“Then I’ll kill myself.” She sneers.
“How, exactly? I see no sharp implements in this room, no weapons that aren’t bolted down, and if you refuse to eat, I’ll stick a needle in your arm and feed you intravenously.”
“You’ve thought of everything.”
I smile. “This isn’t my first time, little one.”
A crease forms between her brows, but she doesn’t appear to be shocked. “You’ve done this to other girls?”
“You tell me. Does anything about this seem like a trial run?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, Sir,” she bites out. I like the way her lips twist with her sarcasm. Of course, I’ll have to beat that out of her too.
I lift the spoon to her lips. I expect resistance, but she opens and swallows the food. “Good.”
“I can feed myself, you know,” she says when we’re halfway through the bowl.
“You’re mine. You take the food I give you. Just like you take both pleasure and punishment from my hands.”
She clenches her jaw and grits her teeth, refusing me entry. I set the spoon in the bowl and rest it on the floor. Then I grab the bottle of water and twist off the cap.
“Is that—is that water?”
“It is.”
“Please, I’m so thirsty.”
“So you’ll take my water but not my food?”
“Please?”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Sir, please may I have a drink?”
I laugh. “So polite now. I knew that mouth was capable of some manners.” I get to my feet and step closer, standing to the side of her body. I fist my hand in her hair. She gasps, but I’m gentle when I tip her head back. “Open for me, little one.”
Her lips tremble as I press the bottle to them. She opens. Despite my efforts to go slow, I tip it too far and water spills from the sides of her mouth. Rivulets run down her chin and neck, over one breast, and my fingers follow the path. Pet flinches, puts her bound hands up to block me. She attempts to move away, spilling more water over her body. This time it trickles over her abdomen. She shivers, and water pools on the chair between her legs. I have the insane desire to lick it up, as if I were the sub in this scenario. I make a mental note to use this tactic in the future. I’ll bind her hands to the bolt in the ceiling and do just that. For now, she hasn’t earned her pleasure. She’s been a very bad girl, and I intend to make her suffer.
I cup her breasts and slide my hands down her abdomen, taking great delight in the way her stomach clenches, and her breath catches with anticipation. She squirms, and attempts to slam her legs together but her ankles are bound, so she’s not going anywhere.
“Please!”
“Shut your mouth, little one. Before I shut it for you.” I dip my fingers between her legs and massage her cunt, careful to avoid any direct friction over her clit.
“Please, I need more water.”
“You need what I say you need.” I smack her slick cunt, and she gasps. “Sit still.”
“Please?”
“I already told you to be quiet, Pet. You don’t want me to place you over my knee again, do you? How is your ass feeling, by the way? Does it hurt to sit down?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”