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  “Is my little one scared?” A direct question that demanded she answer.

  “Yes, Sir.” Mia’s whisper sounded a million miles distant.

  “And she should be!” He walked around to stand before her and she kept her gaze lowered, knowing it would only anger him further if she raised her head to look at him. “What happens to subs who don’t follow their Master’s rules?”

  “They must be punished, Sir.”

  He squatted before Mia. “You do realise that I discipline you because I have to and not because I want to?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Because, if I don’t punish you, you’ll think it’s okay to do whatever the fuck you want, and I can’t allow that, can I?”

  The wooden floor shimmered through a shroud of unshed tears and Mia swallowed them back. “No, Sir.”

  Strong fingers gripped her chin and raised her face so that she gazed into the steel grey eyes of the man who could simultaneously make her feel both safe and afraid. And right now, his emotionless visage was pushing her into the realms of fear. Mia had messed up. She understood that. She had disobeyed the Master she had sworn complete obedience to. Mia had broken his rules and now she must bear her punishment.

  In one swift movement, he released his hold on her chin and pushed her head down. Mia felt, rather than saw, him stand and walk away. Had he gone to select the implement for her punishment, or was he drawing out the wretched moment? Making her wait longer. Ensuring her psychological torment equalled her forthcoming physical pain. Tension strained her muscles and they screamed for release as she held her posture. She yearned to move, to let the burning melt from her limbs, but she didn’t dare.

  A tapping sound alerted her to her Master’s actions. There was an alarming familiarity in its resonance as he picked through the canes housed in a rack on the wall. Ordinarily, she had no objections to being caned. It was a delight, as she savoured each biting lash against her bare bottom and legs, growing in intensity and pushing her toward the bliss of subspace. Then, taking comfort in her Master’s arms as he kissed away her tears and tenderly massaged cooling lotion into her skin. But…

  Something had changed. He had changed. Never had she had a reason to fear him before, no matter how serious her transgressions. And, although he would inflict pain upon her body, she had never been scared that he would actually harm her. But not now.

  Her last whipping, two days ago, had been brutal, the thin rattan switch splitting her pale skin and leaving her bleeding and sobbing. She had not used her safe word. She had never felt the need to before, but it had been on the verge of tearing free of her lungs when he had finally stopped swinging the cane. She had suffered his fury in each callous stroke. He had never punished her in anger before. His rage terrified her. It implied loss of control. Something a Master should never do.

  Beads of sweat flecked Mia’s skin at the sound of returning footsteps. She wondered where he would discipline her. Where she knelt, tied across the spanking horse, or cuffed to the St. Andrew’s cross? A blur of pink flew past her vision and clattered to the floor. Startled, she jumped and began to overbalance. Tensing her already screaming muscles, she managed to hold her posture. She stared at the dropped object and a wave of nausea washed through her at the sight of the large rabbit vibrator.

  “Did you think I wouldn’t catch you?” He sneered and kicked the fuck toy closer to her. “How dare you play without my permission. You are only allowed to orgasm when I tell you to and yet, twice in the space of one week, I come home to find you with this buzzing away in your cunt!”

  Shame wrapped its slimy embrace around Mia. What he said was true. She had consented to his rules when she had accepted his collar, and she had lived by them to the best of her ability. However, it was getting more and more difficult to abide by them, especially the prolonged orgasm denial he had imposed on her for over a month. This week her will had crumbled. While her Master had been at work, she had taken the vibrator from the box where he kept it and used it to bring herself to a mind-blowing and long overdue orgasm.

  But, she had been so overwhelmed by ecstasy as the toy had throbbed and pulsed inside her pussy that the click of the key in the door and the sound of footsteps mounting the stairs had been lost to her. Her punishment had been immediate and excruciating ˗ the bruises and cuts still clearly visible across her rear and thighs.

