The Enforcer's Bride

Chapter 12

Hannah

Jude forced me down a dark set of wooden steps to a basement dimly lit hallway and lead me all the way to a thick steel door. Was this a meat locker? Is he locking me away and literally going to forget about me? My mind started imagining the worst as he punched in another code and the door slowly opened.

My mouth popped open in surprise. Behind the door was a decadent red velvet carpeted room with red and black wall paper and a crystal chandelier. There was a tall desk with a woman dressed like she was going to a nightclub standing behind it and two black leather couches.

“Sit,” Jude ordered me through gritted teeth.

“Jude! What are you doing here at this early hour?” The woman greeted him, her eyes flicked to me. “Is this a permanent move or…?” Her question trailed off.

“Jillian! Yes it is early isn’t it? I find myself in need of the black room. Can you prepare it for me?” Jude smiled at her, she glanced back at me then nodded and quickly left through a curtained doorway.

“Jude, what are we doing here? What is this place?” Jude ignored me and placed his hands in his pockets. The woman he called Jillian returned, nodded to Jude and he took my arm and hauled me through the curtain.

Inside was a larger two-s********m, full of couches, chaises, and loungers. My feet sank into the luscious carpet and the lighting casts different shadows on the walls. There was a well-stocked bar in the corner, but no one was here to enjoy it.

Jude hauled me through a black padded door in the back into a smaller black dungeon. The floor was made of black rubber, the walls black leather cushioning with chains, whips, and different elements of torture hanging up. There was a chest in the corner and several racks, one set up like a giant X. I struggled to get my arm free from Jude.

“Jude, what the hell is this?” I asked, quickly looking around. 

I reached back for the door, feeling the need to leave immediately and Jude smacked my hand with a riding crop.

“You want to be a bad girl Hannah? Fine. But bad girls get punished.” 

Jude grabbed me by the collar of my dress and dragged me over to the giant X. He turned me so that my back was facing him, reached up, and chained my hands above me.

“Jude! Stop!” I felt my breath quickening in my chest, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. Jude grabbed my kerchief from the top of my head and stuffed it in my mouth to gag me.

“Bad girls must take their punishments,” he said.

Jude took out his pocket knife and started slicing away my dress, bit by bit. I struggled against my bindings and reached back with my foot, trying to kick him. Jude grabbed my foot, removing my boot and secured it to the bottom of the X then repeated the process with my other foot.

“Now now Hannah, what did I tell you about submitting to me? This will be so much easier if you come to me willingly,” Jude whispered in my ear as he peeled off my clothes. 

Helpless tears started flowing down my cheeks and dropping onto the rubber floor.

I struggled to look behind me at Jude. I could see he had his glasses off. f**k. Jude means business.

“You know Hannah, you could’ve made this a lot easier on yourself. I wanted to be gentle, be nice. But it seems nice isn’t working for you. I don’t like being firm with you, but unfortunately you’ve forgotten what it means to be in a man’s care.” Jude started tracing my back with the riding crop. 

“And I am a man Hannah.” 

He traced the crop down my hips and in between my legs which made me shiver.

“Hmm maybe you do like to be handled firmly,” Jude mused. 

WHAP Jude struck me across my ass with the crop. I screamed through the gag trying not to choke on the fabric. 

Jude started rubbing my c**t, my ass, my inner thighs until my arousal started running down my legs. I struggled to close my legs against the binds, trying to keep him out of my most intimate spaces. 

Jude continued for a while alternating between dragging the crop across my body, striking me, and stroking my p***y. Every time he struck me pleasure soon followed. My screams soon turned to gasps and moans and the rubber floor soon was slick beneath me from my dripping cunt, ebbing closer and closer to climax. 

All of a sudden Jude stopped and pressed himself against me. He’d taken his shirt off and his skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He kissed down my back, rubbing his hands over the rising welts and kneeled between my legs, lightly flicking his tongue over my slit. I moaned and tried to beg for more.

Jude stood and started grinding his hardness on my ass, me secretly wishing he’d take off his pants too.

“I’ll remove the gag if you can be good. Can you be good for me?” He whispered in my ear, running his hands over my hips. I nodded and Jude removed the gag. I took a deep breath, finally nothing obstructing my airway and swallowing pooled saliva. 

“You belong to me, your body, your mind, your pleasure. Everything you are, is mine.” Jude murmured to me as he stroked my hair. “Say it, say that you’re mine.” 

I shook my head and looked at the floor. Jude gently fingered my sensitive c**t and I gasped.

“Submit to me Hannah,” Jude warned. “Say that you’re mine. Say you’ll never leave me.” I shook my head and struggled against the bindings. Jude sighed and moved away, moving toward the chest in the corner.

“You’ve had a lot of second chances Hannah,” Jude murmured as he looped a belt around my waist, from it hung a long wand vibrator. It looked similar to one that former roommate left in a shared bathroom a few years ago. I remember having no idea what it was and asking her about it. A blush crept into my cheeks at the memory.

“Hmmm, you know what this is Hannah?” 

Jude nestled the vibrator up against my c**t and I squirmed against the smooth head, begging for stimulation. Jude ran the smooth surface of a paddle against my ass and up my back. I arched at the feeling bracing myself for the potential blow then Jude flicked on the vibrator.

“Ohhhhh yes,” I moaned. 

I could feel the sensation building within me, juices running down my legs, trying to grind my needy self against the vibrator, breath quickening with my impending release.

“You want to come Hannah?” Jude asked, still rubbing the paddle against my backside. I moaned softly and nodded. “You know the words you need to say.” 

I shook my head furiously, unwilling to give in to Jude’s demands. I couldn’t give up my freedom. I couldn’t give up my fight.

All of a sudden Jude flicked off the vibrator and spanked me hard three times across my ass with the paddle. I screamed and bucked against the restraints

“That hurts!” He flicked back on the vibrator at a higher speed and pleasure washed through my core again. I relaxed against my bonds, 

“Jude…” I moaned, feeling the orgasm build again.

“Mmmm, I like when you say my name like that, but that’s not what I need to hear right now. Say the words, say what I need to hear.” Jude crooned, tracing the paddle over the rising welts on my backside.

I started moaning more frequently with the orgasm building. Just when I was about come Jude flicked off the vibrator paddled me three times again over the ass.

This continued for what felt like hours, over and over Jude would edge me closer and closer to orgasming and then take it away with the blunt face of the paddle. I moaned and struggled against the bonds holding me, sweat dripping down my body as I was deprived of release.

“Fine!” I sobbed, after what felt like the 50th paddling. “Jude, I will never leave you, you are in control of me. My body is yours.”

“Say it again!” Jude paddled me three more times and flicked on the vibrator. 

Tears flowed freely down my face as I could feel myself edging into another potential climax.

“I’m yours, I’m yours Jude! Please, I’m sorry!” I begged, “Please, I won’t ever leave you. I love you.”

I sobbed as I prepared my climax to be ripped away from me yet again. Instead, Jude turned up the vibrations and soon the relief of my climax washed over me. I continued to sob, my body now completed limp in the bonds.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m yours. I made a mistake, I shouldn’t have run from you.” I whispered. "I'm yours, I'm yours."

I felt Jude hands on my back, running over the welts. They’ll be bruises tomorrow but I couldn’t focus on that now.

“Don’t forget the lesson you learned here today Hannah. You’ve had a lot of second chances, this one will be your last.” He unhooked my restraints, my exhausted body crumpling into his arms, then my world faded to black.