All Chapters of SIR: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I was right. He does need to be in control after what happened today. He’s tied me up completely with the rope, my arms pinned to my sides, my thighs pressed together, which instantly tells me that I’m not going to get much satisfaction out of today. He uses his fingertips, the pinwheel, the strands of the Nine Tails to graze my skin, to tease me, to make me shiver, for hours. I have the corset on, and nothing else at this point. I just sit patiently on my knees, waiting for the moment of impact. When it comes, when the Nine Tails smacks against the top of my thigh, my core instantly floods my underwear with wetness. I’m completely at his mercy, and he fucking knows it. His goal today is to make me do the work, to listen to his instructions to the fucking letter. Which I do. I answer him when questioned, call him Sir every time, move where he wants me, close my eyes, let him take my underwear off, open my mouth as requested. This mom

I stare down at the corset, not moving to pick it up.He doesn’t move from the sofa either.A few minutes pass where neither of us says anything. I just breathe through the silence, my brain whizzing with every possible response, every excuse I can give him.Even if I just say it is a corset that I own, feigning ignorance of the club, I know that he knows it is the exact same one. He spends hours running his hands over it, studying it as he watches my body react in each session. There is no way I can pretend that I don’t work there.Eventually, I slowly bend down, and pick it up. His head turns slightly at the movement.“David, I–”“No. You don’t get to talk.” He snaps, finally standing from the sofa and marching over to me. He throws his glass onto the floor, and it shatters everywhere.“David, please just hear me ou–”He puts his hand around my throat and pushes me against the nearest wall. I breathe heavily at the action, fiercely aware that the th

Turns out, that David won’t let me wonder about ignoring him for very long.He comes down to the club ten minutes after Nico has arrived to keep me company. We both watch his car approach on the cameras, him getting out, and pounding on the door. We both watch him get his phone out of his pocket, and call me multiple times.Eventually, Nico has to go down, once we realise he isn’t going to let up.As soon as he opens the door, David marches towards him.“Let me in.” David orders, but Nico just shuts the door behind him. Nico notices Marcus is standing by the car now as well.“She’s safe here.”“Bullshit.” David spits, going for the door again, but Nico is quick to block his path. David reaches for his waistband.Again, Nico is fast to intercept his movements, grabbing his forearm before he can reach his gun.“Gonna threaten to shoot me while she’s up there watching?” Nico asks with an edge to his voice, as he points David to the cameras by the door. D

I call Nico from the house phone a few minutes after David leaves, explaining that I’m at his place, and I don’t think I’ll be back at the club. He drops my things off a little while later, exchanging a minimal conversation with Marcus, who is now stationed at the door.David doesn’t contact me for the rest of the day. I figure the ‘sorting out’ will be something to do with the guys that tried to grab me, so I wait a little while.But then 6pm comes and goes. And so does 7pm. Before I know it, it is 8.30pm and I still have no indication of where David is, or when he is coming back.I’ve wasted the hours up until now talking to Sel, updating her on the weird ass situation now, and maybe hinting that she definitely should not look at the cameras from today.I know she will anyway.Eventually, I start trying to bug Marcus about when David will be home. At 10pm, he still has no updates for me, so I just give him a new cup of coffee and bid him goodnight. He helps me

I swallow, then part my lips to breathe as evenly as I can. Waiting. Anticipating his next move, but not being fully prepared.SWAT!When his belt hits my skin, my back arches and I moan loudly. He quickly leans forward and clamps his hand over my mouth, cutting the sound off halfway through.“This door isn’t locked,” He hisses into my ear, making my eyes roll back a little at the thought. “So unless you want someone to run in and see what the commotion is, you need to keep your noises to yourself. Think you can you do that?”I nod quickly.“Good girl.”He slowly slides his hand off my mouth, just as his belt comes down on my skin another time.SWAT!I whimper, biting my bottom lip as hard as I can to stifle the sound. It seems acceptable to him, as he whips me again, the sharp sound of the leather striking my ass resonating through the room.SWAT!A few seconds pass with no other movement, just the feeling of the sting blossoming over my ass