  Mia knew she had done wrong but he didn’t understand how difficult it was for her to follow this particular rule at this moment. She had been denied orgasms for more than a month whilst he took unlimited pleasure from the use of her body almost daily. She had screamed and begged him for permission to cum when he fucked her, and each time she had been denied. Or else he would use her mouth or her tight arse, flooding each with his hot spunk while Mia received no release from her own tension.

  “Stand up!”

  His sharp words pulled her back to the present and she scrambled to her feet to stand before her Master.

  “My God, Mia. What the hell happened to any grace that you had? You got up like a crippled elephant. I put a lot of time and effort into your training and I expect better.”

  Mia bit her lip and whispered her apology, hanging her head in shame and deference.

  “This is the second time this week that you’ve let me down and not for some slight misdemeanour, either. I thought that last lesson would have taught you to follow the rules, but apparently, you think your needs outweigh your Master’s. Do you?”

  “No, Sir.” Mia’s voice trembled as she recalled the punishment inflicted on her only a few days earlier. The barely knitted together flesh on her bottom began to throb.

  “One of the fundamental rules for any sub is that they don’t play or orgasm without the express permission of their Master, yet what have I found you doing on two separate occasions?!” His voice rose, echoing around the room and sending a chill through Mia’s spine.

  She had always accepted her punishments with grace and had learned to become a better submissive with each lesson, but this time worry gnawed deep inside her.

  “Answer me!”

  Mia jumped. He never used to raise his voice even when she had screwed up. “I ... I was.” She drew in a deep breath, trying to quash the tremor in her words. “I was using the rabbit to cum, Sir.” Her cheeks burned with shame. She had committed a cardinal sin and guilt chewed a deep hole inside her. She was prepared to accept a strict penance but she realised that his self-control was wavering. “I’m really sorry, Sir. I couldn’t help—”

  “Shut up!” He clipped the chain that he held to the one item that Mia wore – her collar. She stumbled forward as he dragged her across the room towards a chair. He sat, and pulled the leash so Mia had no choice but to fall to her knees before him.

  “Mouth!”

  Obediently, she parted her lips and waited while he unzipped his trousers and freed his swollen cock.

  “Let’s see if you can please me enough to warrant any leniency.”

  Licking her lips, Mia bowed her head and closed her mouth around the smooth, engorged crown of his penis. His hot flesh against her tongue amplified her desire to satisfy the man who controlled her, and she worked her tongue and mouth with an intensity that bordered on ferocious. The tang of his pre-cum excited her and her fears began to slip from her mind as she relaxed into her purpose.

  A muffled yelp escaped her crammed mouth as pain exploded across her scalp. Fingers twisted into her hair and forced her head forward. His rigid dick assaulted the back of her throat. Saliva flooded her mouth and frothed from her lips as her gullet contracted against the onslaught. Salt stung her eyes and tears coursed down her hot cheeks. She recoiled but his hands held fast to choke her while strings of semen mingled with her own drool, running freely down her chin. Her stomach heaved and battled to expel his invasion. A curtain of tears and mascara veiled her vision.

  As soon as he was drained, he shoved her head backwards. She slugged back spittle and cum to clear her mouth an
d gasped in deep, gulping breaths. Her eyes burned and she blinked, trying to dispel the stinging liquid. A sheen of perspiration coated her shaking body.

  “Clean me!” he commanded, and Mia leaned forward to lap away every trace of his orgasm from his fading penis. As soon as she was finished, he zipped his trousers and stood, pulling on the leash. Mia scrambled to her feet as the collar tugged at her neck. “Thank you, Mia, but I don’t think it’s enough to lessen what’s coming to you. You need to learn your lesson. Don’t you agree?”

  “Yes, Sir, but I—”

  “Did I give you permission to speak further?”

  “No, Sir. I’m sorry. Please may I be permitted to speak?”

  He took a moment to consider her request, then nodded. “You may.”

  “Thank you, Sir. I understand the rules which I’ve agreed to abide by, but… but things are different now, Sir.” Mia paused, letting her Master absorb her words.

  “The contract you signed hasn’t changed. The rules stand.”

