A Second Chance for Her

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Jenna

“Undress,” he says as he steps away from me and turns his back to me.

I do as he’s said and notice him dropping his underwear to the floor before going to the dresser. He opens the top drawer and pulls out his leather belt.

My stomach tenses as he bends it in half and slaps his left palm with it. Then he reaches back into the drawer and pulls out a small black bungee cord. When he turns back to me I’m undressed and looking at the things in his hands.

“Get on your knees and bow your head. Don’t look at me unless I tell you to. Do you understand?” he asks me as he looks into my eyes with his eyes narrowed.

“I’m not an i***t. Of course I understand you.” I go to my knees and drop my head, then find he has me by my hair and is pulling me back up.

I yelp with the pain. “Rod!”

He yanks my hair and my face is maybe an inch from his. He talks between clenched teeth, “I want no smart mouthing. You get me?”

I nod. “K.”

He pushes me to the floor and I scramble to get back into the position he told me to get into. His words are sharp and clear. “You only talk when I tell you to. You only c*m when I tell you to. You only do what I tell you to. Do you understand me?”

I nod and say, “Yes.”

The belt flies through the air and lands solidly on my back. “Yes, Master!” he shouts.

I have to fight to control the urge to get up and knock the living s**t out of him. “Yes, Master.” The words do not come easily out of my mouth.

I can feel a welt forming on my back from the hit, and I’m not sure I can do this. I don’t know why he needs this. Then I’m reminded of the little slut who is not very far down the road and put everything out of my mind except doing what pleases the man I love.

With my head down I can only see his bare feet walking away from me. Then I hear a drawer open and he comes back. With another hard yank on my hair, he pulls my head up and I catch a glimpse of a black dog collar. He puts it around my neck.

It’s tight, and I feel a little choked by it. He puts one finger between it and my flesh. “It’s not too tight,” he says.

I beg to differ. I can’t even wear turtleneck sweaters because they’re uncomfortable to me.

And he wants me to wear a f*****g dog collar!

Then he attaches a matching leash and tells me to get on my hands and knees and go to the far wall. The one I saw the foreign hook placed near the top of.

I go and feel odd and weird and very uncomfortable and not the least bit sexy. Once I get to the wall, I stop, and he says, “Kneel and place your hands together in front of you.”

I do what he’s told me to and find him wrapping the little bungee cord around my wrists. He binds my hands together with it, then he pulls me up, using the leash.

The collar kind of chokes me as I try to get up without the use of my hands. Once I’m up, he takes my bound hands and loops the cord over the hook on the wall.

I’m facing the wall and can smell the old cigarette smoke as it clings to it from all the times Rod’s smoked in here. I make a note to wash the walls, as the smell makes me sick to my stomach.

But, to be honest, this whole act is making me feel sick.

I feel the heat of his breath as he leans close to my back and moves my hair to expose my neck and says, “I’m going to give you your first s******g, Jenna Foster. This will tell me what your initial threshold for pain is, and I will give you this many thrashes each time we do this, adding one more every time. Do you understand me?”

“How do I tell you when I’ve had all I can take?”

“I’ll need you to say the safe-word. No or stop are not enough, because you will not ever say those words to me again when I ask you anything. Your answer to all of my questions or demands will be a simple yes, Master. In public it will be only yes. And the safe-word is candy. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I say and don’t know how I’m going along with this.

He’s like some Nazi and I’m a little Jewish girl he plans on torturing for his own devious pleasure.

“Only say the safe-word when you are crying. I don’t want to hear it before that time. This is to build a bond between us that will last a lifetime. A bond between the Master and his slave.”

I hear the leather belt cut through the air as he draws it back. Then I hear it again as it flies to meet the tender flesh covering my ass, and the first hit stings then burns intensely.

My heart pounds with the strike and I try hard not to scream. His voice is hard and brusque as he counts the thrashes off, “One.”

The sound of the belt flying through the air comes again, and the second strike has me biting my lower lip to stop the scream with the burning pain and he says, “Two.”

