When I woke, I was in the dark. My hands still bound to the bed rail. I must have stirred in my sleep because I'd managed to turn onto my back. The rope and become tighter, around my wrists.
I struggled, turning myself onto my front. Once I'd managed to flip over, my hard cock pressed into the bed. I started to thrust, stroking my cock against the mattress.
With each movement, the metal bed base rattled. I thrust harder, making the bed bang against the wall. The friction caused my cock to leak.
I paused out of shock when the light turned on.
"What the fuck are you doing?" John said.
Once my eyes had adjusted to the light, I looked around the room. John was standing at the bottom of the staircase. I gasped at the sight of him.
He stood there, just staring at me. He was topless and wearing torn skinny jeans. His torso seemed to glisten, in the light.
"I couldn't help myself," I said.
"You will have to be punished." He said.
My cock jumped at the thought.
"Whatever," I said.
"You cheeky, bastard," John said, storming toward me.
He raised his hand and brought it back down, slamming it against my butt. My whole body clenched through the pain.
"Fuck!" I said.
He slapped my ass again and again. The pain intensified with each smack. Every time his hand connected, my throbbing cock pushed into the bed.
"Look at the red ass," John said.
I could feel how raw it was, my butt was burning.
"Are you going to behave now?" John said.
"Yes Sir," I said.
"Good boy," He said.
John brushed his hand over my sensitive ass.
"Will you free me arms please?" I said.
He looked down at me as if he was waiting for something. It didn't take me long to figure out what he wanted.
"Please, Sir," I said.
"That's better," He said.
John reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a flip knife. He revealed the blade and leaned over me. I watched as the knife cut through the rope, effortlessly. He folded the blade away and placed the knife back into his pocket.
"Thank you, Sir," I said.
John pressed on my back, holding me in place.
"Are you going to do as you are told?" He said.
"Yes Sir," I said.
"Good," He said.
He took his hand away from me.
"I need a piss," I said.
"Pardon?" John snapped.
"May I have a piss, Sir?" I said.
"You can, but you aren't leaving this basement," He said.
"Where should I piss?" I said.
"Get up," he ordered.
I climbed off the bed and stood beside John.
"On your knees," He said.
Without question, I kneeled.
"Stay there," He said.
"Yes, Sir," I said.
John walked away from me, heading toward the other side of the room. Standing next to an old wooden trunk, he looked back at me.
"You like being my bitch, don't you?" He said.