Slave Jade by Claire Thompson Page B

he would break her down. He would use techniques culled from hostage takers—first withholding, threatening, punishing, and then offering kindness and reprieve. He would couple these techniques with the skills he'd learned from many articles about domination and submission. The combination would break her down. He would ultimately win her docility, obedience, and finally, dared he dream, her love. She would belong to him completely.
    She lay now, claimed by him like some medieval maiden—impaled by his sword of love, waiting for his return. He had hurt her with his cock, but that was her fault. She should have been wet for him. While on some level he wished he’d been gentler, on another he knew it was for her own good. It was necessary to teach her complete obedience and subservience.
    And if he were honest with himself, he had to admit that the rush of power he’d felt as he penetrated her was like an aphrodisiac. He felt super-human—better than alive. Even now his cock rose, hard and eager for her hot velvet embrace.
    He had time, though. He had enough money to last them a month. By then he was sure he would have her trust. They would sell their possessions and fly away to some place where they could live openly as Master and slave.

Chapter 5
     
     
    The man entered the room carrying a tray with a plate of food and a bottle of water. He set the tray near Lisa. “Are you ready to behave now, slave?”
    Slave!
    The word caused Lisa's mind to shift to her online conversations with Master John. Master John had taught her how sexy the idea of being someone's sex slave could be, in a loving and caring consensual relationship. She had daydreamed of one day meeting the elusive and unavailable John Anderson, though he had been pretty clear that that wouldn't happen.
    She remembered now the abduction scenes they enacted online, but again, it was nothing like this. It was sexy and dreamy, with Lisa playing the virginal princess, and he the dashing Lord of the realm. Not some dank little room, naked and chained and scared out of her wits.
    If only Master John were here. He would rescue her from this madman. He would take care of her.
    The man hit her across the face with his open palm. Stunned, she gasped and tears sprang to her eyes. In a calm voice, as if he hadn't just hit her, he said, “Lisa. You really do need to pay better attention. I asked you a direct question. I expect an answer, without hesitation.”
    “I'm sorry,” she faltered, fear blocking her speech. “I-I don't know what you asked. I don't remember.”
    As if speaking to a slow child, he said, “I asked you if you were ready to behave now, but quite obviously, you are not. I can see I'm going to have to punish you.”
    Grabbing her wrists, still tender and bruised from the metal handcuffs, he wrapped them instead with soft leather cuffs. These didn't cut into her, or tighten when she struggled against them, but they were binding nonetheless. Pulling her arms high overhead again, he clipped the cuffs to the chain hanging from the wall.
    Lisa cried out, begging him to let her down, promising to be good. He ignored her pleas. She quieted as he reached for the plate of food and brought it near her.
    Her mouth watered as she twisted toward the delicious smell of savory meat. It looked like steak, cut in small pieces, and some mashed potatoes. Her stomach growled.
    “Are you hungry?”
    “Yes,” she whispered. She was starving. “Yes, sir!” she cried urgently, as he lifted his hand to strike her again. He lowered his hand and smiled.
    “There,” he said, smoothing the cheek he had just struck moments before. “That wasn't so hard, was it? Perhaps next time, you'll obey immediately and you'll get to have something to eat and drink.”
    “Oh!” Lisa cried, when, instead of offering her the food and water, as she had expected, Gilbert began to eat it himself.
    “Please,” she begged. He shook his head. “Just some water? Sir?” Again he shook his