Sir Pt. 2

I woke to the sound of traffic below. The city glowed through the glass, soft and warm against the sheets. My body ached. Shoulders sore, thighs trembling, the kind of pain that lingered after him. It grounded me.

For a moment I forgot where I was. Then I saw him.

He was sitting in the chair by the window, watching me. No shirt, no expression. A glass half-empty beside him.

I tensed. “How long have you been sitting there?”

He didn’t answer right away. “Long enough.”

The way he said it made my stomach twist. I pulled the blanket higher over my chest. He didn’t look away.

“Sleep well, kitten?”

I hated that name. “Don’t call me that.”

He leaned back. “You say that every time.”

“I mean it.”

His eyes stayed on me. “Then stop answering to it.”

I looked away, heat crawling up my neck. The silence stretched until it felt heavy. My pulse was too loud. I didn’t know if I wanted to get up or disappear.

He finally stood. The movement was slow, controlled, the kind that reminded me he never needed to rush.

My chest tightened. I didn’t want him close, but my body betrayed me anyway. That spark I hated, the one that still wanted him, flickered back to life.

I pushed the blanket aside and sat up. My legs were unsteady, my body reminding me of everything that had happened. I reached for my robe.

He spoke before I could tie it. “Today I have a little surprise for you. I can’t wait until you see it.”

I stilled. “What kind of surprise?”

He smiled. “You’ll see.”

My stomach tightened. His surprises never meant flowers or gifts. They were lessons, and they always left marks.

I turned away and walked to the bathroom. The air warmed with steam as I ran the water. He joined me a few minutes later. We moved through the routine in silence. Shower. Toothbrush. Towel. Each motion familiar, practiced. When we dressed, he buttoned my blouse and slid a necklace around my throat. His fingers rested there a moment too long.

“Beautiful,” he said.

I didn’t answer.

We went downstairs together. The kitchen was already set. Plates steaming, coffee poured, the quiet order of invisible hands that did not belong to either of us.

He sat across from me, scrolling through his phone while I ate. The rhythm between us could almost pass for normal. Almost.

I ate because I had to. With him, strength was survival. He would never drug or poison me. He preferred me alert, aware, capable of resistance. He loved me that way, whole and breaking.

When I finished, he took my plate and set it in the sink. The act was smooth, almost tender, but I knew what it meant. Everything he did was control, even kindness.

He wiped his hands, turned back to me. “I’ll be at work today. You’ll be allowed outside for a few hours. Your escort will meet you in the lobby.”

I looked up from the table. “You trust me to behave?”

He studied me. “Your escort will be reporting back to me. I trust that’s enough.”

I nodded.

He walked toward the door, pausing just before he left. “Tonight, after dinner, you’ll get your surprise.”

The door closed behind him. The apartment fell quiet again.

The morning air carried a sharp chill. I walked a few steps ahead of my escort, pretending the space between us meant something. When we reached the café, he gestured toward the door.

Inside, the space hummed with soft voices and the sound of grinding beans. I chose a table by the window and set my bag down. The waiter brought my usual order without needing to ask. A vanilla latte dusted with cinnamon, a lemon cream croissant still warm from the oven. The pastry flaked at the touch, its sweetness balanced by the dark roast. Together they tasted like something gentle, almost ordinary.

I opened The First Collar by Noelle Amouré and found my folded page. It was a story I knew too well, one about power and surrender, and yet I read it again and again, ignoring the parallels to my current existence.

A woman approached carrying a cappuccino and a plate with toast and fruit. “Do you mind if I sit here? Every table’s full.”

“Go ahead.”

“Thanks.” The woman set her cup down. “I’m Kai.”

I nodded. “Nice to meet you.”

Kai gestured toward the book. “I keep seeing that one everywhere. Is it worth the hype?”

I smiled faintly. “It’s good. Hard to put down.”

We talked for a few minutes about books and movies, about how endings rarely satisfy, how stories sometimes spill into real life without permission. The conversation felt light. Normal. I almost forgot who was watching.

When Kai got up to order another pastry, I reached for a napkin and wrote quickly in small, careful letters. Please contact my family. Tell them I’m alive and safe. 917-406-9832. I folded it and left it beside Kai’s cup before walking to the counter to get another latte.

At the register, my escort stepped close enough for his words to reach me. “You know the rules.”

My pulse skipped. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

He watched me steadily. “Don’t make me remind him.”

I nodded, lips pressed tight. “Understood.”

When I turned back toward the table, Kai was seated again, eyes lowered toward the napkin she’d just unfolded.

I walked over, forcing a smile. “Actually, may I have that back? I shouldn’t have written it.”

Kai looked up, hesitant. “You sure?”

“Yes.” My voice was steady now. “It was nothing.”

I folded the napkin and slipped it into my purse. “It was nice meeting you, Kai. Maybe I’ll see you again.”

“I hope so.”

I gathered my things and walked to the door. My escort opened it for me.

“Ready?” he asked.

I nodded and stepped outside. The city moved fast and bright around us. I told myself I took the note back. That everything was fine.

Neither of us spoke on the ride home.

