His Slave (Short Story) - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

He had left her there for two days, allowing her to use the bathroom three times a day. He still sent food to her room, but she refused to eat it.
Her Master finally decided to step in, keeping a few feet away from her. His heart clenched at the state she was in. "Leyla." he said firmly, making her freeze on the spot.
"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked.
"Please take these off me. Please, I'm begging you." she cried, beginning to struggle again. He grabbed her wrists as worked on the chains. As soon as he let go, she tugged at the chain around her neck, not caring that she was hurting herself. Michael grabbed that chain and pulled it towards himself. He unlocked that chain too, letting it drop to the floor as well.
Undoing some of the buttons of his shirt, he pulled it over his head, making her freeze on the spot.
"Put it on," he demanded coldly. She snatched the shirt from his hand, pulling it on and hugging herself whilst retreating. She looked up at him furiously. "I hate you."
He narrowed his eyes in anger, even after letting her off she still behaved defiantly. "Walk." He ordered calmly, but she disobeyed him, standing her ground.
He growled angrily. "Walk!"
She glared at him, walking towards his bedroom. He followed after her, attempting to control his anger, but for now it wasnt working.
"He looked down at her wrists, covered in blood and cuts. "Go sit on the bed."
She didn't argue with him this time as he went to pull out some bandages and disinfectant. He sat down beside her, holding his hand out. She placed her hand in his, staring right at him as he doused the cotton bud with alcohol. She clenched her jaw, readying herself for the burning sensation. He pressed the cotton bud on her open cuts, but she didn't flinch, not even making a sound; her face remained stoic but couldn't hide the pain that was visible in her eyes.
She was done being obedient towards him, she was going to rebel even more. When he was done, he stood up packing the stuff away. "Get on your knees, face down."
She knew what he was going to do and she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of screaming tonight. She got herself in position, not caring that she was on display like that, at least she had his shirt. Quiet footsteps stopped the end of his bed and sunk as he got behind her.
He brought his hand down hard, a loud slapping sound echoed through the room, but no sound fell from her lips. He did it again and again, beginning to get frustrated, then mercilessly smacking both her cheeks. Her ass was bright red, heat was radiating from it as he pressed his hands over it.
He turned her onto her back, staring at her flushed and wet face. She took deep breaths to stop herself from turning into a crying mess. Guilt made his heart ache, he didn't want to punish her so hard.
He lost control for the first time.
He lifted his hand to her face, hurt that she flinched, turning her head to the side. She actually thought that he was going to slap her. "Why are you making this so difficult!" He growled angrily.
"I hate you." she repeated.
"You're going to spend the rest of your life in this room." he stated, watching her eyes widen with disbelief. "You can't do that to me!" SHe shouted, sitting up.
"Who's going to stop me?" He asked cruelly, was right, no one could stop him. She was fuming when he laid down beside her without saying another word.
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The next two days were quiet between them, she was furious and he behaved as if nothing had ever happened. Every morning he would leave before she would wake up and go to sleep after falling asleep. She hated him, it was driving her insane. She was chained to his bed, it was just long enough to allow her to go to the bathroom and back.
She tugged at the chain, not caring whether it bruised her ankle, she just wanted to be free. A loud scream of frustration left her mouth as she grabbed anything in sight and threw across the room. The expensive crystal vases, pillows, blankets; nearly everything she could reach was shattered or ripped into pieces. She panted angrily as the door opened, revealing him.
His eyes took in the sight of his room, darkening dangerously at the damage. He galred at his defiant slave, her hair was dishevelled, perfect eyesbrows narrowed with anger and lips parted as she panted.
His anger vanished as he noticed the blood on the floor, she had stepped on the broken glass but hadn't noticed. He walked closer to her, lifting her chin as she glared up at him.
"You're injured." He murmured, his thumb gliding over her bottom lip. "Why do you care?" She scoffed, smacking her hand away from off her face.
"You belong to me. I care about everything that belongs to me." He stated cooly. "Im not yours. And I'm not a thing either." She spat, shoving him away.
"If that is what you think, perhaps i should claim you once more." He mused, grabbing my upper arm and forcing her to sit on the bed. She gasped, shaking her head. "You can't do that to me."
He didn't say anything more as he walked to the bathroom again to grab some bandages. He lifted her legs into his lap, looking at the bottom of her feet. Small pieces of glass were sticking out of her feet. "This will hurt." He warned, pulling out a pair of tweezers. "Nothing you can do can hurt me anymore." She said, looking away as he pulled out the pieces of glass from her feet. She could feel every piece sliding out of her foot, causing tears to well up in her eyes. He cleaned off the blood, bandaging her feet firmly, they were not deep enough to require stitching.
