Chapter 3- Alone:
"You don't have a problem waiting here with Danny while I go to the store do you, hun?"
"No mom I'm good."
She kissed him goodbye and I literally almost threw up. Something was...off about this guy.
She left and closed the door behind her. Now I was alone...with him.
"So, how old are you Trina?"
How does he know my name?
"Um...18"
"Cool." He takes a sip of his coffee.
"I'm going up to my room."
I stand up, turning to leave. He grabs my hand.
"I'm going to my room I said."
He pulls me to him. "You're not going anywhere, bitch." He throws me to the ground.
"Danny, what the-?" He grabs me by my hair and pulls me to my feet.
"Now listen here, you will address me as Sir, or Master when I speak to you. We are NOT on a first name basis, slut."
I didn't know where this was coming from, but I kind of liked it...as wrong as that sounded.
He smacked me hard. " I asked you a question, slut."
"Yes, Master."
"Good girl. Now you will strip and kneel in front of the couch. You will not move unless instructed, do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir."
So I waited as he prodded around the kitchen. I wonder what he's doing in there. I flinch as a fly lands on my shoulder, and of course guess who saw it.
"The fuck did I tell you?" Another slap.
"Not to move, Master."
"So why did you?"
"Because a fly landed on me, Sir."
"And you think I care?"
I bow my head in shame as I knew what was coming next. He sits on the couch.
"Come. Over my lap."
I obey.
"Count every one. You will get 10 for disobeying me."
Smack!
"One, Master!" I managed to rasp out.
Smack!
"Two, Master!"
This continued until ten, and my ass was on fire.
"You might want to keep that covered." He laughed.
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RomanceReal life fiction- it's not an oxymoron; real life fiction is a non-fiction that has been exaggerated, and has had some fictional elements added to it. Which means SOME (not all) these events are real, and have literally happened to me...Enjoy!