Page 31 of Clawed
“There.”Satisfaction reverberated from his voice as he crouched before her.“This is what you said you wanted, right?”
“Yes, Mr.Lawes, sir.”It almost killed her to admit it, but she realized there was no point in lies.No doubt, he’d kept those conversations, and he could prove exactly what had been said.
“There’s my good girl.”He patted her head condescendingly as, jerking at the end of the leash, he rose to his full height beside her.“On your hands and knees then.Let’s see how good you are at being my pet.”
He strode off along the hallway, the metal chain between them giving her little choice but to follow.Pressing her hands into the worn carpet, she started after him, brutally aware that not only was she naked but still plugged by the dildo he’d said would release a shock if she failed to please.Struggling to keep up with his pace, her movement was ungainly as she ignored the pleas of her palms and knees.
“You’ll need practice.”He paused, watching her close the distance between them.“But you’ll have plenty of that.I intend to give you everything you asked for, little girl.”
Hannah’s head lowered, noticing the tatty leather of his shoes.Clearly, he’d blown all his cash on her toys and gadgets.
How touching.
“Now you can thank me.”His tone was admonishing, as though she should have known better.
“Thank you, Mr.Lawes, sir.”Staring at his worn-out footwear, she couldn’t recall ever feeling so low.
Yes, he was bringing all of her fantasies to life, but he was doing so without her agreement, and once again, he’d taken control of her entire life in order to dominate her.She wasn’t sure how much of another ordeal she could tolerate.
“We’ll work on your gratitude, too.”His voice was knowing.“But first, I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.”
Her attention rose to his shins.“Is that a question, sir?”
“No.”Glee practically radiated from him.“The decision is made.Let’s head to the kitchen.I can show you the drinking bowl I have for you.”
She hardly had time to process his words before a hard jerk at her neck insisted she follow him.She watched his tired shoes disappear as she scrambled after him, not allowing her thoughts to disappear down another pit of panic.
He got me a bowl!She heaved in a breath.We talked about that, too, didn’t we?
She hesitated, the memory of their chats temporarily stunning her until the leash tugged her forward.So, that was his plan.She shook her head as he led her down the dark corridor.It was as if the last piece of the puzzle had fallen into place, and suddenly, she understood.He’d set the entire house up for her—whatever he said to the contrary.The whole sorry nightmare was her own personal purgatory—a place where he played the god who owned her, and she followed every one of his warped commands.
He’s giving me everything I said I wanted.
“Here.”He opened the door at the end of the hall and motioned into the new room.She peered around the frame as best she could, only able to make out the edge of what looked like a dining room chair.“Let’s get you lapping like a proper pet.”
Heat grew on her face as she crawled into the lighter room, her misery mingling with her embarrassment.She had asked for this, but she’d never imagined an outcome like the one she now found herself in.She’d believed the worst was over, that it was safe to step out and be honest about her desires.
But she’d been wrong.
“Wait here.”He tied the end of the leash around the top of the chair she’d peeked a look at it.“And don’t even consider being a bad pet, Hannah.Remember, I have the remote control to your dildo in my pocket, and I’d hate to have to use it.”
I bet.She bit back on the retort as he walked off in another direction.I bet he’d really detest having to punish me in the mean and obscure way he’s devised.
She watched as he reached into a shabby-looking cupboard and produced a metal dog bowl.Her sex tingled with anticipation as he filled the bowl with water, even then betraying her base needs as the life she knew hung in the balance.
“Time to drink.”He wandered closer and placed the bowl by his feet.“Get your face in there.”
Edging toward it tentatively, she eyed the clear liquid in the bowl.It certainly looked like clean water, and she supposed she was thirsty.
“Do you need a reminder about who’s in charge?”His curt tone instructed her heart rate to accelerate again.
“No, Mr.Lawes, sir.”She lowered over the bowl.
As her tongue plunged into the cold water, she tried not to dwell on what she was doing or on the heat building between her legs.She couldn’t let his debasing treatment of her or her unfathomable reactions to his treatment bring her to the brink of despair.
Not again.
Not yet.
