CH 3: HIS HELL, MY PARADISE

Annie's POV

They took me back to the penthouse. I felt utterly uncomfortable as we stepped inside, and I couldn't keep my mind at ease with what Tobin’s punishment would be.

Anyone who crosses him either ends up dead or vanishes, which is pretty much the same thing as being dead.

We walked into the penthouse I’d been stuck in for the last four weeks. Tobin nodded at his goons. “Blindfold her.”

Rough hands tied a cloth over my eyes. I became scared immediately as they grabbed my arms and led me forward.

I stayed still for a while before they held my hand and guided me to walk blindly.

After a few seconds, I heard a door squeal open. The guards’ footsteps retreated, leaving me alone and the lock clicked behind me.

“Take off the blindfold,” Tobin’s voice ordered.

I pulled it off and blinked.

Holy shit. I’d never seen this room before.

Black walls, chains dangling from the ceiling, hooks everywhere. A wooden cross with leather straps stood in one corner. A metal cage big enough for someone to kneel in sat in another. Shelves were loaded with whips, paddles, handcuffs, nipple clamps, dildos, vibrators, ropes — all that kinky stuff.

A padded bench with restraints was in the center, and a swing with straps hung from the ceiling. 

Mirrors covered the walls, reflecting everything. A drain sat in the middle of the floor. My brain went straight to my secret bucket list.

I have always wanted to try this kind of sex, but my life, the one I thought I wanted, never let me.

Tobin stepped closer, his eyes locked on mine. “You know what this place is?”

I looked around, even though I knew exactly what it was. I needed a second to process. After a beat, I nodded.

“Good,” he said. “You fucked up, Annie and it is time to learn. Strip. Now.”

I froze for a second. Part of me was scared, part of me was... very excited. “Okay,” I muttered, pulling off my shirt, then my pants. Kicked off my shoes. Unhooked my bra, and let it fall.

I slid my panties down and stood there naked, I felt his eyes on me, the room’s dim light making my skin prickle.

He walked to the shelf, grabbed leather cuffs. He stepped behind me, yanking my wrists back. The cuffs clicked shut. “Move,” he said, pushing me toward the padded bench. “Bend over.”

I leaned over it. I felt the leather cold against my chest. He strapped my ankles to the bench legs, spreading them wide. My ass was up, totally exposed. I couldn’t move much. His hand ran down my back, then my thighs. “You’re gonna count each one,” he said, picking up a paddle.

The first smack hit my right cheek. “One,” I gasped. He hit my left side next. “Two.” He kept going, each slap harder. “Three. Four. Five.” By ten, my ass was on fire, and I was panting. Tears stung my eyes, but I didn’t want it to stop.

He tossed the paddle aside, grabbed a vibrator. It buzzed to life, and he slowly pressed it against my clit. I moaned. “You like that?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I whispered as my voice shook.

He slid it inside me, slow, then faster. My body tensed and I could feel the pressure building. I was so close when he pulled it out. “Not yet,” he said.

He unstrapped me and pulled me to the wooden cross. My wrists and ankles got strapped in, my arms stretched above my head, legs spread. He grabbed nipple clamps, snapping them on. I winced, the pinch was sharp and it sent a jolt straight to my core.

Tobin stripped off his shirt, then his pants. His cock was hard, brushing my thigh as he stepped close. “You want this?” he asked.

“Please,” I said, nodding fast.

He picked up a flogger, trailing the leather strands over my skin. Then he swung, hitting my breasts lightly. The clamps tugged, and I gasped. He hit harder, then moved to my thighs, my stomach. My skin burned red.

“Where’s my sister?” I blurted, the thought hitting me out of nowhere as the pain mixed with everything else.

Tobin stopped, flogger mid-air. “She’s at your parents’ place. Safe. Now shut the fuck up.”

He dropped the flogger and stepped between my legs. He thrust into me, hard, filling me up. I gasped, the clamps making every move intense. “Fuck,” I moaned.

“Quiet,” he growled, slamming into me again. The cross creaked with each thrust, my moans getting louder, echoing off the mirrors.

He reached down, rubbing my clit while he fucked me. “Come for me,” he said.

After a few minutes of pounding, the orgasm hit hard and my body shook against the straps. “Oh gaud,” I cried out. He kept going and then cummed inside of me.

Was he done?

No, he wasn't.

He unstrapped me, pushed me to my knees. “Clean me up.”

I took his cock in my mouth, tasting myself. I sucked slowly, then faster, swirling my tongue. He grabbed my hair, guiding me, fucking my mouth until he was hard again.

“Up,” he said, pulling me to the swing. He strapped me in with my legs spread wide and arms secured. I was suspended, totally helpless. He grabbed a butt plug, lubed it, and worked it into my ass. I groaned as it stretched me, settling in place.

He slid into my pussy slowly, letting me feel him with the plug adding pressure. He swung me on the chains as he banged me really hard till I prayed not to faint in his hands, but still…

“Harder,” I begged.

He smirked, picking up the pace. Then he pulled out the plug, replacing it with two fingers, stretching me more. He lubed up again, then pushed his cock into my ass. I tensed at the burn, but relaxed, letting him in. “Fuck, Tobin,” I gasped.

He rubbed my clit with one hand, the other pulling the clamps off my nipples. The sudden release made me scream, pain turning to pleasure. “Come again,” he ordered.

After some time, I did. My body clenched around him, shaking in the swing. Then he groaned, coming inside me.

He lowered me down, both of us breathing hard. He uncuffed my wrists, handed me a towel. “That’s your punishment,” he said. “For now.”

I wiped off, my body sore but buzzing. “Worth it,” I muttered under my breath, wondering if I’d push him again just to end up back here.

I went inside, washed up, cleaned my body, and got out. I watched him as he had a towel wrapped around him. He tossed the blindfold to me and told me to cover my eyes with it and I did.

He clapped his hands and after a few seconds, I heard the door creek open again. Two guards held my arms and led me out.

“Take her to the guest room.” He ordered and they shut the door.

I had walked for a few minutes then one of them removed my blindfold and told me to enter and I did.

I got inside, my bag was already there, I rushed and picked up my phone. The battery was flat then I charged it.

After a few minutes, I unplugged it, sat down, and called my mother, wanting to explain what was going on.

And as if she was expecting my call, she picked up.

“Hey mom,” I greeted her.

“Hi. What's wrong? Why call at this time of the night?” She asked.

“Claire showed up and Tobin knew that we deceived him. I'm surprised I'm not dead yet.”

“Where is Claire now?” She asked.

“What do you mean by ‘where is Claire?’” She asked.

“Claire announced that she was coming over to your place.”

“No, I haven't seen her,” My mom replied and immediately I sensed something was wrong.

Soon enough, Tobin barged into the room with a gun pointed towards me. “The file linked to Project X is gone,” He replied. “You planned it with your sister, didn't you? Confess now or I blow your fucking head off!”