  “But I have changed, Sir. Things are happening to me which are out of my control. I know you placed me under an orgasm denial but… but with this…” She stroked the curve of her rounded belly. “My body’s altering and there’s all these hormones making me feel horny most of the time. It’s too much to bear, Sir.”

  “Stop whining, Mia. Your pleasure comes from pleasing me, not from having a battery-operated toy throbbing in your cunt. Don’t blame your failings on an unborn baby. Now, face the wall, hands flat on it and legs apart. If you move I’ll whip you even harder.”

  Fresh tears stung Mia’s eyes as she took up her position. It felt so unfair. It wasn’t her fault her body was at the mercy of powerful hormones. She had battled the nausea and the tiredness of pregnancy to fulfil her duties to her Master but this was beyond her control. The urges that overwhelmed her had to be sated. They consumed her like a flow of hot lava devouring everything in its path. She had surrendered to her lust and he had found out. She knew she had to pay the price but Mia thought he was deliberately ignoring the pressure she was under.

  Mia leaned her weight against the wall and tried to calm her mind while he made his choice from the array of canes and floggers. Maybe if she could relax her mind and body she would be able to get through this without the need to safeword. She focussed on taking slow, steady breaths. It was almost like she was preparing for the birth of the baby she was carrying. At least she should be able to cope with childbirth, she thought, if she could endure what was coming next.

  A cool hand pressing down on the base of her spine alerted her to his return and readiness. Mia closed her eyes and tried to shut out everything else. It will soon be over, she reminded herself. It will soon be over.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper. She held her breath and waited.

  She heard the briefest swoosh before an explosion of pain flared across her naked bottom. A scream erupted from her lips and warm blood ran down her thigh as the barely closed wounds burst open again.

  “Be quiet and take your punishment!” He raised the thin rattan switch above his head, paused for a moment, then swept it down in an arc to connect with his target. A spray of blood showered his white shirt and Mia emptied her lungs in an ear-splitting scream. Without pause, he raised the cane again and swung it down toward the crying woman. She shrieked. Scarlet streaks ran freely down her trembling legs and her body twisted in a futile attempt to dodge the strokes.

  Mia gasped in a lungful of air between each lash. This was a new pinnacle of pain for her with no hope of the mercy of subspace to deaden the blows. Fear gripped her in its iron fist. Another stroke exploded across her bottom and she screamed.

  “Red! Red!”

  “Oh, Mia. You don’t get the privilege of a safe word this time.” He rained another blow down onto her bruised and bloodied flesh. “I will make sure you learn your lesson this time.”

  “Please, Sir,” she begged for mercy through her sobs. “Please, stop. I can’t take any more.” Mia fell to her knees and the next blow sliced the thin skin covering her spine. This was one blow too much. A flame ignited inside her, quickly growing into an inferno fed by terror and the instinct to survive. Without pre-meditation, she rolled onto her side, feeling only the thin wind of the strike as it missed her body.

  Crack.

  The cane struck the hardwood flooring and split into two.

  The snap of the rattan was the starting pistol that spurred her into action. Despite her anguish and the heaviness of her belly, she scrambled to her feet with the speed of a cheetah, darting across the room toward the door, away from the man she had respected and worshipped for years. Her damp, sweating fingers slipped from the door handle.

  Locked.

  Once again, Mia wrapped her fingers around it and shook the door with what strength she could muster, but her only reward was the rattle of the lock laughing at her demise. She spun around and pressed her back against the door. The cool wood provided little relief from the fire that burned her damaged skin. She stared through her tears at the figure of her Master as he slowly turned toward her.

  “Get. Back. Here.” He spat the words, splattering the floor with spittle. His brow furrowed above stormy eyes.

  “I called ‘Red.’”

  “You don’t deserve a safe word for disobeying me twice in one week. If you can’t follow my rules…” he pointed to the wall where a large wooden frame displayed the comprehensive list of mutually agreed-upon rules with both signatures at the bottom “…then you have to accept the consequences. Now get your pathetic body over to the cross. As you can’t be trusted to remain still and accept your punishment like a good sub, I’m going to restrain you until I’ve finished.”

