Page 17 of Brian and Mina's Holiday Hits
I have to fight the eye roll, but I drink to appease him. Then he draws me a warm, but not too hot bath. I hiss anyway as I sink down into the water.
“Motherfucker!” I say.
He arches a brow.
“I just mean in general. Not you.” Maybe him a little bit. Heisthe one who caused the pain after all. “You could have gotten me branded or tattooed like a civilized person,” I say.
Brian just watches me from across the room. “It wouldn’t have been the same, and you know it.”
I lean against the tub, hissing again until I find a way to lay that doesn’t hurt and close my eyes. I don’t hear him approach. He’s silent like the predator he is. I don’t realize he’s sitting on the edge of the tub until his hand is in the water, trailing over various parts of my body, teasing me until finally he begins to stroke between my thighs.
“Who do you belong to, Mina?”
“You, Master.” It comes out on a breathy sigh as my hips rise up to meet his questing fingers.
“Who are you going to come for like a good girl?”
“You, Master.” This time, it’s a moan. I know he wants to hear that title. I’m surprised part of his punishment wasn’t forme calling him by his first name. He’d looked surprised when I’d said it earlier today, but not bothered. But I think we both know it’s better to keep up appearances at the house that this is a one hundred percent every second of every day sort of ownership, even though I think we both know its evolved into something else.
He pumps fingers inside me as his thumb strokes over my clit and I fuck myself on those fingers.
“Please…”
“I own you. I own this cunt. I own your orgasm. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper.
Every time I say that word, he becomes more aggressive, more intent on pulling my pleasure from me.
“Now,” he growls.
I didn’t realize I was waiting for permission to come until he granted it. I buck harder against him, my scream filling the bathroom as the contractions of my orgasm overtake me.
After a few moments he pulls his hand from the water. “You didn’t scream that loud in the dungeon.”
He helps me out of the tub, dries me off, and puts a salve and bandages on my back, then he tucks me into bed and leaves the room.
He returns about fifteen minutes later with dinner from the cafeteria. Phyllis made Lasagna and homemade garlic bread tonight. She probably made salads as well but Brian must have decided to leave the rabbit food for the rabbits, choosing instead to bring us both the heartier fare.
We eat quietly, and watch a little TV. Then he pulls me into his arms and we sleep.
NINE
brian
I wake in total darkness,not unusual for an underground room with no windows. I can’t remember if I was dreaming, if a nightmare pulled me up from the depths. Will I need to run on the treadmill to get back to sleep? I wait, breathing into the quiet of the room, but no memories that I need to run from surface.
I panic for a moment realizing I’m on my back, my wrists shackled to the headboard. I quickly also become aware that my legs are splayed and tied down. I sleep naked so I have the urge to protect my most vulnerable spots, but it’s not an option at the moment.
“Shhhhh.”
Even in the darkness I know it’s her. Mina. The fact that it’s her, calms me a little.
“Once you’re truly out, you sleep like the dead,” she says.
It’s true. It’s not that I’m a light sleeper. It’s that nightmares often wake me. They come less with Mina in bed beside me, but they still come sometimes.
Slowly the room becomes illuminated as she lights candle after candle. I’m immediately concerned about fire hazards, but each candle is on a flat surface inside a larger glass container.It doesn’t get much safer than that. Still I feel on edge. I don’t know if it’s the fire, being tied up, or waking so abruptly to this situation.