My heart is pounding so hard I can no longer hear the belt as it moves through the air. The leather hits my skin and I feel tears welling up as he says, “Three.”

I know I had better have them streaming down my face before I say the word which will end this. Another slap stings my ass and it’s throbbing. “Four,” comes from him.

Then I feel his finger moving to the edge of my v****a and he slides it inside of me. “You’re wet for me.”

He pulls his finger out of me and presses it to my lips. I part them and he pushes it inside and I taste myself on it. Then he pulls it back and the leather belt strikes me again. This time, a sob comes out of me as the tears fall freely.

“Five,” he says.

“Candy!” I cry out. “Candy, Rod!”

“Candy, baby,” he says as he tosses the belt on the bed and presses his body against my back. He leaves my hands bound and on the hook. “Now I’m going to f**k you. Don’t move or say a f*****g word or I’ll give you five more thrashes. c*m only when I tell you to, and you better f*****g come for real or I’ll give you five more lashes. Do you understand me?”

I choke the words out as I’m crying very hard now, “Yes, Master.”

His c**k is large and pulsing as he moves the tip to my asshole and I tense up as he’s never taken me in the ass before.

I hold my breath and the sobs stop as I prepare myself for the intrusion. The large tip of his c**k moves inside my asshole and then he pulls it back out.

“Good, girl,” he says. Then he pushes the tip in again. “Just the tip for tonight.”

He moves only the tip in and out a total of twenty times, then moves his c**k to my v****a and thrusts hard into me. His body is hot and sweaty and so is mine.

My hair clings to my head with the sweat and our bodies glide against each other’s as he thrusts hard into me. He takes a handful of my hair and yanks it hard. Then his mouth is on my neck and he’s biting me hard then sucking hard on the place he bit.

I swear every nerve in my body is on fire with the amount of hard stimuli he’s given it. It’s an uncomfortable heat, and I don’t find any pleasure in it.

The feeling of being used is what I feel. Then I recall how he said if I don’t c*m for real he’s going to give me five more thrashes.

I close my eyes and try to feel pleasure. I focus on his hard d**k plunging into me, making me feel full. His c**k is inside me deep, and the penetration is stroking me in all the right ways.

For whatever reason this pleases him and gives him pleasure, so I had better figure out how to make this work for me or I will surely lose him.

His teeth take my earlobe and he delivers a hard bite. I nearly yelp, but manage to keep it in. Then he asks, “Do you like me f*****g you, baby?”

“Yes, Master,” I say. One of his hands moves around me and his thumb and forefinger pinch my c**t.

He rubs it with his middle finger as he pounds into me from behind. My body starts shaking as an o****m is threatening me. But I can’t let it go until he tells me to, or it means more lashes on my ass, which still burns from the first ones.

Thankfully, I feel his c**k stiffen inside me, and he moans from near my ear, “Cum.”

I let go and want to shriek with the intensity of the c****x, but don’t dare. He makes slow strokes until his c**k no longer pulses, then he moves out of me and leaves me hanging on the hook.

My body sags and my arms ache. Then he takes them off the hook and undoes the cord. My arms fall to my sides and I can’t move them.

He picks me up in his strong arms and lays me face down on the bed. “I’m going to get the medicated cream to put on the lashes. Stay right there.”

He walks away and I don’t think I could move if I had to. Then he’s back and rubbing the cool stuff all over my assai numbs it, and the burning finally eases.

“You did better than I ever imagined you could for the first time, baby. I’m so proud of you. I knew you’d be good at this.” He kisses my back as he moves me up on the bed, then climbs over me, straddling my back then begins massaging it and my shoulders, which already feel stiff.

I don’t say a word, as he hasn’t told me I can yet. And I don’t know what I would say, anyway.

Thanks for beating my ass …

Nah, I have nothing to say.

Rod stops the massage and pulls the hair off my neck and kisses my cheek. It’s a sweet kiss. Nothing like the way he’s been treating my body. “I’m going to get you something for the pain. It’ll help you sleep. I’m really proud of you. Thanks.”

He climbs off me and leaves the room. I try very hard not to cry.