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BDSM Romantic Erotica
By Ella Louise
Copyright 2016 Ella Louise
~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~
The door slammed upstairs, jarring me out of a groggy half-sleep. I was thankful to be ripped from the dream I had been having – something about a major deadline at work that I was stressing over.
I realized I'd been sleeping with my arms above my head out of habit, even though I wasn't chained to the wall last night. Master had left yesterday around midday, and I hadn't seen him since. I spent the uncomfortable day trying to make myself at home in his stark, chilly house. Finally, I gave up and went to bed early, not wanting to spend any more time thinking about everything that had gone wrong.
We'd slept together, and it was intimate. Loving, even.
It twisted my stomach to think about how much I had enjoyed that, only to have Master freak out and leave angrily. I had stupidly developed feelings for him, but evidently he did not feel the same.
Judging by the sound of the door upstairs, he was back.
I stayed on the bed for several moments, preparing myself for whatever might happen today. I expected him to ask me to leave. I thought we agreed to finish out the week I had paid for, but that was before he stormed out and left me alone with my thoughts all day yesterday. Now I had no idea what would happen.
My thoughts looped endlessly, replaying the last several days no matter how badly I wanted to think of something else. Anything else.
I had arrived three evenings ago. Master was a true professional. He greeted me and immediately had me sign a contract declaring that I consented to the severely punishing sexual practices he would subject me to over the next week. When I signed the paper, I was thinking only of the sex. But over the past few days, I had started to feel a growing connection to Master. Maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome, maybe it was real love starting to grow. I didn't know. All I knew was that we shared a connection and Master was not happy about it.
The feeling ached in my chest.
I sucked in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. Okay, I told myself. Time to get up and face the music.
I rolled out of bed and stood up. It felt strange to be fully clothed. I had dressed myself yesterday in the clothing I'd arrived in; Master had washed them for me and left them in his office. Apparently I fell asleep in them last night. It felt strange not only because I was rolling out of bed in jeans, but also because Master had not permitted me to wear clothing for most of my stay here. I had spent the vast majority of the past three days totally naked and on display. In a weird way, I was used to being bare and vulnerable.
The thud of Master's heavy footsteps on the stairs leading down to my room caused my heart to jump in my throat. I sat back down on the edge of the bed, trying to look natural.