His to Use: Mastering Melody, Book 1 Page 3

  “Forty-five minutes is plenty of rest, do you agree?”

  I opened my mouth to answer after he paused so long I realized he wanted me to answer. “Yes, Master.”

  That’s when he slapped me across the face, his grip on my neck keeping me from falling to the ground, and the fabric of the hood muting the sting just a little. “You’ll fucking answer right away anytime you are asked a yes or no question, slut. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He started moving again, dragging me along with him, and when he finally stopped, he let go so abruptly I barely managed to stay standing.

  “On your knees.” Dropping instantly, I felt his cock touch my lips and opened before he could tell me to, his hand moving to the back of my head to push himself in as far as he could go. “God yes, get my cock soaking fucking wet pet. The wetter you get it, the less it’ll hurt when I shove it in your ass.”

  It went on like this for several minutes, him gagging me and chuckling at the wet suction sounds until he finally pulled out. Yanking me into a standing position, he bent me over what felt like the arm of something — perhaps a chair or couch — and pushed my head down.

  My feet lifted off the ground in reaction, a sob escaping me at the feeling of the ribbons trying to stretch to accommodate my legs being spread by him. It must set him off because he started slapping my ass, over and over, back and forth between one cheek and the other before finally landing a slap on the crack and causing me to howl as he finally stopped.

  “Shut up and hold still.” The tip of his cock prodded my tight entrance, and when my body tensed up, he smacked my ass again and gripped my hip to control my movements. “Fucking relax, pet, and push back.”

  I never liked anal, and I disliked it even more as he pushed himself in. Burning and stretching, I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming from his size alone.

  As soon as his tip was in, he sunk in slow with more than enough wetness on his shaft to assist him, but it didn’t matter. He was too big for me, not even considering how full my pussy already was and I screamed. That didn’t stop him from seating himself to the hilt in one hard thrust accompanied by a powerful grunt of deep satisfaction, probably to hear me scream louder, which I did.

  When he paused, I felt his hand slide down my back alongside the ribbons as if caressing me, and his voice softened as he whispered, “So beautiful. A work of my art, and all mine pet. You’ll be my prized possession in no time.”

  I wanted to yell at him that he had mutilated my body, that I was a human being and not a thing for him to experiment on, but all I could do was sob at the pain of having him inside me right now. Besides, what did it matter at that point? My body was forever altered by what he had done, and nothing I ever did would erase his mark on me.

  He began moving again, almost out before all the way back in, over and over in a deliberately slow way I knew was him savoring every second of his pleasure and my torture. Every slide of him sent pain through all my nerve endings, mixing it with the pleasure that had my arousal climbing higher by the second.

  One hard shove, and no matter my emotional state or how much it hurt, the movement set my body into an orgasm. How many releases total at this point I didn’t recall because I had quit counting, and I knew he enjoyed every second of pleasure wrung out from what he’d done and was doing to my body.

  Then, as he pounded into me over and over, the sudden pressure in my pussy released right as I climaxed a final time, so hard I couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t until my body went limp that I realized he’d undone the ribbons keeping the object inside my pussy, and my own wetness coated my thighs after the build up from multiple orgasms, my pussy now empty as it hadn’t been in days.

  As I laid there unable to move, a final hard and deep thrust before he paused and came with a long groan, his fingers digging into my hips as if he’d never let go while more tears sprung to my eyes at the sting deep in my ass from his intrusion.

  When he finally did, he leaned over my body while still inside it and pressed something against my lips with a harsh command. “Open up and lick all your cunt juices off my toy, slut.”

  He shoved until most of the toy was in my mouth even as I cried upon tasting myself, feeling his cock harden in my ass once more. That’s when I knew he would hurt me physically or humiliate me in any way he could because it turned him on — making me afraid like I should’ve been all along, only now it was too late.

  “Keep it in your mouth, pet, until I’m finished with you.”

  He didn’t have to tell me what would happen if I didn’t. I could tell by the way he started fucking me again slow and steady that he knew he had me where he wanted now — afraid to displease him and to know what would happen if I actually angered him. I kept that toy in my mouth, rolling my tongue around to lick like my life depended on it while tears slipped silently down my cheeks.

  I barely remembered him finishing again and pulling out after what felt like forever, or leading me back to my room where I passed out as soon as I managed to climb into bed.

  5

  The sequence of events each day remained relatively the same.

  The second day of my duties he took me into his office again and kept me underneath his desk randomly sucking his cock when ordered to.

  Everything was pretty similar to the first that day, only he didn’t smack me because I made sure to answer immediately and do everything he said, even down to him making me lick the dildo clean. It was harder that time since it was bigger, and I choked a few times when he covered my mouth with his hand to keep it inside.

  The only thing that changed after that day was how he would fuck my ass.

  The third day in his office he bent me over the couch again, with the bigger toy trapped in my pussy like the first had been, and left it in the whole time while choosing to slip his thumb and forefinger through the tied ribbons and play with the clit hood piercing instead. With him pulling and flicking and pinching it, he had me screaming by the end, which only made him laugh and fuck me harder.

