were pure metal, thicker than a piece of bread. I could feel nothing beneath, my nethers imprisoned from even me.
The straps were strong, might as well have been steel for someone without a blade of any kind. A lock sat on each side of my inner thighs, dangling, taunting me with how they kept the device in place.
Leonide chuckled; I saw him wave the key.
The next thing I tore at was him.
Reaching out, screaming so much my throat went raw, I clawed for his hair. With how he was kneeling, I caught him unprotected. I'd actually done it. Down we went, tumbling on the floor boards. My cuffs and belt were singing, reminding us both that I was handicapped.
It was also what gave me strength.
One of my nails caught him beside his right eye. It was a tiny thing, the cut even tinier, but it saturated me with pure fucking joy. I hurt him. I actually hurt him! I...
Oh. Oh no.
I managed to hurt him. Oh god.
He was stunned, sitting under me while I hovered with my fist by my head. The precipice of doom, it waved before me. I'd done the thing I'd wanted. Injured the man who had kidnapped me and planned to force me into some arranged marriage.
A man who had no issues hurting me back.
I am stupid after all.
Leonide moved so slowly—or was it my response? His slap threw me sideways, toppled me off of him. On my stomach, hair in my face, I didn't move. I treated Leonide like he was a wild grizzly. Play dead, he'll leave you alone.
Rolling me over on my side, his second slap put me fully on my back. The ringing in my ears was spectacular. I expected to taste blood. Instead I tasted his lips.
What's happening? All of his weight was on me, mouth buried, stealing what was left in my lungs. This was a man who had wished me harm. Why, then, was I feeling his tongue send trembles to my belly?
All too quick, he pulled away. It was the first hint of my own confusion reflected in his face. Did he just... lose control? I had imagined it. I must have. Those charming features were contorted in disgust, fingers wrenching in my hair to force my head back.
In a burst of clarity and self-preservation, my voice returned. "I'm sorry!" I screamed, tears rolling like a dam burst. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry! Stop, please, sir!"
"You actually hit me," he snarled, "you... fuck! You just..." He let me go, my skull thumping to the floor. It was hard to focus. I watched him run fingers over his scalp. The cover returned, his calm collection hiding whatever I had done to him. Gently, he touched the small cut on his temple, wiped away the line of blood.
Why was I crying so much? "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Don't you ever, ever , dare harm me again. Celeste, do you understand me?"
I didn't stop nodding my head until he got off me, not until after he left me there, crying in the darkness with no one to see.
I was sorry.
I just didn't know why.
****
L eonide didn't visit me for two days.
Food came and went, familiar faces from the women. Sitting by myself was the worst punishment devised. The chastity belt kept me from touching myself, and my brain couldn't erase the way Leonide had lost himself and kissed me.
Touching my lips, I remembered how he'd tasted. Like whiskey, like a fucking thunderstorm that wanted to swallow me whole.
I needed to get out of this place.
Sitting in my filthy dress, the white front dotted with stains, I kicked my feet in the air. The cuffs were starting to chaff, the straps around my thighs were no better. I'd examined the belt many times. The only thing that proved useful was that it still allowed me to urinate. Part of me relished the idea of ruining everything Leonide gave me; clothes, the bed, the room...
My nails brushed my cheek. Myself? Wouldn't that be something. He wants to sell me. What if I damaged the goods? Muscles vibrated, fingers poised beside my face.
Remembering the cut I'd given Leonide made my limb fall.
I'm a coward. I can't hurt anyone, never mind myself.
Gripping my greasy hair, I wished
The straps were strong, might as well have been steel for someone without a blade of any kind. A lock sat on each side of my inner thighs, dangling, taunting me with how they kept the device in place.
Leonide chuckled; I saw him wave the key.
The next thing I tore at was him.
Reaching out, screaming so much my throat went raw, I clawed for his hair. With how he was kneeling, I caught him unprotected. I'd actually done it. Down we went, tumbling on the floor boards. My cuffs and belt were singing, reminding us both that I was handicapped.
It was also what gave me strength.
One of my nails caught him beside his right eye. It was a tiny thing, the cut even tinier, but it saturated me with pure fucking joy. I hurt him. I actually hurt him! I...
Oh. Oh no.
I managed to hurt him. Oh god.
He was stunned, sitting under me while I hovered with my fist by my head. The precipice of doom, it waved before me. I'd done the thing I'd wanted. Injured the man who had kidnapped me and planned to force me into some arranged marriage.
A man who had no issues hurting me back.
I am stupid after all.
Leonide moved so slowly—or was it my response? His slap threw me sideways, toppled me off of him. On my stomach, hair in my face, I didn't move. I treated Leonide like he was a wild grizzly. Play dead, he'll leave you alone.
Rolling me over on my side, his second slap put me fully on my back. The ringing in my ears was spectacular. I expected to taste blood. Instead I tasted his lips.
What's happening? All of his weight was on me, mouth buried, stealing what was left in my lungs. This was a man who had wished me harm. Why, then, was I feeling his tongue send trembles to my belly?
All too quick, he pulled away. It was the first hint of my own confusion reflected in his face. Did he just... lose control? I had imagined it. I must have. Those charming features were contorted in disgust, fingers wrenching in my hair to force my head back.
In a burst of clarity and self-preservation, my voice returned. "I'm sorry!" I screamed, tears rolling like a dam burst. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry! Stop, please, sir!"
"You actually hit me," he snarled, "you... fuck! You just..." He let me go, my skull thumping to the floor. It was hard to focus. I watched him run fingers over his scalp. The cover returned, his calm collection hiding whatever I had done to him. Gently, he touched the small cut on his temple, wiped away the line of blood.
Why was I crying so much? "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Don't you ever, ever , dare harm me again. Celeste, do you understand me?"
I didn't stop nodding my head until he got off me, not until after he left me there, crying in the darkness with no one to see.
I was sorry.
I just didn't know why.
****
L eonide didn't visit me for two days.
Food came and went, familiar faces from the women. Sitting by myself was the worst punishment devised. The chastity belt kept me from touching myself, and my brain couldn't erase the way Leonide had lost himself and kissed me.
Touching my lips, I remembered how he'd tasted. Like whiskey, like a fucking thunderstorm that wanted to swallow me whole.
I needed to get out of this place.
Sitting in my filthy dress, the white front dotted with stains, I kicked my feet in the air. The cuffs were starting to chaff, the straps around my thighs were no better. I'd examined the belt many times. The only thing that proved useful was that it still allowed me to urinate. Part of me relished the idea of ruining everything Leonide gave me; clothes, the bed, the room...
My nails brushed my cheek. Myself? Wouldn't that be something. He wants to sell me. What if I damaged the goods? Muscles vibrated, fingers poised beside my face.
Remembering the cut I'd given Leonide made my limb fall.
I'm a coward. I can't hurt anyone, never mind myself.
Gripping my greasy hair, I wished
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