what you are going to do. It’s important that a young lady is able to earn her own way in the world. And I think you look cute in the uniform.”
He starts spanking my ass in between thrusts, using my tight anal hole with complete ownership. He’s been careful with me while pressing my limits to the absolute extreme. I feel like I might shatter under him, but I know if I do, he’ll pick up each and every one of my many pieces.
I come. I don’t know where the orgasm comes from, because I didn’t think being fucked in the ass could make you come, but all of a sudden I am shaking, wailing and clenching his cock with my ass as my pussy quivers with a desperate kind of urge to milk the cum from his cock.
He comes at the same time, his climax following mine. I feel him sink deep inside my ass and fill me up, his teeth on the back of my neck, one hand clenched in my hair as he makes full and complete use of me.
“Good girl,” he praises as he slides slowly out of me, dropping a kiss on the back of my head as he helps me stand up.
“I don’t want to go back to work,” I say when I get my brain back.
He smiles at me with a certain amount of indulgence.
God. He still looks so fucking hot half naked and covered in bandages.
His hair is hanging in his eyes, sweaty from the effort of fucking me.
My pussy is still throbbing. He could take a shower and fuck me again.
We could stay in bed all day long. I would let him use me if it meant I didn’t have to go back to work at the restaurant.
He reaches for me and runs his hand through my hair, which is all mussed around my face from the rigorous handling.
“You’re going to do as you are told because it’s who you are and it’s what your life needs to be for the moment.
You don’t want to become a monster’s kept pet, do you?
Imagine day after day being sexually used, not attending your classes or earning any of your own money.
Simply being… I need you to keep living your life because I don’t want you being linked to me,” he says.
“You’re going to work tonight. And you’re going to school today.
You’re going to live your life as you always have. It’s the only way to keep you safe.”
“From who?”
“Telling you would also be a good way to put you in danger, and I have no intention of doing that.”
He pats my butt, which is still leaking his cum. “Now go and have a good day at school.”
Sitting in what should be Sam’s class, trying hard to pay attention to what Professor Bloom is saying, I wonder what the fuck I have gotten myself into. I wanted Sam to come to me, and he did. But he came even more fucked up than he usually does.
Was he in danger last night? I doubt it somehow. He seems like the sort of guy who is the danger. But people fight back sometimes. I have to know what actually happened. I can’t live in ignorance. Not about this.