I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, my heart shattered beyond repair. At a point I felt so angry, I couldn’t really tell why I was angry but I was indeed angry.
I’m angry at everything, I’m angry at Ethan for turning me into his slave and making me like it. I hate him for being so easy and having sex with my sister. I hate him for treating me this way, like I didn’t exist.
I hate my sister for coming over, why does she have to choose today of all days to visit me. Why does she have to flirt with Ethan, why does she have to give herself so easy to him. Why does she have to seduce him and have sex with him. I hate her.
“Slave, Slave, Slave! Slave!! Slave!!!” I heard Ethan growl from downstairs. I hate him, and I’m not going downstairs. Fuck him!!
“Slave!! Slave!!! Slave get your ass down here!!” He roared. I stayed put, putting up a strong face. I’m not going down there, I will not go down there.
“Slave! Slave!! Do not make me get up there.” He yelled. I quickly rushed over to the door and locked it with the key.
My heart rammed over my chest, as I heard his footstep on the staircase. I gulped nervously, staring at the door with so much fear.
I jumped in fear, as I saw the doorknob twist… “What the heck slave, open this door. How dare you lock it!”
My whole body was shaking, I prayed repeatedly that he doesn’t end up opening the door. I’m so freaking afraid. Maybe I should have just gone downstairs when he called.
He banged on the door repeatedly, “Open this door right now slave! Or you are going to pay dearly!! Open it slave!”
I felt him pushed against the door with his body hard, I was afraid he was going to bring down the door, so I rushed over to the door and opened it.
“So you decided to open it, but that doesn’t mean I will let you off the hook for what you have done already.” He said sternly, walking into the room.
“You fucked her?” I said in a questioning way, shifting back, my eyes staring at him stubbornly.
He chuckled, “And of what concern is that with you?”
“You made me your slave, and now you are fucking my own sister. How could you do that.” I cried out, holding onto my chest. Ethan did the unexpected, he slapped me! I placed my hand on my cheek staring at him in shock.
“You are my slave, and you are not to ever question me, ever!” He growled, taking a hold of my hair. He pulled my hair really hard, it felt like he wants to separate my hair from my skull.
“Ahhhhh, arghhhh… let go of me.” I cried out in pain, struggling with Ethan.
“As your master, I can fuck any woman I want to fuck, and I do not need permission from you to do that.” He pushed me to the bed, then hit me really hard on my left ass cheeks with his freaking belt iron head.
The pain I felt rang through my whole body I didn’t know when I screamed out. Without looking at my ass, I could tell it would be really red right now.
“If you want to get jealous, you had better not show it to me!.” He bellowed, hitting me hard with the head of the belt… the belt wasn’t just hitting my ass but also my back, it felt like my skin wants to tear away from bone. Tears ran down my eyelid, screams of pain escaping my lip.
“As a slave you do not have the right to question your master, so you had better wipe that attitude of yours away. What the fuck did I say, slave!.” He growled, breathing so hard.
“As a slave, I don’t have any right to question my master.” I repeated in between cries.
“Good, now get down from the bed and kneel down beside the bed, raise up both your hands and don’t you even dare get up without me asking you to do so.” He instructs getting down from my bed.
Now I regret ever getting jealous, because at the end of it all… getting jealous invites more punishment.
“Remember, do not think of keeping your hand down for a second or opening your eyes, cause it would mean more punishment for you slave.” He looked at me one more time then left the room going back to my sister.
Brenda stayed till late in the night, when she was finally going she came over to my room, and said goodbye. I felt so angry with her, so I didn’t reply her. I don’t understand how she could do this to Steve her husband. I used to respect my sis a lot, but now… she doesn’t deserve it.
“I don’t want to ever see you, ever again” I spat out angrily.
“Don’t be rude slave!” Ethan growled. “Yeah, don’t be rude slave!” Brenda repeats laughing out. I hate her!!
When I finally did hear my sister car drives out of my house driveway, I felt relive and much more relaxed. Ethan made me kneel down till midnight, before he said I could stand up. It was really hard to not bring down my hand even though my whole body, was actually trembling in pain.
“Lay down on the bed.” He said to me. I did my punishment well, I didn’t open my eyes or bring down my hands, why does he want to punish me again?
As I laid down on the bed, I could taste my fear, my heart already pounding out of my chest. But Ethan shocked me, he didn’t spank me… instead he rubbed something like a soothing cream on both of my ass cheeks, and also my red swollen back. The cream cooled of the pain, and I began to wonder what was going through Ethan’s head.
Ethan carried me up in his arms to the bathroom, dropped me in the bathtub and gave me a bath. After the bath, he carried me in his arms again, walked back into the room and placed me on the bed gently.
He used the duvet to cover my body…. “You should sleep.” He whispered in my ear, stood up from the bed and walked over to the room door.
“I didn’t fuck her.” I heard him say before leaving my room entirely. I didn’t want to know how the noise I heard from my sister came to be, what he said… gave me enough joy in my heart. Ethan didn’t have sex with my sister, gosh… I think my heart is going to explode due to the joy I’m feeling.