A Master Worthy Slave

Chapter 3

Once the water filled the tub to his liking, he turned the water off. He didn't look at her; he leaned against the wall next to her as he told her what to do. "Get in the tub." He ordered.

He saw her look up at him from his peripheral vision, and she made no move to get in. He waited three seconds before he restarted from one in his head. The girl had until ten if she wanted to stay dry. Six Seven, and then she rose. And got in the tub. And he allowed a smile to grace his lips. He walked in front of the tub and crouched, pointing towards the bottle of shampoo and conditioner. The girl finched as he did so, and he breathed it in with a pleasant sigh.

He met her eyes, and they were oh so fearful. She had every right to be. He removed his suit jacket and tossed it onto the laundry hamper on the other side of the bathroom.

"Use those to bathe yourself." He instructed. He watched as she hesitantly washed herself under his gaze, perched on the edge of the bathtub, he said not a word. And when she had rinsed off, he rolled up his dress shirt sleeves to his elbows and stuck his hand out in front of her.

"Take my hand in your hand." She stared at him nervously, and he said nothing. Letting her anxiety and worry do their thing. This was the part he loved the most. The nervousness, the helplessness. Whereas other Masters despised the initial breaking of the slaves, he enjoyed it. Revelled in it. Others preferred the end product; he couldn't say the same. He wanted the process, the breaking, the molding. Stripping them of who they were before and seeing them transform into a thing of utter grace and seduction by his hand. Their refusal and resistance only served to fuel his own arousal.

He stared at Shea; the girl still hadn't moved. There was only one outcome, but he allowed her to think she had a choice. And just when he was about to say something, she moved. Her hand grabbed his, tiny and trembling as their hands met.

"Take my hand, and f**k yourself with my fingers." Her eyes widened, and she sobbed. He tilted his head, staring down at her with narrowed eyes.

"What? You don't want it?" He asked, mockingly. A cruel smile formed. He waited and counted once more to himself. Five Six Seven, and she moved. Her warm cunt enveloped his fingers, and he watched her face, looking right in her eyes as the shame and disgust made their presence known. Her hips moved up to impale herself on his fingers repeatedly, quickly. Too quickly, and then, she let out a cry and stilled. She was sitting, trembling, his fingers still inside her as he stared at her, his face emotionless once again. Capone stared at her in disbelief and rage coursing through him. His pulse pounded in anger, and yet his face revealed nothing. The stupid brat thought she could fool him. Figured she could fake her orgasm with him.

As if he hadn't trained hundreds of men and women. As if he didn't know what it felt like when they came. And that's when something in him snapped back. His momentary fascination was overridden by the anger that she'd doubted him. Undermined him right as his fingers lay inside her still. Like she hadn't come around his d**k hours ago, he said nothing, staring at her hesitant eyes, as he crooked his finger just right, and she gasped in surprise as he withdrew and thrust his fingers in at the right spots over and over again. And her previous moans were nothing in comparison. These sounds were his. He showed her exactly who she belonged to. He brought her to her peak, swiftly, brutally clean. And the girl clamped down on him, this time without any illusions or ill intent. Her body didn't lie. Not when it came to him. The vice grip on his fingers as she came, her face flushed, eyes glazed over, and lips milking his fingers as he continued thrusting as he rode out her orgasm. When she was done, he withdrew his fingers and spoke once more, waiting until her high had faded before he addressed her.

"Take my hand, and wrap it around your throat." He said, his voice void of anything.

Tears sprang in her eyes then. "Please…"

"Take my hand, and wrap it around your throat. NOW!" He said, shouting at the end of his sentence. The rise in volume did what it was intended to do, and the girl reached for his hand and brought it around her throat. Capone could feel her pulse pounding beneath his hand. And he made no move. Not yet. He waited until she'd calmed, allowing his hand to rest idly there. And then he squeezed and shoved her down into the water.

She immediately began thrashing, the chain clanging in the tub as he held her under. He brought her up once and then dunked her down once again quickly. The girl struggled worse now that she'd wasted her breath trying to gasp for air when he brought her up. He waited until she stopped thrashing, until the air bubbles had stopped, before he pulled her back up. She lay there, barely conscious as her eyes glossily took him in. He said not a word as he rebathed her, and when he was done, her eyes were clear once again—staring up with fearful eyes once more.

Capone reached down and pulled the plug before he turned to grab a small hand towel, drying his hands and arms off as he spoke. "Don't mistake me for a fool, Slave. As I've stated earlier, resistance and refusal result in punishment. Compliance results in reward. It's not my fault you didn't listen to me. You did this to yourself. Slave. I'm quite fond of punishing my slaves for disobedience." He said

He got up and rolled the sleeves down on his arm before he fastened his cufflinks once more and put his suit jacket on. He went and opened the cabinet under the sink, taking out a small towel. He gave it to Shea, and the girl stared at him in disbelief. It was barely enough to wrap around her.

"Dry yourself off. And when you're done, you will use that to mop up all the water you spilled. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Master." The girl spat.

He smiled. "Ah, that's better Slave, though perhaps next time you can try it without the utter look of hatred on your face. Now, dry yourself off and get started. You have your work cut out for you." He leaned against the wall as he took in his Slave

The curves of her body, her skin is as dark as chocolate. He made no move to hide his gaze upon the girl; she would have to get accustomed to being an object of desire for people in society. More importantly, she would have to get used to her master's gaze on her. For the next hour, Shea mopped up the water and then squeezed out the excess repeatedly. When the girl finished the last of the wet tiles, she squeezed the last of the water out of the cloth and hung it out to dry on the side of the tub before sitting back on her knees and looking up at him.

"Stand." She obeyed. And he smiled to himself.

"There wouldn't be that much water if you hadn't been a brat and tried to fool me. That's your fault, Slave." Capone said, smirking, watching as the girl's eyes narrowed, but said nothing.

He smiled at her lack of response and approached from behind. A hand to her ass, and she didn't flinch. Good. Progress. He pressed himself up against the girl's supple behind. His aching c**k strained in his pants. The smooth cotton of his pants made Shea's ass feel like fire as it dragged against the girl's wounds. But she said not a thing. The thick hardness underneath made her shiver, her cunt clenched once again in response. A whimper from the girl, and had Capone been an amateur still, he would have thrown the girl down and f****d her then and there. Alas, he couldn't. He had more pressing matters to attend to. Leaning in, he nipped at the girl's ear as he leaned forward and slipped a finger inside the girl, smirking at how soaked she was.

"I do love how responsive you are to me, slave." He said, turning the girl's head and giving her a searing kiss. Shea moaned into his mouth, shivering in response. His arms were an iron hold as they caught her and held her up as her knees went weak as he swirled a finger around inside of her before withdrawing.

He chuckled. "It's too bad you have dues that need to be paid. If I'm feeling generous, I might make it hurt less for you. Depending on how you take it, hopefully by tomorrow, you won't do anything to warrant any more punishments.