Unbeknownst to me, the escort had already relayed every detail of the outing to Sir.

By the time he returned, the apartment was bathed in amber light. Dinner was already waiting on the table, laid out by the invisible hands that ran his world. I was showered, my hair soft around my shoulders, the faint scent of jasmine and clean linen following me as I sat. My clothes were casual but chosen with care. He noticed everything.

He entered without hurry, loosened his tie, and took his seat across from me. “Right on time,” he said, pouring himself a glass of wine.

We began to eat. The only sounds were the light scrape of cutlery and the soft hum of the air system.

He looked up from his plate. “Did you enjoy your day out?”

I nodded, careful. “It was nice to see people. I went to the café.”

“Did you?” His tone was easy, conversational. “The one you like on Ninth?”

“Yes.”

He cut into the salmon, glanced at me. “Good coffee there.”

“The best.”

He poured himself more wine, gaze never lifting from the table. “And the latte?”

My stomach tightened. “Also, good.”

He hummed softly, lifted another bite to his mouth. “You met someone there.”

I froze. The sound of my fork against the plate was too loud.

He didn’t look up. “You spoke with her for a while.”

He waited, patient. I said nothing.

“What did you two talk about?” he asked, calm, almost conversational.

“Books. Movies. Small talk,” I answered, voice low. I watched his face for a reaction.

“And?” he pressed.

“And nothing more,” I added. “I asked about a show. She asked about the book.” My fingers curled around my napkin without thinking.

I shifted, testing the space between us, and asked, “How was your day?”

He gave a small, dry smile. “Grids, contracts, calls that drain more patience than money. A client threatened to pull funding. I reminded him of incentives.” His tone was casual, edged with sarcasm. “Mostly paperwork and people who think headlines matter more than outcomes.”

I imagined worse things. I imagined blood, executions, phone calls that ended lives. The images flashed through me, obscene and loud. He watched me as if he could see the scenes unfurl in my mind and found them almost charming.

He noticed the look on my face and said, almost kindly, “I can be vicious when I need to be. But today was negotiations, not murder. That is not the same thing.”

He set his glass down. “Are you ready for your surprise?” He stood, walking around to me.

I hesitated, but he waited patiently until I gave him my hand. His fingers curled around mine with quiet certainty.

He led me down the hallway. The air cooled with every step. I knew where we were going.

He unlocked the door and opened it.

The room waited in silence. I hated this place. I hated the smell, the walls, the memory of what happened here. In this room, I had no control.

Then I saw her.

A woman was tied to the cross. Pale skin. Full breasts. Curves that caught the light. A mask covered her face, a gag silenced her mouth.

For a moment I couldn’t move. Shame twisted through me when I realized I was staring.

I turned to him. “What have you done?”

He didn’t answer. He only watched me, calm and patient.

“You were careless.”

My heartbeat hard against my ribs. He didn’t need to say how he knew. There were always eyes, always someone reporting back.

“I wasn’t,” I started, but my voice faltered. “It was nothing.”

“I believe you.” His tone was light, almost kind. “But it made me reconsider tonight’s surprise. I thought that since you liked her enough to break the rules, she should be your surprise.”

The devil smirked at me. He walked over to the wall and selected a whip. I gulped. It was the viper tail whip. I couldn’t move. He walked over to her and turned her towards me, removing the mask and the gag. Immediately, she started screaming for help, her eyes closed.

When they opened, I could see the recognition, shock, and confusion in her eyes. She went quiet. I hoped she could see the guilt and apology in my eyes.

"Your friend should be feeling better right about now."

"I don't understand. Why did you bring her here?"

"Well, you see, you my little slut have been forgetting yourself. I must admit, I've allowed you to mistakenly think you have an upper hand here. That ends today. I know your little secret. You think you are in control: you disobey on purpose to get punished. So today, let's play a little game." He walks back over to her and trails the whip down her torso.

I am at a loss for words. I can barely think. I'm scared but I'm also...aroused. What is wrong with me??

He stands behind her, cupping her neck, putting his lips to her ear. I don't know what he says to her, but she is quiet.

"Kitten come over here"

I take a step back and the whip lands across her thighs. She screams at the sharp bite of the leather stings, and I yelp. He does it repeatedly. The blows come one after the other, each time a little harder.

"See every time you disobey, Kai here will take your punishment. For every command you obey, you both will benefit. You have the power to make this experience heaven or hell for her."

I can't let him do this. I take step after step until I am face to face with him. He walks around me and pushes me towards the othercross in the room.

She licks her lips, whimpers and closes her eyes.

"Hands above your head."

I comply and ropes are wrapped around my wrists. I try to hide the moan that threatens to leave my lips. The restraints are tightened, and I am left there.

"Good girl. See, how easy that was."

I look down and he places his finger under my chin forcing me to look up at him. I shake my head, no.

"Lying is a rule, isn't it?"

With a smooth turn of his wrist, the whip cracks across her breast. Her head jerks back as the leather lashes into her skin, and she screams. The second blow catches the other side. Then the third and the fourth. He continues to whip her. I scream and cry but I can't move. If I move, it will be worse. I know that.

