"You understand what you're signing up for?"
"Anything," she breathes.
"Anything?"
"Anything to take the pain away," Pandora whispers. "Even if it's just for a little while."
"Good." I turn her over in my arms so she's got her back pressed up against my front, and she gasps. "My office. Go."
I push her forward and she stumbles, glaring at me. But her gaze soon fills with interest, and without saying another word, she walks down the hallway into my office. I pull out my chair and order her to strip naked.
"Now?"
"Now," I demand. "And do it slowly, put on a show for me. I want to enjoy this."
I'd thought she'd be more against doing sexual stuff, but from the way her eyes burn with silent fire, I know she needs this just as much as I do. Pandora looks right into my eyes as she pulls her dress off. Her body is frail and tiny. She has barely been eating since we got back, and her ribcage is showing through the skin. It's worrying.
I force myself to ignore it, deal with it later. Instead, I tap my knee, telling her to come closer.
Next, she takes her underwear off. I notice she's shaved her pussy, but I don't comment on it. I keep my eyes focused on her as she moves toward me.
She approaches me slowly, but from the breath she's holding I know she's excited. She wants this. For once, I don't have an unwilling toy on my hands.
"Crawl," I demand.
She flushes furiously but doesn't object. Pandora drops to her knees and crawls to me.
"Lay down," I order. She positions herself over my lap, just like I wanted. Her ass is in front of me, smaller than it used to be but just as juicy. The urge to hurt her spikes my heartbeat and I smirk to myself. I'm going to make her forget. I'm going to make her mine again. "That's right. Let me see that pretty little body."
I inspect her, knowing she's blushing as my fingertips gently glide over every inch of her sensitive skin. She's beautiful. Painfully thin but beautiful nonetheless.
"I'm going to hit you now," I tell her calmly. "And you're going to thank me after every slap. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she whispers helplessly.
"Yes what, toy?"
"Yes Master." Her voice is tiny, breaking over the simple words. It won't be for long enough. I'm going to show her just how pleasurable pain can be. I'm going to show her a hurt so sweet she'll be begging for me to give her more, day in and day out.
"Good girl." I hit her for the first time, the sound of the slap echoing through my office.
"Master!"
"Say thank you," I growl, waiting for her to stop shaking on my lap.
"T-Thank you," she stutters, flinching when I hit her again. "Ow!"
"Don't forget."
"Thank you, Master."
I keep hitting her, she keeps thanking me. Her ass is glowing bright red and she can surely feel my cock, straining through the fabric of my chinos as I hit her again and again. There's a delicious, dangerous dichotomy between me being fully clothed and my naked toy. It instantly says who has the power here, and it turns me the fuck on.
I spread her ass then, and Pandora mewls when I inspect her holes. My next slap lands right on her clit and she screams before dissolving into moans.
"You like that, don't you?" I mutter. "You love getting your pussy hurt. That's what those holes are meant for. Say it."
"It's... what... I..."