  On the following day, he made me lay back on a hard surface with my legs up in the air. He hooked my ankles together with the cuffs so I couldn’t pull them apart and made me hold my arms up to lock them together as well, before connecting all my limbs together to keep them up in the air and basically inseparable.

  This kept my back curved a little and it was really fucking uncomfortable, especially since my head hung back off the end of whatever I laid on.

  His hand stroked my chin as I felt him move closer to me and he said, “Close your eyes and don’t move.”

  Although not understanding why my eyes needed to be closed with the hood on, I did it anyway, and his directions made sense as he removed the covering from my head.

  “Know what’s fascinating about science?” Something clicked as he paused for a second, and after placed two fingers near my left eye he said, “It’s always changing. Someone like me can get my hands on all sorts of interesting things nobody would think of and use them for my own purposes.”

  Another beat of silence followed by him giving an evil chuckle, a sound I’d come to dread more than anything else because it usually meant he was about to hurt me in one way or another. “I’m going to hold your eyelid open while you keep one shut, and shine a light on it. Keep still while I insert this prosthetic contact lens, and close your eye immediately when I let go. Do you understand?”

  Trembling, I wondered what they were for even as I replied softly, “Yes, Master.”

  The bright light in my vision prevented me from seeing anything when he held it open, and although it was hard as hell not to move, I felt his finger place a lens which strangely made everything go dark, and shut my eye when he removed his fingers.

  He repeated the same actions with my right eye before patting my cheek after a few moments and saying, “Open both so I can see.”

  I opened my eyes to be met with total darkness, not even a sliver of light coming through, and
was instantly horrified at realizing I can’t see him or the room. Nothing. He’d stolen my sight from me as if he hadn’t taken so much already.

  “Until I decide otherwise,” he whispered into my ear as his finger stroked my now bare cheek, “you will remain unable to see even after you return to your room today. I’ve decided sight isn’t something you need as my property, especially since you don’t seem the appreciate the gifts I’ve bestowed upon your body.”

  Crying was inevitable at that announcement since I wouldn’t be able to do much in my room without being able to see. He swiped at an escaped tear running down my cheek with an impatient sigh as he said, “Only you will know you can’t see because of the lenses while everybody else will simply think you’re blind. Don’t be stupid and think you’ll simply take them out when alone because I see everything you do in your room, pet. Now, quit crying and open your mouth wide.”

  I wanted to protest, open my mouth and speak uninvited just to tell him I did appreciate the gifts. Beg him to reconsider. Even if it wasn’t true, how would he know, as long as I told him what he wanted to hear? But I quickly realized it didn’t matter; he didn’t care either way, not really. He just wanted a reason to torture me and he had found another way to do that.

  Instead, I merely opened my mouth as I knew he expected and was surprised to feel his hands removing the collar around my neck. Of course, my relief didn’t last long when he explained what he was doing, causing my apprehension to grow by the second.

  “Keep your tongue flat.” With that instruction, he shoved something big and rubber tasting in my mouth, securing the strap while laughing at me gagging. “We’re going to have a bit of fun today — you'll need to breathe through your nose, as this blocks your mouth thoroughly and will keep you from making too much noise. I will secure your head to the floor with a tight chain, which will keep your head from moving too much since I'll be fucking your ass as you hang from the ceiling."

  The snap of the chain pulled on my head, eliciting a muted squeal from me and a dark chuckle from him as he tugged on it to demonstrate how serious he was. I had to focus on my breathing, keeping it slow and even while he moved back toward my middle, where I heard another snap. Assuming it was him connecting my limbs to the ceiling, I couldn't stop a scream from escaping as I felt the table taken out from underneath me, although I managed to keep as motionless as possible to avoid injuring myself.

  Feeling him grab my hips, I braced myself for his intrusion at the feel of his cock beginning to push its way inside but wasn't prepared for his full-on assault as he shoved deep and hard without any preparation to make it easier for me.

  It didn't matter that there was a gag in my mouth that muted me -- I didn't just scream, I howled from the pain he inflicted on me, choking on my tears while he groaned in pleasure and satisfaction with each slow withdrawal and hard thrust.

  "Fuck, pet, you feel incredible." He grunted and paused in his movements, remaining rooted even as I felt him reach around my thighs and cupped my breasts in his hands, pulling on the rings hard enough to make me cry out again. "You're pleasing me, slut, so you shouldn't be upset. There are worse fates than this; you ought to be flattered I enjoy your gorgeous body this much."

  He punctuated his statement with another firm thrust, and I felt many things, but flattered wasn't among them. I didn't know how long it went on, but when he found his release, he didn't return me to my room. Instead, he left me hanging there listening to him working all day, putting the headphones on twice when he had to make calls and using me in-between until exhaustion set in.

  By the time he finished for the day, I had never felt dirtier in my life than at that moment, and knew crawling back to the room in the way he required wouldn’t be possible because of how every inch of my body ached.

  To say he surprised me when, after unhooking everything, he carried me out of the office in his arms would be an understatement. Yet that's exactly what he did and when he placed me on my bed, I didn't dare move for fear of angering him.

