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Safety of his house
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Punish Me, Master Can we go further?
Kyra stood in the center of the playroom, the dim amber lights casting a soft, intimate glow over everything. The space felt alive now, humming with possibility, and her heart fluttered like a trapped bird. Silas's hand still held hers loosely, a grounding anchor amid the array of tools that both intrigued and intimidated her. She shifted her weight, toes curling against the plush rug, her sweater suddenly feeling too warm."Let's start simple," Silas said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. He released her hand and moved to a nearby shelf, selecting items with deliberate care. He watched her closely, attuned to every flicker in her expression, the way her eyes widened slightly, the subtle bite of her lower lip. It delighted him, how her curiosity warred with her shyness, making her seem like a wide-eyed explorer in an unfamiliar land. Appealing, he thought, in that quiet, genuine way that made him want to protect and tease her all at once.He held up a length
Punish Me, Master We will go at your pace
Kyra's heart pounded as Silas led her down a hallway she hadn't noticed before, tucked behind a discreet door in his apartment. The air grew cooler, the lighting softer, as they descended a short flight of stairs. "This is my private space," he said quietly, his hand warm around hers. "No one comes here without invitation."She nodded, her fingers tightening slightly in his grip. They were still riding the wave of their earlier conversation, the tea, the encouragement, his serious question about entering his world. Now, it felt real. Too real. Her sneakers padded softly on the carpeted steps, and she kept her eyes down, a faint blush already warming her cheeks.He unlocked a heavy door with a key from his pocket, pushing it open to reveal the playroom. Dim, recessed lights cast a warm amber glow over the space, shadows dancing on the walls. Leather benches gleamed in the center, padded and sturdy, flanked by racks holding floggers with soft tails, coils of rope in neat bundles, and o
Punish Me, Master Good girl
Kyra's cheek still throbbed as Silas unlocked the door to his apartment. The ride back had been quiet, rain pattering against the windows like a soft drumbeat. She followed him inside, her old sneakers squeaking faintly on the polished marble floor. The space was luxurious, high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, minimalist furniture in shades of gray and black. It felt worlds away from her chaotic old home, and that made her feel even smaller, more out of place."Let's get that bruise looked at," Silas said, his voice steady as he shrugged off his jacket and hung it by the door. He guided her to the living room couch with a gentle hand on her lower back, not pushing, just leading. She sat gingerly, clutching her backpack like a lifeline.He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a first-aid kit, kneeling in front of her with the ease of someone who'd patched up bar brawls more times than he could count. "Tilt your head a bit," he instructed softly. His fingers were cool a
Punish Me, Master I won't let anyone hurt you ever again
Seeing this Silas interjected calmly, his voice deep and authoritative. "Enough. This isn't productive. Kyra, you may return to class. We'll handle this appropriately.” He turned to the principal before she could say anything. “If the student is saying she doesn't feel safe at home around her father. I think we shouldn't take it lightly.” But the damage was done. Kyra flees the office, sobs wracking her frail body, feeling more vulnerable than ever, a pitiful girl crumbling under the weight of insults, her bitter life a cycle of wrongs with no escape.After classes, dread coiled in her stomach as she approached the campus gate. Silas had texted he'd pick her up soon, but there, lurking like a predator, was her father. His bloodshot eyes locked on her, and he charged forward, his massive hand cracking across her face in a brutal slap. "There you are, you thieving bitch!"Pain exploded, stars bursting in her vision as she stumbled. He grabbed her arm, nails digging in, dragging her
Punish Me, Master Safety of his house
Kyra's hands trembled as she gripped the phone tighter, staring at the cracked screen in Silas's guest room. It had been three days since she'd fully moved in with him, her few belongings unpacked in the spacious closet, her books neatly stacked on the desk he'd provided. The safety of his home felt like a fragile dream, but reality clawed back with her father's relentless calls. He'd left voicemails, each more venomous than the last: "Where the fuck are you, you worthless slut? Get your ass home with my money!" She knew she had to confront him, tell him she was gone for good. Silas had encouraged it that morning over breakfast, his deep voice steady: "Closure is key, Kyra. But if it turns bad, call me immediately."Swallowing hard, she dialed, her heart pounding like a trapped animal. The phone rang twice before her father picked up, his voice a slurred roar. "About time, you ungrateful bitch! Where've you been hiding? I need cash, my luck's turning at the tables tonight."Kyra's v
Punish Me, Master No romantic feelings allowed
Kyra stepped out of the campus gates, the autumn breeze tugging at her hair as she adjusted her backpack strap. The humiliation from the classroom incident still lingered like a shadow, her wrist throbbing faintly from Aaron's grip. But Silas's brief hug, electric and forbidden, had left a warmth in her chest, a yearning she pushed down. She walked slowly, her steps light and tentative, lost in thought, when her phone buzzed in her pocket.She pulled it out, her cheeks warming at the sight of the name: Master. The text read: "Wait a few streets away from campus. I'll pick you up."Her heart fluttered, a shy smile curving her lips as she remembered that morning, him asking for her number over breakfast, his deep voice casual yet insistent. She texted back: "Okay. Thank you." Simple, but her fingers trembled slightly as she hit send, tucking her phone away with a small, endearing fidget.He didn't make her wait long. A sleek black car pulled up minutes later, the window rolling down
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