Chapter 5 BDSM Slave

"W-what do you mean?" I went down to the table, still not wearing my covers, although I'm not sure where I put my underwear or skirt. I just peered out his door without moving my head to check whether I had left it outside, but I couldn't because he grasped my chin and lifted it to meet our gaze. When I saw his multi-colored eyes, it was as if I could see two since his face was so near to mine, which had previously been a blend of green and brown and had now turned gold.

"I don't want it when I talk but no one listens to me," he whispered, bringing his face closer to mine and licking my cheek. I could feel his hot breath crushing to my face. My eyes were merely monitoring his every motion because the power of my heart's racing appeared to be bursting out of my chest. "Your attention should be solely on me and no one else."

When I raised myself, I almost collapsed because he rubbed his fingers over my pussy, which is now calm. Because I was weak, I held tight to his arm that his garments crumpled, and there's where I found support. My eyelids are sluggish, and I bite my bottom lip, which appears to rip from the force of my bite. I didn't even have a clue what we were talking about, and what he did simply added to my confusion. I was instantly aware of the dampness in my vagina.

"Looks like you need a training session because you don't listen to what I'm asserting," he remarked as he drew me away from his body and turned my back on him. He compelled me to walk outside by putting my hand behind my back. I asked him from behind because he had already turned out the light in his room.

"Where are you taking me Travis?" I was just wondering as we came to a halt. I couldn't reach the skirt since my hand was behind me and was caught in his hold. We stopped where I had left them. But when he picked up my underwear and lifted it to see it better, all I wanted to do was hide under the table and not come out.

After letting go of my hand, he handed them to me. I snatched it from his grasp and hastily gathered up my skirt. He scowled at what I did, but I dashed back to his office to put those on. The office light came back on as I was putting on my panties; I'm not sure why he was still following me if he could wait for me outside. As I turned away from the door, I felt him approaching from behind me.

"Hurry up now, we still have stuff to do," he murmured, his steady tone returning. Because of what he said, I sped up my movement even more, and when I finished, I hurriedly looked at him without removing the wrinkle on my brow.

"What specifically do you mean?"

When he unexpectedly pulled off his trousers and revealed his cock to me again, it seemed as if something was alive in my body, which I thought had calmed down. I felt obliged to kneel down and touch it. I placed it in my mouth as he was keeping my head down. When I raised my attention to him, his frigid glare had been replaced with hungry eyes. He gently caressed my hair as I devoured his cock.

"The medicine's influence on you is still not gone, I assumed because you ended ejaculating and squirting, the effect would go away, still not," he spoke as he pulled my arm up to stand. When we got up, we went back to the table, but this time he didn't put me down, but instead opened the drawer and took out the rope.

He took my hand in his and led me into his seat, but before I could utter a question, he had taped my lips shut. He took my hand from the back of his chair and I'm not sure how he tied it there after a few minutes, next he tied my body and the corner of my boobs to make it swell.

"MmMmmp...!" I yelled despite the fact that my mouth was sealed as he abruptly yanked my leg. The next thing he tied was my legs, which he attached to my ankle, causing my legs to widen and my fluids to spill out. He kept an eye on me as my body tensed up as I struggled on.

I was still dressed, but he had already tied me, so I'm not sure what the point of his tying me was if I was clothed. I just ignored him as he walked since I couldn't breathe when he tied me because it was too tight. I only observed him heading towards my back, and the next thing I knew, I lost my soul.

"Oh. This should frighten you, but why is your pussy growing wetter? " His voice was soft yet powerful. I couldn't look at the knife he was holding, which he used to rip my blouse. Tears welled up in the corner of my eye, not from what he had done, but from exasperation. Why am I cumming as a knife is aimed at me?