Gavin snarled and grabbed my collar, hauling me up high on my knees. "Bitch, that sounded dangerously close to an ultimatum. There's only one thing you need to worry about here, and that's keeping me happy. You got that?" With his free hand he found my nipple and pinched it hard.
I cried out, my arms pulling helplessly against the manacles at my wrists. I was reminded of the helplessness of my situation. It turned my stomach. "Y-yes! Ow, shit! Yes, sir! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
He released my nipple and, still lifting hard on my collar, gave both of my breasts a few sharp slaps as if to prove a point. "Good. I'm not going to let a spoiled little bitch think she can talk to me like she's more than..." He cut off, giving me a hard look.
I strained to keep my head above the collar digging into my flesh as he held me, my hands still bound behind my back. I didn't dare look away from him. "I'm sorry," I breathed. I'd never felt such a deep and immobilizing fear as that moment. I knew deep in my bones that I was just some thing for him to do with as he pleased. he could do anything to me, for any reason, and I'd just have to take it. "Please, don't hurt me. I'll be good. I'll follow all your rules. All of them! I promise!"
He regarded me with barely-contained anger. "You'd fuckin' better."
Without releasing my collar, he walked me to the kitchen. I wasn't allowed to rise from my knees and had no hands to support me if I fell. He was neither patient nor gentle, half-dragging me across the carpeted living room as I struggled weakly in his strong hands. He half-threw, half-pushed me down over the arm of the couch. I was bent over in a very undignified manner, ass thrust out. He kicked my ankle so I spread my legs to display my freshly waxed pussy. "Stay right there."
I nodded. "Yes, sir. I won't move."
He slapped my ass hard enough to make me yelp and then he left the room without another word.
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to keep myself calm. I was in a totally hopeless situation. Naked and afraid. But why did it all turn me on so much? I clung to that little ember of lust that I found in my shame. If there was no way out of this situation, maybe I could learn to enjoy it.
I heard muted voices from somewhere deeper in the house and then a door closed and a feminine voice said, "I just don't see what this has to do with me."
A moment later, Gavin returned with a very pretty young woman. His daughter, I presumed. She was strikingly beautiful, with full breasts and an hourglass figure that made me instantly jealous.
She looked at me with surprise and mild interest. "Oh, you didn't tell me she was going to be naked!"
"Just sit down." Gavin said, gesturing towards a nearby chair. "You need to see this."
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