Tales of the Night Part Four

I didn’t sleep that night. I couldn’t.  The vibrator kept me riding the edge of pleasure and Zach had made sure that he fondled me whenever he’d gotten the chance. He’d woken at one point and asked me to tell him another story.  While I told him the story of The Sultan and the Beggar he played with the speed on the vibrator. In a constant state of sexual tension, I was ready to do just about anything to get my release. He left for the day without a word, and only then turned the vibrator off. Mira brought me food and merely offered me a small, sad smile, as if she expected to find me dead at each meal.

By the time Zach returned, I was rocking my hips, trying to get any pleasure from the silent vibrator as I could. He laughed and pulled out the remote, clicking it a couple times until the vibrator hit the high setting. I moaned and lay back on the pillow. Bliss, even if it wasn’t an orgasm, I was getting something. There had been no switching off the submissive mindset today, no need to take a moment to get back to it. No, now there was only me and Zach. My body ached with the idea of what he would do to me tonight. My mind had gone wild with ideas, but nothing had satisfied me.

Zach walked over to me and looked down. “Craving that were you?”

I nodded. “Mmm, yes, Sir.”

“On your hands and knees.” He demanded and it took everything in me to obey. I rolled over and lifted myself up. He walked away and came back, cuffs were attached to my ankles and I looked to find my feet held apart with a spreader bar. He did the same things with my hands.

A whistle came through the air and a crack echoed when the paddle hit my ass. I cried out, but he only continued, alternating cheeks. He stopped when I was gasping for air. His cold hand smoothed over my stinging skin. The vibrator continued to hum, taking away some of my attention on the pain. My mind tried to fight between the two, but couldn’t choose between the pleasure or the pain. I knew this battle well, it wouldn’t be long before my mind chose pleasure and I lost myself. The thought should have scared me…but there was no room for fear.

A snap made me jolt, and I looked up to find Zach with a whip. The noise was meant to scare, if he’d hit me with it at the speed it took to crack it, it would have split skin. He approached me and with expert motions lashed me with it. It stung, but I didn’t cry out. He continued, letting the tip of the whip kiss me.  By the end of it, I was panting and he kicked the vibrator up another notch. My mind started to become fuzzy. There was something I needed to worry about, something I needed to remember, but it was gone.

I moaned as Zach pawed at my breasts, tweaking and pulling the nipples. At some point he’d abandoned the whip and gone for the nipple clamps. He placed them on and I let out a weak whimper. Almost there… almost to that edge. He walked around me, stroking his cock, each time he passed my ass, he’d smack it. The vibrator hummed to me, beckoning me to that sweet release I wanted to so much.

His cum coated my back, and he went to his toy chest. Pulling out another vibrator, he knelt next to me, and cupped the toy in his hand and then over my clit.

“Come for me, pet. My voice, my command is the last thing you will hear.”

The orgasm crashed over me, taking my vision, my breath and my mind with it. I fell to my side, but he kept his hand clamped over my sex, the vibrations continued bring another crash of pleasure over me. My eyes closed as I rode it out and forgot about everything. I didn’t feel the binds, I didn’t feel his hand, nothing but the pleasure, the weightlessness as my body became numb to the orgasm. The vibrations disappeared and something crashed through the doors, voices screamed, but I didn’t hear the words. The pleasure was fading, but my mind was gone. Subspace. A beautiful place of floating and afterglow of a hard earned orgasm. Of making, Sir proud.

I opened my eyes to see Matt standing above me. The good feeling fled and the panic started to set in. Not good, I’d drop, I didn’t want to drop, I wanted to hold on to the bliss.

He knelt next to me and scurried to get the bonds off me and the harness off me. He tossed a blanket over me, and cupped my face.

“Sadie?”

I blinked at him a few times. Why did he sound so worried? Of course after the paddle and the whip, I’m sure my body looked horrible.

“Sadie?” He asked again and pulled the blanket around my shoulders as he helped me sit up. He looked over his shoulder. “I think she’s in shock.”

No, I wasn’t, but he didn’t need to know that. My eyes flickered up and I saw men forcing Zach out of the room. He was going to kill me, I needed to remember that. “I’m okay, Matt.” My voice was soft and I still wasn’t focusing right. I needed food, water, and to rest until I could get my head on straight.

I saw the doubt in his eyes and then he pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry it took me so long. I had to lean on some people to get this raid. You did good.”

He praised me. I doubt he knew that’s what I needed, but it soothed some of that panic. I just let Matt hold me for a few minutes. Once I told him I was okay to move he insisted that I let the ambulance take me to the hospital, but I refused. I would write my report in the morning and then I would demand a vacation. The problem was, I felt my submissive self already craving Zach. 

Tales of the Night Part 3

I had fallen asleep at some point only to wake up to what I had hoped was a dream. No. Still in the room with no windows, still naked, and with Zach sleeping next to me. I’m sure there were some ladies who dreamt about waking up next to a foreign prince, I, however, would have liked to wake up in my own bed. Not next to a maniac. Though I had to admit that he’d taken decent care of me after our play session, until I remembered that his end goal was to kill me. I sat up and found a quick reminder that he’d never removed the ben wa balls. My muscles clenched around them in a knee-jerk reaction and my breath caught.

I took a deep breath and my gaze went to the pile of my clothing in the corner. Was Matt still listening? Was he any closer to finding me? I had already survived one night, but I didn’t know if my tale was enthralling enough to buy me another night or not.

I jumped when the door opened and another woman walked in with a tray of food. Her black hair was piled on her head in a poor excuse for a bun, and her blue gown contrasted with her darker skin. Her gaze met mine and widened.

“Oh, I expected…”

“For me to be dead.” I finished for her. “I’m still alive for the time being.” Both of our gazes slid to Zach and she sat the tray down.

“It is unusual, I normally come in to find a mess, but here you are.” There was something strange in her voice that I couldn’t place.

I pulled my knees up to my chest for some sort of cover. “You help him?” We hadn’t thought he had an accomplice, my mind was quickly switching from submissive mode to FBI mode. This was new information, we’d have to bring him in with any accomplices that we could find.

“Not by choice, my dear. I am his wife. My duty is to stick by him, despite his choices on how to take revenge.” She held herself straight and folded her hands in front of her.

I frowned. “Revenge? What did these women ever do to him?”

“His actions are revenge against me.  I slept with his brother.” She gave a graceful shrug and I looked back to Zach. Killing woman after having sex with them was a hell of a way to get revenge. “He makes you help as part of your punishment.”

“You’re a sharp woman. He’s been fond of you for quite some time now. Which is probably why you’re still alive.”

She was probably telling the truth about that. If I survived this I needed to make sure I took more care when I was out in the club, or stop going to the club at all.

“Have a good day.” She spun and left. I lay back on the pillows and sighed. I needed to bring this guy in, but I had to survive tonight to do that. Zach groaned and rolled over, throwing an arm on top of me. I let out a huff of air and wondered when he’d wake. I allowed myself a moment of weakness and stroked his arm. A throbbing between my legs started at merely touching him, and at the memory of last night. I started to crave my sexual release already.

I had drifted off to sleep again, but Zach’s movements woke me up. Sitting up, I found him getting dressed.

He looked over his shoulder at me. “I have business to take care of, but don’t worry, I’ll be back to continue our time together.” He grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me up against him. Shoving his lips against mine, he gave me a scorching kiss before throwing me back onto the pillows. “No clothing, I will know if you touched it. I will have Mira bring you some food.” He picked up the tray that the woman had brought before and walked out with it.

I drifted in and out, Mira, Zach’s wife did bring me food eventually, but she hadn’t been happy about it. Like it was my fault she was in this situation. Maybe she shouldn’t have cheated on her husband…or married a sadistic murderer. The ben wa balls inside me jiggled every time I moved, driving the throbbing need inside me to a unbearable level until I thought about taking my pleasure into my own hands. The problem was that I knew exactly what that would result in. Pissing Zach off and possible, likely, death. Never had I faced death as a punishment for stepping outside spoke or unspoken boundaries as a submissive. It put a new, sick thrill into the whole submitting thing.

The door opened and Zach walked in with a tray of fruit. He had changed into a business suit, the tie was now loosened around his neck, with the top button of his collar undone, the shirt was untucked and his belt already undone.

I took a shaky breath and closed my eyes. I needed to find that quiet spot in my mind again, needed to let submissive me out of her hiding place. When I opened my eyes, Zach was watching me.

“It’s like a switch flips, I can see it in your eyes, your demeanor. Like you’re two people.”

“It feels like it some days.” I whispered and averted my gaze.

He ran a hand through my hair. “Did you touch yourself?”

“No.” I knew I made the right choice. “I didn’t have permission.”

He gave a gentle tug on my hair. “That’s a good girl. Now, hands behind your back.”

I put my hands where I was told and waited. He turned to the trunk he’d brought in earlier and pulled out another length of rope. He stepped behind me and tied it around my wrists, making sure I couldn’t move my arms to the front of my body.

“Legs apart.” He turned to the chest for two more pieces of rope.

I remained on my knees but opened my legs. He tied my ankles to my thighs so I wouldn’t be able to stand. The cool air brushed my slick sex as he moved around me. I cursed realizing that I’d be ready to take anything he wanted, just for some release.

He pulled on my hair while was behind me. “Do you know why I denied you your release last night?”

The answer I wanted to give was not the right one. “No, Sir.” My voice was short as I tried to anticipate his next move.

He knelt behind me and ran a hand over my shoulder and cupped my breast. “Because my subs do not get their release until I push them to subspace, right before I kill them.”

My heart jumped into my throat as my body betrayed me. He tweaked my nipple and rolled it between his fingers. “Then I should count myself lucky, Sir.”

“As you should.” His other hand snaked over my shoulder, mirroring the motions on my other breast. “Tonight, we’ll see if you are so lucky.”

I moaned as he stretched both my nipples. Moisture grew between my legs as he continued his assault. My pussy clenched around the balls still inside me, wanting anything that it could get. Zach’s hands were suddenly gone from my body and I heard the rustle of clothes behind me. He moved in front of me and I found I was at the perfect height for what he was expecting.

His cock was in my face, I had to straighten to take it into my mouth and he guided my movements with his fingers entwined in my hair. Bobbing, gagging and licking, I did as expected. Giving head was not on my favorite activities list, but I knew how to pleasure. I had been trained well. He pulled me back and laughed. “You’re good. I should have had you on your knees last night.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I caught my breath and waited to see what he had planned next. He went to the chest and came back with a harness with an attached vibrator. Torture, this was going to be torture, or he was planning on killing me tonight.

“Lean back the best you can.” He gave a wicked smile and I complied.

It wasn’t easy, my muscles stretched in protest as I leaned back, but years of martial arts and workouts made it possible for me to stay limber.

He squatted in front of me and inserted a finger into me. I moaned as he moved it around before hooking it around one ball and pulling it out. I knew a string attached them, but he used a finger for more teasing. Both balls came out with a little pop and he tossed them towards the chest.

“Mmm wet are we?” He took the harness and positioned it on me. I moaned at the feeling of the vibrator replacing the balls. It took a moment for my body to adjust to the currently silent toy. He buckled the harness on me and then helped me back to my original position. I gasped, the tip of the vibrator pushed against my insides, in the perfect spot.

Zach showed me the remote to the vibrator in his hand. He clicked a button and it gave a very low hum. “Very good, now, open again.” He palmed his cock and I nodded, closing my eyes and taking him into my mouth. As I worked him the vibrator hummed to life, the faster I went, the faster the speed on the vibrator went. I moaned around his cock, but I knew despite the pleasure in me, I wouldn’t hit subspace and the vibration wasn’t enough to make me come, no just to tease and make me lose my mind. I needed pain to be added to the mix to truly get the release I craved. But I wouldn’t be getting it, he was simply taking his pleasure from me. On one hand, I knew I’d survive the night, on the other…I craved my release.

I felt him tense before the stream of hot seed shot into my throat, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and I went to spit the cum out. He put a hand over my mouth and shook his head. “No, swallow.”

I closed my eyes and swallowed, trying not to gag at the taste. The vibrator was on low now, just teasing enough to keep me wanting.

As he did the night before, he untied me and checked the rope marks and helped me stretch, but again he left the toy in me.

“So you survive another night. Tomorrow night, you will not be so lucky. But come, tell me a story.”

It was going to be hard to tell him anything with the constant hum of the vibrator inside me, but I had no choice if I wanted to live. I told him the story of The Merchant and the Genie.

Tales of the Night Part Two

I swallowed. “How do you know who I am?”

“I do extensive research on all my targets. Including you. I’ve seen you around the BDSM clubs. You are a beautiful submissive. With the right Dom or Master, you are like putty.” He chuckled. His voice had an accent I couldn’t place and I recalled in the file that he was from abroad somewhere. A man of high standing, which was why this operation was supposed to be handled with care. Leave it to my hidden habits to get us in trouble. My eyes flickered to the necklace and I briefly wondered what Matt was thinking of this conversation.

“So you decided to kidnap a federal agent? Not very smart of you, Zach. This goes beyond what can be forgiven, even for a foreign diplomat.” I tried to keep my voice steady as he moved toward me. I had to admit, that in any other circumstance he would have been handsome. Tall, dark, sharp lines to his jaw and with him this close I could tell that his eyes were a deep brown that almost looked black. My breath caught in my throat. He carried an air of authority with him, not one that normally got to me outside of the clubs, but there was something about being naked and chained before him.

He squared himself in front of me and cupped my cheek. “You will be dead before they find you.” He whispered. “I know you have an ear piece and your partner is probably whispering calming promises to you, but know that he will fail. I spend one night of passion with my victims and then I dispose of them.”

My heart pounded. He didn’t know about the mic. Thank God. I dug deep and found that bravery that’s gotten me out of so many situations before. “You must be picking the wrong women if they can only satisfy you for a night.”

He pulled away from me and shook his head. “I get bored. Do you think you are any different?”

“Have I fought and screamed to get away from you yet? I’m sure I have skills that none of the other woman did. I can satisfy your mind as well as your body.” His profile had said he was a lover of literature; I needed to use that to my advantage.

He quirked a brow and I knew I had caught his interest. “You lie.”

“I know many of the classics and I can spin a story better than most. Would you like to hear one?” I knew to survive I was going to have to submit without a fight. If I could show him I was well trained as a submissive and a storyteller, survival might have been an option.

“You are right, you are different than the others. So let me offer you this —something no other has gotten. Negotiations.” He gave a wicked grin, flashing perfect white teeth. I was starting to see how woman could get mixed up with him. I just needed to keep my head on straight for this.

My heart lept at his offer. I could do this. “I want safe words before I submit to you. Just like I’d have in the clubs.”

He rubbed his chin as he thought. Pacing a couple steps back and forth in front of me, he took his time with his answer and I started to think I wasn’t going to get my request. “In return I want your ear piece removed.”

That was fine, Matt had been silent so far and if he started speaking in the middle of this fucked up play session that was about to happen he’d bring me out of the needed mindset. I pulled the device out of my ear and handed it to him. “My safe word is ‘silver’” It was one I was familiar with and used in the clubs, it would be more instinct to use it if I needed and that would help.

“Accepted. I will honor it since I do not know your limit, that is until it comes to our final hour.”

I shivered at these words, I knew what happened in the final hour of my stay with him. I’d seen it in the victims we had recovered. All I could hope was that by submitting and not fighting I could bide my time…of course maybe that’s what the other women thought as well.

“Now, lay back.” His voice dropped an octave and my body automatically responded to the dominant tone. My gaze flickered to the ground as I laid back on some of the pillows. “Stay like that until I get back. If you move, I will not hesitate to punish you when I return.”

He left and a I let out a relieved sigh. “Matt, I’m pretty sure he left to dispose of the ear piece, hopefully you can still hear what is going on, but I can’t hear you.” I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to center myself. The mindset of my submissive-self differed drastically from the mindset of my FBI self. Centering myself I turned off the stubborn, fight-against-everything, mentality.

The door creaked and I opened my eyes to find Zach walking in with a large black chest in his arms. I mentally cursed my body as it tightened in anticipation of what might be in that. I tried to convince myself that this was no different than the clubs and apparently my body decided to believe me. Licking my lips, I gave him a coy smile. If this was going to work, it had to be believable and who knew…maybe the sex and play would be amazing.

He put the chest down and grinned. “I like to play, but from what I’ve seen at the club that won’t be a problem.”

He really had studied me, I responded best to play. I felt a smile curl over my lips. “No, Sir, it won’t.”

“Drop into the role quiet easily, don’t you. It must be so freeing for you to give up all that control.” Zach threaded his fingers in my hair, close to the scalp and pulled.

