Sayter drove me and Briar back separately, I didn't care to remember who was first or if it mattered. I was owned. Never specifically purchased but what could I do against the most powerful man in the continent? The most sadistic, worse than me. What would he do with me when he got bored?
All that money. I owed him all that money.
He did give me a price, it was outrageous, impossible. It was almost a mercy, go figure, that I killed the men myself instead of Sayter, because all that.. what in hell were they thinking?
I felt Sayter studying me, but I didn't look up. I know avoiding him was useless now that I would be living with him but I'm doing my damn best. Or maybe not living as close to him as I make it out, he seemed cruel enough to throw me in a cell, how long would it take until he forgets humans have basic needs like food and water?
"Victoria."
I sure as hell looked up now. Sayter grinned, there was nothing human in it.
"So, that is your name."
"How did you even know?"
"I know everything." Asshole. Asshole. I could only glare at him in this tight spaced ride.
"It's a beautiful name, Victoria." He purred, rolled it off his tongue like it was a place, or a thing. Like the name itself was his possession. I hated that about him, like everything belonged to him, or could if he dared.
"Should I get used to you saying it? Or do I get a collar engraved bunny or pet or bitch."
The seat pushed against my back, I'd been sinking into the leather for a bit, and I was trying my best to disappear into it. Sayter chuckled, "If thats what you want, Victoria."
His voice was still, but the name still intended to be his when he talked, and I was aroused. I repeated his voice in my head, and fell into it for the rest of the ride going nowhere.
Ф
The manor was a dark, brooding place. For him it must be normal, so much he didn't notice me staring down everything. The parts of the walls he didn't paint in black or red were dark oak wood, but, there were windows at least. For light, to make up for the lack of it. On the woe, they were higher up than I would of liked, the wood, I had noticed, was too polished for me to climb to reach up to them. What a terrible place. A too honest representation of himself.
Sayter rested his hands together in front of his lips, he stared across the table at me.
"You're starving but too stubborn to eat."
I pushed my bowl closer to him, it barely closed the distance. The table was long, though there was no need for it to be. I assume he eats alone, does everything alone. Or maybe, he had been waiting for someone. "I don't eat in front of men. It makes me uncomfortable." I wiped a hand over my neck.
A low laugh, his hands withdrew from his face when he swayed his head over. I understood, how could he take some shit excuse like that?
"You seemed comfortable when I knocked our prisoners head in with a dagger while he begged. If you want me to leave you alone darling, think of something better than that you're uncomfortable to eat."
I ignored the last bit. "Our prisoner?"
"Well, you belong to me as much as I do to you. You don't have control over me, of course, but I will be bound to you."
Bound. Bound.
I was glad I hadn't eaten.
"He didn't seem like our prisoner when you took him away from me and did whatever it is the things you do to people."
A smirk that was wicked and seductive closed the distance between the long table, and I felt cursed for the length between us. I'd love to crawled across it, pull that grin into my lips and explore him. "Do you want to see him?"
Leaning back I crossed my arms and clicked my tongue. He only said, "Look into the bowl."
My eyes went wide, and I pulled the bowl close to me. Little bits of boiled vegetables I don't recognize the names of, some meat and broth but no Briar. I looked up, "You're wicked."
"Look closer," he flexed his hands on themselves.
So I did. I gawked at the shining little thing curled at the bottom. A ring.
I looked up, my fingers vibrated on the table. Asshole. Just looking at him made me all the more pissed. Briar was supposed to be mine to kill. Like all my men, he was just another sinful slut. Sayter rolled his cup about the table.
He wasn't smirking when I threw the bowl at his head.
"ASSHOLE."
That wine glass clattered to the floor and spun in a slow circle. He observed his broth covered hands, and cringed when some vegetable the length of a thumb tumbled off his shoulder. Or maybe it was a thumb, one missing a ring.
Sayter slowly turned to me, and in a low, ruthless voice he said, "Come here."
Oh. He was pissed.
"Fuck off."
He slammed a fist on the table, his shirt stuck to him, covered in broth and possibly bits and pieces of Briar. I was shaking, there was nothing furious about it now. I obeyed, and slowly walked to him. He grabbed my hips and threw me over a shoulder, and carried me out of the dining room. Down a few halls he opened the door to an even darker room. Everything was upside down cast over his shoulder, but I saw black walls, black shelves, whips and chains and leather tools. But he carried me away from all that, instead he took he to a cage.
