Jezebel obeyed and sat, and Asher started to tie her with rope to the chair while she looked up at him and couldn't look away. His eyes threatened and calmed her at the same time.
He was the Phantom, and she was a lost Christine. Wandering child, so lost, so helpless.
The songs played through her head, but they had a nature even darker than the movie had seemed, even though the Phantom had been insane.
'Sir' didn't seem insane. No, he was all the more terrifying because he seemed more like the Christian devil, perfectly aware and willing to be so evil anyway.
Each rope felt like a snake curling around her, and he took his time, working methodically. Each second he worked and tied made her more aroused to watch, to feel her bondage so evenly and steadily increased.
"Have you tasted clamps before, Pet?"
Every time he said the word 'Pet', it felt like he said it with the capital letter, like he was naming her that. He had never asked for her name, and she didn't have his, and now that she noticed that fact, she was afraid to exchange them.
It felt like it would be a way to tie them together, tie her down like those ropes. He frowned and smacked her face.
"Your mind always wanders and appears to go far too fast for your own good. I asked you a question. When I top you, I am not one of your playtime doms to be a notch in your belt. You give me your attention, or I'll find ways you won't like to keep it. Now, answer me. Have you been acquainted with clamps before?"
"Y-yes, sir. Silver ones with jewels and that kind of thing."
"Not real ones then. Do you know clover clamps and alligator ones?"
Jezebel shuddered, and he chuckled. "Only from books and stories."
"They aren't as fun as those make them seem. You're about to find out. Last night, I was kind because you were on a pleasure drug, and I was already breaking my key rules. This punishment will be more intense and more painful. But if you behave yourself and take what I give you, I'll make you cum as promised. Punishment will not be and should not be pleasant, as a fair warning."
She took a deep breath. "Yes, sir. I'm scared."
Asher held her gaze when he approached her with a set of silver and black clamps. "Deep breaths. Hold my eyes."
She did that and realized he knew the effect he had on her. He knew that he was disciplined and her body craved to take some of that from him.
"Y-yes, sir. Please be nice. Please."
But she wasn't asking for less pain really. She just wanted him to... She didn't know. He inclined his head.
"I'll be however I need to be in order to teach you your lesson." He slapped her breasts and she whimpered, dripping on his chair, afraid.
And she wasn't bored. It scared her a little how far from bored she actually was, made her afraid of the addiction to his presence and how much power he could gain over her if he wanted.
She stared up into his eyes, clinging to that gaze again for calm. God, he was like magic. Even when she whined and whimpered while he tormented and twisted her nipples.
And then he softly said, "Brace yourself." And the first clamp fell closed.
Tears sprang to her eyes and she choked, gasping even while he placed the other one. "No! No, please!" But she was tethered tightly to the chair, with nowhere to go.
"Shh. Hush. Breathe. You can do this, Pet." She whimpered and sat still to try to avoid moving the chain. And it did get easier actually. Oh, it still didn't feel good, but she adjusted.
And then something happened because she almost seemed to mentally sink into his pain, seemed to fall to it.
It happened so easily, so quickly, that it was as if she had been born for that mentality. She stared up at him, wide eyed, and he smiled in pleasure.
"That's a good girl. Just let the subspace happen because it's a nice place to be. You please me when you submit to your punishment as you've earned it."
Control. Discipline. Punishment. Submit. She was learning a list of words that made her drip more and more with every one he spoke. She let her head fall back and relaxed into the pain. "Yes, sir."
"Good girl. You'll receive the crop this time."
She gasped when he started, watching him pace and strike her breasts. He snapped it against the clamps, hard, so that every single slap was a trial.
He decorated her tits while she was trapped beneath him, flicked her over and over while she breathed under his calm instruction.
Once again, he ruled her with that look that nothing seemed to affect. Not the tears that fell from her, not the scent of her arousal which he had to notice.
Nothing moved him. He was stone, ice, and she looked up at him and thought of those things and how much she loved them.
Because she did. Deepest calm settled into her. Not the depression of the hangover, but real calm. It was as if his eyes were an eternal winter, a place where there was nothing but calm white, the absence of color in every direction.
She let herself fall into that look. In his gaze came a natural focus on his desires, which was what he wanted her to focus on.
Everything faded and her mind went still again. And now she had proof that it wasn't just the feel of the Ecstasy that had made her feel like this with him.
"Good Pet. You're doing so well and you're such a sweet girl when you're being taught under punishment. Now, when you get the card, what is something that we don't do at Sulfur's?"
He had her attention and it wasn't wandering anymore. "There is no playing under the influence at Sulfur's." It was drilled into her now.
"Good girl. You'll be glad to know that Matt had a good rest of the night with Deirdre even after your little stunt."
Asher watched her, watched every reaction and she felt as if the Witch King of Angmar had kept his threat:
Thy shriveled mind be left naked to the lidless eye.
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