Captured

V-The Aftermath

Amara's POV

I try to turn onto my side but the pain shocks me away. I curl up into a fetal position to stop the pain. It doesn’t help. I try to sit up, maybe the stretch will help ease the pain. Nothing I do seems to ease the throbbing pain I feel in my face, the stabbing in my body and the fire that my body is experiencing. Unable to tolerate the pain I’m in, I start sobbing. I feel a pair of hands wrap around me gently. I wince at the motion because it hurts to move.

As I start to sob louder, I hear Xander fiddling through the drawer next to the bed. I hear medicine rattle in a bottle as he tries to get some out. He puts the bottle back and hands me two more pills. He gets out of bed to get me more water. As I take the glass from him, I risk the chance of looking at him. He looks so much more handsome laid back and messy. I can see the gold flickering in his eyes, even without the lights on.

“I told you little one, it will be more painful today,” he says as he gets back into bed. 

“Xa-Master, I have to pee,” I said softly. Without another word, he carries me bridal style to the bathroom and places me down on the seat. 

“Thank you,” I say as I feel the release of my bladder. 

I let out a soft moan as it feels amazing to finally pee. I look up at Xander forgetting he was standing there. He’s smiling. He hands me a plastic dipper to wash myself. 

“From here on out little one, you will only wash yourself. A pet must always have their privates clean. Is that understood?” he explains. 

“What if I have to go number 2?” I ask him. 

“You may use a tissue, but you will always wash yourself after,” I nod as I do what he says. 

The act hurts too much. He grabs the plastic dipper from me and places it on the side. He lifts me up and places me standing in the shower. He removes the shower head as he lets the cold water run its course before the warmth came. 

“Spread,” he commands. I shake my head no as I realize what he’s going to do. 

“You don’t have to worry pet, I will be training you in various s****l activities. Cleaning you will be the less perverted thing I do,” he stated so bluntly. I did as I was told and stood with my legs apart.

His touch was gentle was he washed my nether parts. The amount of pressure he used sent shivers throughout my body as a moan escaped my mouth. I closed my eyes as this new sensual pleasure took over me. I parted my lips a bit as my breathing got heavier. 

“Does that feel good pet?” he asked me as he continued his innocent torture on my s*x.

“Mmm,” was the only thing I managed to say. 

The pressure was a bit more now and there was a sense of urgency in his touch. He stopped for a moment and I immediately felt utter disappointment. He sat down on the edge of the tub as he grabbed me from behind, pressing my back against his body. He was careful about the placement of his arms and hands. 

“Show me what you want me to do pet,” his voice was laced with lust as his breathing got heavier.

I took his hand and placed it in between my legs where it once was. 

“Now, what do you want me to do pet?” he asked as his free hand roamed freely around my body. I took his free hand away and stood up. I closed my eyes and turned around as I attempted to straddle him. I wanted, no I needed to see his beautiful face. 

“I asked you pet, what do you want me to do now?” he asked in a low husky growl. I looked deep into his dilated pupils and bit my bottom lip thinking what I wanted him to do. 

“Sir,” I whisper but I’m quickly cut off. 

“Master,” he corrected looking down my body.

“Master, please,” I begged as I brought my chest closer to his face. 

I’m far from experienced and I’m acting purely on lust. It was as if my body had a mind of its own and I could only follow along for the ride. He takes a hardened n****e into his mouth. His tongue flicks before he latches onto it sucking greedily. It causes my body to go into a frenzy. I press deeper into him and I can feel a smile spread across his face. He continues the much-welcomed assault onto my other breast as moan in approval.

“Such an eager little pet now, aren’t we?” he asks while his mouth is still covering part of my breast. 

“Please,” I beg. 

What I begged him for, I have no idea, but it seemed like the proper response to give. His hands slide down the sides of my body and I wince in pain as he passes my ribs. 

“Come now pet,” he says as he maneuvers me away from his body. That’s it? I asked myself. I don’t hide my disappointment as I follow what he says. I sit on the bed waiting for what he has to say next. 

“Rule #1 – You will speak when spoken to. Rule #2 – You will do as you are told with no questions. You are a pet and must be as obedient as one. Rule #3 – You will address me as Master. When we are in public and you are being spoken to you will address other people as I tell you. Rule #4 -” he reaches for something in his tableside. “You will wear a collar at all times unless of course removed by me or mine. At parties, you will wear a leash. Again, you are a pet and expected to be obedient and well mannered. Rule #5 – Any disobedience from you will result in punishment. The punishment will fit the crime committed. You will be rewarded when I deem fit,” he pauses seeing if I understand what he's saying. 

“Do you have any questions so far pet?” he asks as he watches me take everything in.

I look at him in disbelief, I am not a pet; I am a human being. Why am I being treated as such? How can he be one way one minute, and then the next be this way? 

“Why do I have to do this, Master?” I ask him. 

“You are a part of a bigger picture if there was another way I would have done so. There is no other way,” he simply states. 

“What will happen to me, Master?” I ask again. 

“You are to be sold to the highest bidder. A virgin your age is a diamond in the ruff,” he explains. 

“The men that buy women like you will not be as tolerant as I have been. You will learn pet, and you will learn well. Your very existence will depend on how well you learn,” he says again.

“And if I disagree?” I ask him foolishly. 

“Then, I will simply dispose of you and find another. You are a prized possession Amara, you’re pure and innocent. This gives you leverage over other girls. Otherwise, you would simply be put in a brothel where you will wish every day that you were dead,” he states coldly. 

I looked at him amazed that he used my name for the first time. I look to see if there’s any emotion behind what he just said but he’s as cold as ice. His face is deprived of any emotion.

“Last question Master, why are you doing this to me?” I asked him hesitantly, hoping that his eyes would give me some sort of emotion as he answers. 

“You are a means to an end, Amara. It’s nothing personal and I am sorry it must be you, but you are the perfect bait. You will endure things you never thought possible, you may wish for death every single f*****g day and I can guarantee you, you will be afraid most of your time here.” 

He pauses for a moment, searching for his next words. 

“I assure you though, I am a kitten compared to the others. Take comfort that it is me that found you,” he answers me.

My head reeled with questions and emotions regarding his response. I will wish for death every f*****g day. I already wish that. He is a kitten compared to others. I highly doubt that. However, like a moth drawn to the flame, I am drawn to Xander. Somewhere deep, deep down I know he would not hurt me in the way others in his profession would. If he does harm me, I know it will be because of my disobedience, my own doing. I hope he doesn’t prove me wrong.