He spread her legs apart leaning over her and pulling off his pants and shirt. She closed her eyes tightly knowing what he was about to do. He leant down, pressing his to her, coaxing her mouth open. She pulled her mouth away from his, turning her face away from his. No matter how much she refused him, her body never refused his touch.
Large hands traveled down her chest cupping her breasts squeezing them, molding them to his hands. He tore his shirt off her body, baring her completely, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples until they hardened to his touch. Warm lips trailed wet kisses down her chest, engulfing her hard nipple into his mouth. She forced her body to stay still, but couldnt stop her arousal from leaking between her thighs all over the bed. The attraction between their bodies was undeniable, he couldn't understand why she was refusing him. He had done everything for her safety, yet she was ungrateful. He continued caressing her, moving his hand between her soft folds, groaning appreciatively as he felt her wetness. A small gasp left her mouth as he pressed his fingers in already feeling filled.
He continued pleasuring her, wanting to hear her sweet moans, but she bit her lip stubbornly. He prepared her and stretched her until she was ready to take him. It had been too long, the last time he had was long ago and he needed to feel her clamping down on his cock. He pulled off the last layer of his clothing, slipping his erection between her folds, coating himself in her slickness.
"Don't you have whores to do this with?" She said, pushing at his shoulders. "Why would i need whores, when i have you?" he answered, strained as he pushed into her heat.
"I'm not a whore!" she cried out, pulling out from under him. He growled angrily, grabbing her thighs and pulling her back underneath himself. "You are what i want you to be."
She gasped outraged at what he said, she hit him with all her strength, punching his shoulders and chest with her small firsts. "Don't compel me to restrain you anymore." he said calmly yet she could see how angry he was. She pulled her arms over her face and cried softly. He did not stop. He pressed to her entrance again, groaning as he forced her body to accommodate his size. He pulled her arms off, pressing them into the pillow as tears continued to roll down the side of her face. He slowly began pushing in and out, groaning each time she clamped down on him. She gasped at every thrust, unable to keep the knot from tightening in her stomach.
He moved faster and harder within her feeling his release coming. She panted softly, keeping her eyes closed and her hands clenched into the pillow. Heat began spreading from her stomach over her body, his thrusts became more ferocious and too soon he stilled inside her, spraying his seed deep into her. He didn't let her release this time.
She shoved him off herself, turning to the side as she felt his release dripping over her thigh. He laid down beside her, catching his breath. Eventually he faced her to see that she was shaking and soon began sobbing loudly. He waited for her sobs to cease before speaking. "You're not a whore." He stated.
"You lie." she cried, feeling her chest ache. She didn't expect him to treat her this way.
"Lie? Have I not kept you safe from other men? I have given you all the comfort you need, the protection you need, yet you still have the audacity to claim that im treating you like a whore." he shouted, pulling her over to face him.
"Comfort? You tie me up, leave me in a room all day and all night, isolate me from everyone. You take me whenever you want and drop me whenever you please. You claim to protect me, yet you chose to ignore that you hurt me the most, causing me more pain than anyone else. I'm just another woman that you have added to your collection of whores. You're selfish, arrogant and only care about yourself. You have already take what you wanted, now let me go."
Her chest heaved with anger, tears streamed down her face as she pushed him away, climbing off the bed and sitting on the floor between the mess not caring about anything else that could hurt her.
He stayed quiet, processing what she had screamed at him, no other woman had a problem with his lifestyle like she had. They never had the courage to speak either, they hadn't tried. Je already said that she wasn't a whore, he hasn't touched anyone since he had her for the first time and no one could satisfy him except the beautiful angry woman sitting on the floor.
She had fought enough for the day, she was tired and frustrated at everything he had done. Exhausted, she fell asleep on the floor. He watched her tiredly lay down on the cold floor, over the glass and feathers. He sighed getting up, unable to sleep with his slave laying on the floor. He slipped on his slippers, carefully treading over to her, pulling the chain off her foot and lifting her body into his arms.
He walked into another chamber, laying her down on the bed before ordering a guard to get his room cleaned as soon as possible. He shut the door and locked it laying down beside her.
He knew he didn't let her release, he wanted to punish her, but after her tantrum he realized that he had been punishing her for a long time.
He pulled the blanket over her shivering naked body, leaning closer to her as she squeezed herself closer to his warmth. FIngers trailed over her soft cheek, noticing that her cheekbones were more prominent and the circles under her beautiful eyes were dark. She was losing weight fast.
"I'm sorry, Leyla." he whispered, kissing her forehead gently. She sighed softly, snoring lightly. He closed his eyes, falling asleep after the long night of arguing with her. It was time to put things right with her.