  Then, as I sat there waiting for direction, he unlocked and unfastened the gag, removed the depressor from my mouth, and grabbed my neck with a firm squeeze. “You’ll find your way to the shower and clean yourself off, then you’ll come back to bed and remain there until I return to you. Not leaving it for any reason, pet.”

  I didn't know how I would manage to find my way to the shower, let alone clean myself well enough, without being able to see, but I wouldn't voice those thoughts. How I wished to speak, though; who knew saying more than a few pre-approved words would be something I'd miss?

  The swipe of his thumb on my cheek and sudden awareness of it being wet alerted me to the fact I was crying, and that's when I felt his lips press against mine softly, making me gasp with shock at him doing something rather affectionate. It confused me, especially as he took advantage of my gasp to shove his tongue deep into my mouth while grabbing my hair, pulling on it and angling my head to deepen the kiss in a demonstration of his absolute control over everything.

  By the time he drew away, I was weeping harder and he whispered against my mouth, "No need to cry. I've no doubt you've romanticized your life before you came here, but don't forget how truly awful it was and what you were doing to survive. It could be worse than it is now, and trust me, you don't want to find out how those in lower positions than you live. Understand, pet?"

  "Yes, Master."

  My answer was soft and spoken through my tears, but he didn't comment any further. He released me completely and after a moment, the door shut behind him, leaving me alone and crying in the dark while wishing for exactly that which he told me not to.

  6

  After fumbling my way to the shower while managing not to bump into anything, I washed every inch of my body with the soapy rag to make sure I didn't miss any part of it. Exiting the shower, I used the toilet and brushed my teeth, then slowly made my way back to bed.

  Waiting for him to return was awful. At first, it didn't seem so bad. I slept on and off, waking every time I thought I heard a noise, but would quickly doze off again upon noticing it wasn't him. Then, my stomach rumbled, the slight ache growing to a gnawing hunger the longer I went without eating something.

  Thirst and a growing desire to use the bathroom soon had me sobbing, begging for him to come back so all my problems could be relieved. When he didn't come, I knew this was a punishment; for what, though, I had no idea. I did everything he wanted me to and not once had he given me any indication he wasn’t pleased. In fact, he had said the opposite in the room, but maybe I had missed something.

  As I laid there, curled into a ball and desperately trying to keep warm without a blanket in the quickly cooling air of the room, I began to think he wasn't coming back. He would let me die here — of hunger, of thirst, of cold, and of embarrassment.

  I couldn't help it. He told me to remain in bed, and the last thing I wanted was to repeat this little exercise, but holding my body back from it's natural urges only worked for so long. I moved to where I wouldn't have to lay before relieving myself, hoping and praying while doing it that he wouldn't punish me for that too, and returned to the spot I laid in before forcing myself to sleep again.

  I awakened to a sharp sting of pain, howling as I sat up and grabbed the spot on my leg smarting from whatever hit me, and stilled at the sound of his heavy, disappointed sigh.

  "Pet, what have you done?"

  He didn't give me an opportunity to reply as I heard the distinct whisper of a belt swinging through the air a second before it caught me across my back, making me yelp in instant shock and distress. Not thinking, I scrambled away when I could, another smack catching me on the leg as I fell off the bed in my blindness.

  The hits kept coming as he bellowed, “Get back on the bed, you filthy little bitch. I didn’t say you could get off it.”

  Every slap hit harder than the last as I got to my feet, jarring and stinging as my hands landed on the top of the bed, my hands gripping it even as
I bit my lip to keep from howling in distress at the blows. Finally managing to climb in, I ended up curling up in a ball as he struck me over and over, making sure to get every part of me he could except for my head and my arms, which I used to protect it.

  By the time he stopped, my sobs were desperate and gasping, his treatment leaving me unable to breathe in the necessary air fast enough as my body tried to calm itself.

  “Get on the floor,” he sneered with a snap of the belt in his hands. “Pets who piss their bed don’t get to keep using it.”

  Afraid he would start using it on me again, I moved as fast as I could and sat on the floor, but, of course, it wasn’t good enough for him.

  He gripped my hair at the back of my head seconds before pushing my face into the floor, my nose buried in the carpet as he held me there, and didn’t let go even when I struggled to get free in a futile attempt to breathe.

  Then, he began dragging me across the floor, the sudden momentum flipping me on my back, and causing sharp pain from his pull on my hair even as the friction from the carpet burned my skin.

  “Stop!” I yelled before even thinking about it, desperate for him to let go as I clawed at his hands and kicked my feet. “Please, stop. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

  “Well, that’s too fucking bad, isn’t it?” Jerking to a halt, he grabbed me by the upper arms and set me down in the tub. “Should’ve thought about that before you pissed on the bed provided for your comfort. Apparently a mistake on my part, as it’s clear you don’t appreciate anything done for you, and one I won’t repeat.”

  He deliberately misunderstood what I meant by not wanting to do this anymore, and I knew speaking up would do nothing. I had agreed to this, to everything, and he wasn’t going to let me go no matter how hard I fought.

  The only way to get free would be to run when I had the chance, and so far, having even one opportunity didn’t seem likely with how tight he kept me locked up.