Book 2, Chapter 16: The Playroom

**Third Person**

Madison just stared at Damien. They were having a silent standoff for a few tense moments before Madison finally opened her mouth and asked, “You are kidding, right?

“Why would you think I am joking?” Damien retorted, a smug look on his face. He knew that she would have no choice but to comply very shortly.

“I am not into BDSM. I have seen more than I care to admit at home; I don’t need that here. And you are not dominating me, let alone calling yourself my master,” Madison said sternly, trying to be brave. Her heart was beating so fast that she thought she would become lightheaded. She secretly loved the idea, and the heat in her core was about to give her away, but the last thing Damien’s ego needed was to be satisfied as a dominant.

“You are not fooling anyone, Zemra Ime,” Damien said softly. He stood in his macho stance, but his shoulders relaxed a little. “You are a submissive, and all those naughty little books you read are only BDSM. You haven’t explored all the pleasures that come with it yet, which is where I come in. You are scared, and that’s okay. I promise we will go slow. I have been doing this for twenty years. You are safe with me, always.” Madison couldn’t respond, but her insides were doing backflips.

“Now, Zemra Ime, I will not tell you again. Come and kneel,” