She felt herself shrink under his unwavering gaze. He did not seem displeased but his silence seemed foreboding. Finally she looked away dropping her eyes and squirming, her chin still held firmly in his hand. "You agreed to be mine for a week did you not?"
Her mind rolled back to four days ago, "Was it truly only four days? So much had happened since then." They had played truth or dare during a lull in work, he had always been so interested in her life and he had been so good to her in those first weeks with the company, a mentor, a friend, a protective paternal figure. That was until she had let him spank her and shamefully, she had orgasmed during the experience.
He had taken her then as his slave then promising they would talk at the end of one week. From that moment she had obeyed his every command and was praised when he was pleased, punished when he was not. Her reactions to his punishments surprised and shamed her. Her reactions of joy to pleasing him overwhelmed her in such a way it over rode the shame, humiliation and pain she endured. "Endured was probably the wrong word", she thought to herself as each of the punishments had made her body sing in pleasurable orgasm. She flicked her eyes up, glancing back up at him and shivering at the control this man had over her. She knew she both craved and feared his control. She whispered "Yes Master."
He gazed into those big green eyes that melted his heart each time. He adored her. As a family friend he had watched her grow and develop into the beautiful young woman she was. He had spoilt her over the years with gifts and attention and finally as she finished college offered her a job in his successful firm. Finally away from the dominance of her strict parents he had befriended her, become her mentor and confidant. If only the small girl had known of his dark fantasies, his desire to own and control every aspect of her life.
This feeling of protective ownership had begun the moment she had agreed to come and work for him. Her sweet submissive nature honed by strict overbearing parents made her all the more desirable to him. The last four days had been amazing she had obeyed even as he pushed her limits time and time again. Like a skittish kitten she seemed almost to flee at times and as he looked down at her he could see the confusion and turmoil building in her eyes again.
He knew he could not lose her now, and choosing his next step would be critical. He had forced her into being his slave for this week and he knew he would keep her much longer, by force if he had to but he wanted her to not only accept her place as his slave but beg for him to keep her. He knew she was not ready to beg and he needed more time, her parent's anniversary party would be an obstacle but not one he was unprepared for. Keeping his face serious he asked, "You have made plans without asking permission little one?"
She flinched, "The plans were made before you took me as your slave Master..." she chewed her lip and lowered her eyes again feeling guilty not knowing why.
"Ah yes your parent's party, I too shall be there but of course you knew that."
"I am expected early Saturday morning to help with arrangements and the following day to clean up the aftermath." She almost pouted as she said it knowing either way she would be disappointing someone which in turn made her disappointed in herself.
"I see, well, I understand your concern but you are my slave and you will do as I ask. I will consider your plans for the weekend and let you know what I decide tomorrow. Do not worry little one. You sweet Ellie need to trust and obey me, that is the only concern you need have this week."
Her stomach lurched at the idea of disobeying her parents, even as a young adult living and working in the city they could make her feel like a naughty little girl with a look or a sigh, she so hated letting them down.
He watched her expressive face carefully, the emotions played over it showing fear and anxiety. He had one more day here at work to cement his ownership in her mind. He leaned down and kissed her deeply before picking her up and walking to the bedroom. He spoke quietly but with an edge to his voice, "You must trust me, without question, to look after you, my Ellie. You are not showing your faith in me, by being so anxious about the weekend and it disappoints me."
He placed her over the padded bench in the bedroom and remembering the precarious position from early that day she reached out to grip the soft leather at her sides. He spoke softly as he moved to her side, "What happens when you disappoint me little one?"
She shivered slightly as she answered, "I am punished Master." She felt the tiny skirt he had dressed her in lowered and removed. He stroked her thighs and calves as his hands move down her stockinged legs making her squirm in pleasure. Throwing the skirt aside he began to caresses her ankles encasing them with straps of the same soft leather of the beam. Pulling the left wide he secured to it to the leg of the beam.
He moved to her other side as he continued, "I would like to say that I did not like to have to punish you," he paused as he secured her other ankle pulling her legs apart widely, "but that would not be true." He continued his circuit around her as she bent over the wide beam. "You are beautiful my slave, but never more desirable than when you wear my marks." He slapped her ass hard and she felt the hand print colour and reheat her already pink ass.
"You have had a long day full of new experiences and you must be tired," He stroked over the hand printed ass as he spoke and over her wet cunt before smacking her ass again. Wiping fingers wet from her cunt over her cheek he continued, "I have not bound you before nor will this be the last time I will bind you, little slut." She felt a shiver travel up her spine at his words, he was speaking softly almost crooning as he stroked and petted her securing her wrists pulling her over the beam. He moved behind her and pressing his hips against her red ass and began to move so she could feel his hard cock trapped in his pants as he began to slowly unlace her corset.
She found herself rolling her hips between the beam and his groin her mind alive with images of the cock she longed to see. As the corset came free he let his hands wander over her back almost in a massage as he ground his hips into her.
