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I put my hand to the back of her head again and I pressed the dildo into her throat. She wasn’t bound, so when she started to gag, her hands came around front to try to pull it from her throat, and I calmly put the dildo on the table and uncovered the tray of torture devices I’d thought I might need. First, though, I restrained her wrist cuffs behind her back, and fastened her ankle cuffs together while I was at it. After a moment’s thought, I used a chain to connect her wrist to her ankles. It wasn’t a hog tie — she could sit up straight but wouldn’t be able to stand.

And then I put clover clamps on her nipples and told her, “Eventually, you’ll be punished for reaching around like that, but since I haven’t adequately trained you to remain in place, we’ll have a training session later and focus on just that. For now, I’ll restrain your arms since you aren’t capable of self-restraint yet.”

I touched her chin and she met my gaze. In some things, she’s a quick learner. “If I think you’re trying, the clamps will come off. If I don’t think you’re giving it your all, I’ll put weights on the clamps, and I’ll add an industrial clamp to your clit.”

She gave a tiny nod to acknowledge she understood, and I kissed her forehead.

“Okay, here we go again. You’ll need to learn to catch a deep breath before a cock goes into your throat.”

Twenty minutes in, she was frantic from the training with slime dripping down the front of her body because there was nothing to throw up and that was all her body could manage to eject. Tears rolled down her face, but she still tried as hard as she could to accept it down her throat because her nipples were seriously hurting. Weights had been added, and they were back off because she was no longer fighting me, but she wasn’t doing well enough yet for me to remove the clamps.

And this was when I told her, “Thirty-second offer, so decide quick. Ask me to fuck your pussy and your asshole, and I’ll remove the nipple clamps, release your other bondage, and takeyou to one of the guest room beds on this level. Thirty seconds and then the offer goes away.” I glanced at my watch. “Starting now.”

I counted to five, and when she didn’t say anything, I reached for the dildo and headed it back towards her face.

“Please fuck my pussy and asshole, Master.”

I stopped moving, but kept my hands in the air, in mid-reach, halfway to her head. “Whose pussy and asshole is it?”

“Please fuck your slave’s pussy and asshole, Master.”

I lowered my hands and gave her what I hoped was a speculative look. “You know this doesn’t mean you won’t have to be trained to take a cock down your throat, yes? It means we’ll stop training for now, but you’re going to get an hour of training today, no matter what, so it only gives you a break.”

“Understood, Master. Please fuck your slave’s pussy and asshole.”

Her instructions were to avoid theIandmepronouns as much as possible when she answered questions. It wasn’t a rule at this point, and I hadn’t punished her for not doing so, but I did occasionally make her reword an answer. She’d saidunderstoodwithout a pronoun, instead ofI understand, and I appreciated the effort.

Should I work on some kind of progress charting with her? A way to communicate the changes she’d made I was pleased with, and the things she wasn’t catching onto well enough? She’d learned the positions, but she wasn’t moving into and out of them gracefully enough. At all. On the other hand, she was doing well with the whole avoiding pronouns thing. She still used them occasionally, but most of the time, she figured out how to word her sentences without them.

“Another choice, Daisy May. Shall I bind you in the position I want you, or do you think you can stay put without moving outof position? Since I’m giving you a choice, you’ll be punished if you can’t remain as I put you.”

“Then please bind your slave into position, Master.”

It didn’t take long to wrap the posture collar around her neck, because the bitch was going to look exactly where I wanted her to, and she wasn’t going to look away.

She stood in place for me to put it on, but likely only because she’d never worn one before and had no idea how restricting it would be. When it was secure, I motioned towards the bed. “On your back, then. Center of the mattress.”

I used an Ace bandage to join her right forearm to her right shin, and then another bandage to do the same on her left side. I used rope to connect her wrist cuffs to connection points on the outside of the headboard, level with the top of the mattress. She’d be able to move her arms and legs a little, but wouldn’t be able to pull them together. Most importantly, she wouldn’t be able to kick me while I fucked her.

I thought we were probably past that, but I wasn’t going to give her an opportunity. Not yet, anyway.

I’d inserted plenty of things into her, but as of yet, I hadn’t put so much as a finger into her.

I liked the idea of putting my dick into her first, but she wasn’t quite horny enough, so I opted for my tongue to be the first body part. Two minutes of licking her clit and tongue-fucking her cunt, and I rose above her, put the head of my cock at her entrance, and told her, “I need to hear the pronouns this time, Daisy May. Ask me again. If you’ve changed your mind, we can go back to your training.”

She met my gaze, and her scent matched her words when she asked, “Please fuck me, Master.”

Daisy was becoming mine in increments. In my head, I thought the litmus test for her being totally mine was once bondage was no longer required — when she could come and gofrom my home, and she always chose to return. However, when I penetrated her for the first time and our energies joined, my wolf let me know she wouldn’t be mine until the five years were up, I’d paid her the fifty grand, and shestillchose to stay.

Would I still want her then? Becausefuck, but I wanted her to be mine now.

Chapter 17

Daisy

I’d wondered why he hadn’t fucked me, and I understood, now. It was more of hisplausible deniability, but the damned thing was, it worked, because this absolutely wasn’t rape. Oh, sure, legally it was, because a coerced request doesn’t count as a request, and yet, Iwantedhim to fuck me. I wouldn’t have asked him to if he hadn’t strong-armed me into it, and yet, I was glad he’d done so.

Don’t ask me to make sense of it. Maybe it was Stockholm syndrome, or maybe I’d been attracted to him from the beginning and I was just telling myself that.

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