He leashed me and forced me inside, I thrashed and pulled myself through the opening, and Sayter scoffed, pushing me back before locking it. The leash was connected to a piece outside of the bars, probably so he could pull me towards him if I crawled away from him.
Sayter left for a while. I breathed in and out, he was really pissed this time. If he keeps me in here, I'll just stop eating and drinking, theres no use of keeping the one your bound to locked up to keep if she'll just die. On the contrary, he could force feed me with the leash attached.
No way in hell. There is no way in hell I'd let him do that.
The door groaned a few minutes later, and I missed the pour in of light you'd get in a much brighter house when you opened things like windows and play room doors.
Sayter was clean, wearing finer clothes.
"Ah. Darling, you're back. I was just formulating more plans to get myself killed."
Sayter went to the leash and pulled me forward, my face was closer to the bars than to my shoulders.
"I wouldn't try and taunt me before your punishment." He growled
This again. I thought of last time I was punished, I hated that humiliation. The satisfaction he got, no, I wouldn't let him. He couldn't get me in this cage, fuck this leash, I'd break it. I have the teeth for it.
When I didn't respond he said, "Come to the door, pet."
"No. Get the fuck away from me!" The half hazard outburst was more like a bark.
Sayter unlocked the door and gripped me, he took off the leash while I let him, theres no use in fighting against that. I attempted to kick him out but he just grabbed my legs and pulled me out by my feet.
And he continued to dragged me until we were out in the playrooms field, dropping me and fixing his attention to his toys. I made a run for the door. It was locked.
So I banged on it and yelled, even with no use. Who would be here, or care about me?
They probably knew I was here, if he had maids or cleaners or whatever the fuck.
Syater grabbed me and I thrashed, and could do nothing when he handcuffed me to a railing high up. He undressed me with his teeth, teasingly.
I begged him to let me go. He did not.
Sayter grabbed a tool out of sight, then something cold was dragging over my skin. He went around me in a circle, and kept his eyes on my body in a furious lust. Dark eyes drew up to me, but I looked down to his hand. He had been dragging a leather crop over my bare stomach, now to my breasts.
Sayter reached for his pocket and pulled out a dagger— my dagger. Up to my breasts he cut my bra by the arms and down the center, it fell to the floor in strips. And he stared, almost in awe of this body he acquired. I hated him for it, and spit in his face. Flinching and wiping away at his cheek, he withdrew that crop and whipped my breasts hard.
I cried out, my back arched mistakenly bringing my breasts closer to him. He didn't whip me again, instead went behind me.
He pulled down my panties, and I cursed.
"I'm going to strike you ten times," he whispered low and sweet. "Count for me, and thank your new master when you do."
"Count?" I'd laugh to his face if I could stand to look at him. "Thank you? Your arms will get tired before I'd even fucking consider that."
"Until you count for me, pet," he rose.
"I won't stop until you start for me. Besides, you're lucky I'm wasting my time training you as it is. You're welcome."
I scoffed, and he said, "For that, I'll make it fifteen."
I head the slim leather rip through the air before it slapped my ass. I cursed, to the air, then at him when it came down again. I was counting, to myself in my head. I wouldn't let him have the satisfaction. At ten, tears welled my eyes.
"Stop. Please, Master stop."
He only struck me harder. I was begging, fucking begging, why is he doing this? I started cursing louder. Twenty, it was way past fifteen, he should of stopped by now. I was bound to him he said, he would have to put it down. Had to feel some pity.
At twenty five, I begged him again for a break, he didn't listen to anything, as if he refused to hear me.
Finally, when I was too tired to keep track I was biting down hard on my skin.
I whimpered,
"One. Thank you, master."
He stopped briefly, kissed my back and rubbed my shoulder before spanking me again.
A/N
My intention initially wasn't to leave it like this, I wanted to write more but feel like there were too many words, and it'd be nice after all to start the next chapter after with a sex scene, you've all been patiently and dryly waiting ;)
A lot of crazy shit is happening, today my boyfriend moved in after being kicked out for the second time, I reached 60k on hs bdsm, and almost 2k on here, which im really happy about tbh, and my birth control is fucking me up. I know it sucks when I dont update but im trying my god damn hardest
Anyway, I'll update this and publish the final chapter for hs bdsm by next week, but thats not guaranteed.