He was right, it was one of the best breaks from work, not have to worry about anything, but to trust myself to someone. I had to convince my head that he wouldn’t hurt me…not yet. Breathing in deeply, I laid back, trying to accommodate my bound hands. His hand skimmed over my outstretched legs causing me to shiver. He dipped between my legs and slid a finger through my wet slit. Yeah, my body knew what was coming. My eyes flickered to his face.

“Do not look at me, pet. You are nothing more than my thing to play with until I tire of you. Understood?” He slapped the inside of my thigh making me flinch.

I bit my lip so I wouldn’t cry out. “Yes, Sir.” I bit out and averted my gaze.

“Good girl.” He ran his finger over my clitoris. “You’re responsive. That’s good, it’ll make this easier.” He pulled away from me and went to his chest. I raised my head to watch him, he turned back around with a few lengths of rope. My heart skipped a beat. Rope meant I could be totally helpless, of course I knew this is what he wanted from his victims, but I never processed what this meant.

“Roll over.”

I complied and counted my breathing to keep me from panicking. I needed that other part of my mind to kick in. Now. I had struck a deal and I was going to ruin it if I couldn’t handle this. He pulled on my hair and like a switch my mind dropped into place. I was under his hand, his care, and it was time to trust him. Soft rope wrapped around my wrists and then the cuffs dropped away. He spread my legs and bent me at the knees. Soon my feet were wrapped up in a web of knots and I was efficiently hogtied. He’d have access to everything he needed with my back arched and my legs up. I’d be sore after, but it would be the type of sore I would relish.

A pair of safety scissors dropped into my view. “What is your safe word, pet?”

Typical routine, confirm the word — he was trying to show that he would honor our deal. “Silver, Sir, and yellow for slow down.”

“Good girl.” The scissors disappeared, but it helped me relax knowing that they were nearby.

I heard him rustling around in the chest. A buzzing filled the room and warned me of what was to come. A faint hum went through me as nuzzled the toy between my folds. A belt wrapped around my waist holding the vibrator against me.  The speed was enough to make me wet, but not enough to give me satisfaction. He moved to the front of me and squatted down. His smooth fingers tweaked my nipples and stretched them, causing me to cry out. He chuckled as he rolled the right one between his fingers before pulling out a nipple clamp. The points of the teeth caught the light as he pulled my bud taut and put the clamp on. I let out a hiss, but breathed through the pain. When my breathing became steady again, he repeated the torture with the left one. Zach flicked each one before he stood, sending a wave of pain and pleasure rushing through me and to my core. I moaned as it mixed with the vibration running through me.

More rustling behind me. I closed my eyes and focused on the small bliss that the toy was giving me. The whistling in the air did not register until the sharp crack of a wooden rod hitting my back echoed through the room. The sting across my thigh made me hiss and try to uncurl myself. Nothing happened except the rope pulling against my arms. The strain only added to the pain going through me. With a click the vibrator went up a speed and erased my worry of the pain. Another whistle and crack and I jerked. Again and again, alternating thighs he continued, clicking the vibrator to full speed so my mind was foggy on what to feel.

It stopped, leaving trails of stinging pain behind. I let out a frustrated growl knowing I’d almost hit subspace and it was taken from me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him staring at me as he stroked his cock. I turned my gaze back to the front of me and concentrated on the vibrator, I was close to the edge of an orgasm. I craved the release, I needed it. Time seemed to tick by before I felt something inserted into me. One…two…silicone balls slipped past my lips and into my vagina. Ben wa balls…how odd. I moaned at how they felt with the vibrator so close.

Then Zach moaned, a deep throaty moan, and warm hot cum landed on my legs arms and back. I rocked against the vibrator to seek my own released, but the hum stopped. I cried out and caught myself from begging for the orgasm. A few moments later he appeared to take the nipple clamps off. Blood rushed back into them and I did cry out. It pushed me closer to the edge and a wicked smile curved his face. Soon the ropes came undone and Zach helped me move my aching arms and legs, bending and circling them until they felt better. It was such a strange act for a man who planned to kill me. He stepped back and looked down at me. “Good, girl, you have caught my interest.”

He sat down near me and patted the pillows by his side. “Come, tell me a story.”

I knew that I had bought myself one more night of life with my bargain and so I began to tell him a version of The Lady and Her Five Suitors.