  Mia shook her head. “I can’t take this anymore. You’ve broken my limits, Sir.”

  “Now, Mia, you know as well as I do that limits are there to be pushed. Get yourself over to the cross or do I have to drag you?”

  Keeping her eyes locked on her tormentor, Mia edged along the wall, not knowing what her next move would be. He had disregarded her safe word and now she was lost. If he had no respect for that, she didn’t know what he was capable of. Her hands moved to her neck, finding the buckle to the leather collar she wore, and her fingers fumbled at the clasp.

  “Don’t you dare remove that!”

  Mia jumped but continued to work the clasp until it broke free. The collar and chain clattered to the floor.

  “On your knees and pick it up, bitch!”

  “No!” Mia’s voice was louder and stronger than she thought possible. “I’ve been a good submissive for years. I’ve followed all your rules willingly. Not because I was scared of what you would do if I didn’t, but because I wanted to. I wanted to please you and make you happy. That made me happy.”

  He closed the gap between them. His hands grabbed her long hair and her feet slid across the floor as he pulled her towards the St. Andrews cross. Mia’s hands darted to her head and her nails gouged at his hands, digging deeply until they were slick with his blood. She wasn’t prepared to be the obedient sub anymore. She had someone else to consider, and if her baby’s father couldn’t make allowances for the changes that were happening to her, then all bets were off.

  Mia’s shrieks reverberated around the room as a clump of hair ripped free from her scalp and she clawed desperately at his larger hands. Her nail tips pierced his flesh and she took some satisfaction from his moans, despite her own pain. Her head fell forward and she realised his grip had loosened. She twisted away from him and ran towards the rack of canes and floggers. Her fingers grasped the brutal leather bullwhip that dominated the collection. It had only ever been used as a decorative piece but that was about to change. Mia twirled the plaited length of leather above her head and cracked it towards her assailant. It snaked to his left and was greeted by low laughter.

  “Oh, Mia. You silly little girl. A beautiful whip like that needs a skilled, strong h
and to bring it to life. To control it.” He took a step closer, a grin twisting his lips. “Give it to me and I’ll show you how.”

  Mia pulled back the whip and tried again to use it against her advancing Master, but she had never tried to whip or flog anyone in her life and the long length of cowhide felt clumsy in her inexperienced hand. She swung it again, snagging it on the wooden cross behind her. Her hold slipped and the handle clattered to the floor. Spying her weakness, he leapt forward, but she danced out of reach.

  He snarled at his fingers’ impotent attempt to grab her, then he yelled in shock. A puddle of blood from Mia’s wounds smeared a trail behind his heel as it slipped across the floor, and he crashed to the ground. The crunch of snapping bone as he landed with his arm twisted beneath him stopped Mia running further away, and she turned to see what had happened.

  She watched the man who had controlled her every thought and action for years writhe and moan on the floor of the punishment room as he tried to push himself upright using his good arm. The unnatural angles of the limb beneath him made it sway like a demented pendulum with every scramble and movement he made. His ghost-white face stared at her, betraying the driving force that was compelling him to his feet – the ultimate and final punishment of the submissive who had dared to disobey him and his rules.

  Mia forced years of obedient behaviour and ritual from her mind and opened the door to a new feeling.

  Survival.

  The realisation that the man before her was no longer her Master hit Mia with the force of a diesel train. He had forfeited the right to that title when he changed, and Mia realised she could pinpoint the moment it had happened. It was when she became pregnant. He had been happy and content with her when he was the only one who had any claim to her body and mind, but now she had a child to consider. She suddenly understood that he was not willing, nor would he ever be, to share her with anyone, including the baby they had created together. In an instant, every scrap of trust that she had built up over the years evaporated. He wasn’t going to stop until Mia, or the unborn, was destroyed. She was going to have to fight for their survival.