37- Rainbow Sprinkles and Unicorns

Isabella

Three days. Three long days since I received that strange mysterious folder. And yet everyday I try to contemplate the meaning behind it all. Always making sure it was well hidden from site. Not wanting to take the risk of someone else finding it. As my room had cameras and while thankfully none of my men were perverts I still wasn’t taking that chance.

Sitting on the sofa within my room, I attempted to read a romance book I had found all while letting my mind wander as it did.

For while my room, although beautiful, was still considered a cage and a gilded one at that. And while I may no longer be chained to the bed, I’m still locked behind closed doors and arm guards standing by.

With increasing boredom, I’m thankfully saved by my ever growling tummy. Looking too the clock on the wall, I noticed it was still too early for lunch but with a need to eat something sweet yet salty, I decided to venture out. Wondering if my new found “freedom” would allow me to leave the confinement of the room.

Working up the courage to move, I move to approach the door. Knocking on it three times, I slowly take a step back when I hear the familiar clicks of the door. With a poke of his head, the guard moves to speak. “What?” he asks, rather harshly at that, his thick accent coarse and intimidating to say the least.

Clearing my throat, I move to ask my question. “Can I leave my room? I’m bored and super hungry. I was kinda hoping I could go to the kitchen and make something to eat? Cookies maybe??” I ask, failing miserably at flirting as flirting had never been my thing according to Angel and Caleb.

Raising an eyebrow, he moves to pull out his phone. Dialing a number, I can’t help but notice that it rings three times before someone moves to answer it. Yet while I wasn’t directly placed on speaker phone, I could definitely still hear the other person's voice if only faintly. The guard speaking in a completely foreign language aside from the Greek and Italian that I knew. Moments later he moves to hang up the phone.

“The Boss says okay” then like so, he moves to step aside before letting me pass. Taking that as my cue I quickly head for the kitchen, my fellow puppies following me as I gently roll my eyes.

Approaching the spare kitchen, I move to wash my hands with soap and water before heading for the massive walk-in pantry. The puppies taking a seat at a small kitchen table off near the back wall, both now on their phones while probably playing a game. Slackers.

Searching the pantry, I suddenly get a rush of mixed emotions. Fear, Anger, Happy, Sad, all mixed into one big jumbled mess like I was suddenly running a marathon. Taking a minute to myself, I try to ease those feelings only to realize that my stupid period was about to start. Fucking hormones. No wonder I wanted sugar. It only ever happened when I knew I was about to start my period.

Finding all the nesscessary ingredients needed, I move to make unicorn candy. Knowing that the treat would help ease all my cravings, I moved to get to work.

Grabbing rainbow sprinkles, white chocolate, colorful m&m's, sixlets candy and mini tin liners I move to place them all on the kitchen counter. Next, I move to find a large cupcake tin, and two large bowls, one being glass while the other to boil water to melt the chocolate.

Filling one of the pots with running water, I move to set it to boil on the stove before lining my cupcake pan with tin liners. Then once the water boils, do I move to add the glass bowl followed by the chocolate as I then move to stir it until silky smooth.

Once that’s ready I move to add it to all my liners before taking my rainbow sprinkles, m&m's and sixlets and adding them to the gooy chocolate. Then taking my tray, I move to place it in the rather large freezer to help cool.

Upon exiting the freezer do I move to spot Grant who was now leaning up against the island, eyes fixed on me. Wearing a navy blue shirt with the top two buttons open, his tie tucked gently into his pants, shifting my gaze I move to swallow nervously. A gold watch and matching jewelry sat neatly along hands and fingers.

God, he looked so handsome. Unable to help myself I continued to stare at him knowing there was a god-like structure before me, his suite tight and hugging his body in all the right places. I can’t help but drool.

“Enjoying the view?” he asks, a wicked smile on his face. Rolling my eyes, the mood now gone, I move to clean up my mess only for him to grab me by the arm.

“Did I just see you roll your eyes at me sweetheart?” any playfulness he might have had now gone as his face and features become stern and dominant.

Yanking my arm free from his hold, I was seriously not in the mood for this. “Get the FUCK away from me” seething in anger I move to grit my teeth. My anger steadily rising. Raising an eye, I move to roll my eyes once more, heading for the sink as I did.

Knowing I was pushing his buttons does he move to growl, “Drop the fucking attitude Bambina (Baby).”

“OR WHAT... GRANT?” I spat. My back still facing him. My hands now gripping at the counter. “What will you do? What will you do if I don't?” I challenge. Spinning around I move to unleash all my pent up anger and anxiety that had been building over the chorse of days. “Will you spank me? Throw me in a cage and lock the door? Put me back into your little maze? Embarrasse me again like last time? Limit my freedom? Or how about this, you killing my two best friends? Oh wait, you already did that, didn’t you! Why can’t you all just leave me alone! I want no part of you, or any of this. I just want to go back home!”

Phew, that felt good to get off my chest finally. Standing at the counter I cry, my tears falling freely from my eyes. Gathering what little courage I had left I move to look up at Grant, pure rage now on his face. Terrified by my actions, my heart begins to quicken and before I can apologize for my little outburst he moves to stand right up against me. A finger harshly on my mouth to silence me.

Then without warning I’m quickly picked up like a rag doll before being thrown over his shoulder as he moves to walk from the kitchen. Squirming and begging, I try to get him to put me down only to be slapped rather harshly across my ass. A simple “Shut the fuck up” could be heard.

Making it to an office, I'm harshly thrown down onto a sofa. The words “STAY!” can be heard as he moves over to his desk. Taking a quick look at my surroundings I realize we’re in the strategy room. Eyeing the door I contemplate my next move only to hear a menacing growl as a fierce warning in which has me frozen in my seat.

Upon returning does Grant move to bring along two sets of leather cuffs, a strap and ball and what looked like a paddle for ping pong. Grabbing me harshly by the arms he moves to throw me back down against the sofa, my belly now touching the couch as he moves to apply pressure to my lower back. Pulling my arms behind my back he moves to fasten the cuffs to my wrists. Then does the same with my legs before I can even struggle out of his hold. When he commands me to open my mouth I flat out refuse, my lips sealed tightly. Growling he moves to apply pressure to my body once again as he uses his hand to squeeze my cheeks. Applying just enough force to pry open my jaw before quickly applying the gag, securing the strap behind my head.

Once securely bound and gagged does he move to place me over his knee, his hands moving to pull down my pants and panties before spanking me with the paddle.

“DON’T. YOU.EVER. EVER. SPEAK.LIKE.THAT. TO ANYONE. EVER. AGAIN” he yells between each harsh slap making my ass cheeks burn. And although powerless to squirm away, I do try to plead for mercy only for it to be muffled by the gag. Tears now falling as he continued.

Fifty spanks later, does Grant eventually stop. Rubbing the sore spots all while making me whimper. Applying cooling gel to my skin he then moves to pull up my pants, wiping off the drool as he slowly kisses me all over my face, all the while telling me how such a good girl I was for taking my punishment like a champ as we cuddled.

Eventually he moves too lay me down while placing a soft blanket over the top of me as he moves to leave me on the sofa. Still bound and gagged I soon fall asleep, any and all remaining ‘Fucks’ long gone, my body now drained of any resistance.