"Care to revisit that answer?"

I whimper and tears are streaming down my face.

"What rules have you broken? What have you lied to me about?”

"I played without your permission sir and I didn't take my medication."

"Hmm...and what are the punishments for each?"

"Ten lashes"

"Are you forgetting anything else?"

"No sir"

He sighs and chuckles "Remember, you chose this."

Kai looks me directly in my eyes. Her breasts are raw and red. Angry welts mark her delicate skin. I can't look at her but I can't look away either.

"Stand still". I can hear him stepping back.

Kai speaks to me. Her voice is so soft and melodic. "Maintain eye contact with me."

I brace myself as he counts down. The whip falls again and again, and I lose count. My knees grow weak, and I sink to the floor. He stops, my shoulders are slumped, and I am on edge. My body is on fire. Something is wrong with me. I shouldn't feel like this.

"That was 20 lashes. Do you know why?"

I shake my head no.

"Because you lied to me. Again."

"Walk over to Kai and release her. Then I'd like you to lead her to the bed. Don't worry, she won't put up a fight"

"What did you do to her?"

"Nothing that won't benefit her"

My pussy is soaked, and my clit throbs. My stomach is in knots. I don't understand what is happening. My body is betraying me. Why is this happening?????

I walk over to her, and her eyes are glazed. Her pupils dilated. Is she enjoying this? No, it can't be. This is sick and twisted. What have I gotten myself into? "Sir, please. Let her go. Please. I'm sorry. I'll do better."

"Do as you're told. Don't make me ask again."

I swallowed hard. “Please do not hurt her.”

He considered that, eyes on me, not her. “Then listen.”

I nodded, throat tight.

“Release her,” he said.

My fingers shook as I worked the knots. The ropes slid free. Kai swayed. I caught her by the shoulders. Her breathing was shallow, quick. She looked at me like she was trying to place a face in a dream.

“Bed,” he said. “Face each other.”

I led her there. We lay on our sides, inches apart. Her lips parted. My own breathing matched hers without meaning to.

“Look at each other,” he said. “Not me.”

I did. I saw confusion, fear, and something else I did not want to recognize. I tasted metal in my mouth and tried to name it control. It was not.

He moved behind me. The mattress dipped. Heat pressed along my spine. His breath found my ear.

I stared into Kai’s eyes. “I am sorry,” I whispered.

Her lashes fluttered. “What do I do? I need…” she asked.

He leans forward and kisses Kai. Their tongues intertwine and I moan. I can't help myself. It's the most erotic thing I have ever seen.

He turns my face to him and kisses me. His lips are warm and demanding. He's in complete control and I let him. My mouth opens and our tongues dance. I'm left breathless when he releases my lips.

"Kai, would you like a taste?"

Her eyes never leave mine and she nods.

What?? A taste? Of what? Me??

Her kiss is gentle. She nips at my lower lip, and I open my mouth, granting her access. Her tongue is soft and warm. Her scent is sweet and feminine. I can feel his dick against my ass and I moan into her mouth. She pulls back and he moves in, capturing my lips.

My pussy throbs and aches.

He pulls back, reaches down between us and rubs Kai's clit. She moans, her head falling back.

"Oh fuck. More. Please more."

He leans forward and kisses me. It's possessive and rough.

I am a wreck.

“Kai, have you ever eaten another woman's pussy??

She nods and bites her lip.

"Well, why don't you have a taste, show her how good you are."

I can't breathe. My heart is pounding, my clit throbbing. I want to run. I want to stay. I am confused, embarrassed, aroused, scared. I can't do this.

"You're going to eat her pussy until she screams."

She slides her body down mine and settles between my legs. She's laying on her stomach, and her tits press against the top of my thighs. My legs are draped over her back. I'm completely open. Vulnerable.

She leans down and inhales.

"Mmmm, you smell delicious."

His hands slide up my torso, and he cups both of my breasts, kneading and pinching the nipples.

"Don't you dare cum until I say so kitten. Your orgasm is mine. Always."

She flicks her tongue out and makes one long lick from bottom to top. She swirls her tongue around my clit and sucks on it gently. I arch my back.

He leans down and whispers in my ear. "You're being a very bad girl kitten. You need to hold still and take your punishment."

I look up at him, pleading.

"Please, don't. Please make her stop. I'm sorry. Please, sir, please. I can't take it. It feels...it feels...it's too much. It's wrong."

His fingers dig into my nipples.

"Say the word, and this will all stop."

"I can't...please. Please, make her stop. I'll be good. Please"

"Kai, use your fingers. Open her pussy up for me."

She slides one finger inside, then two. I squirm, trying to get away, but his fingers are holding my nipples in a vise grip.

"Don't fight it kitten."

Her fingers begin moving in and out, in and out. I can't stop the sounds coming from my mouth. My hips start moving. The tension is building, and I know I'm going to cum.

"Oh god, oh please, please, please, please, please"

"Kai stops." Abruptly everything stops. I'm shaking, and my entire body is trembling. I'm panting, and my heart is racing.

"I told you not to cum."

He leans down and kisses me.

"Do not forget who owns you kitten."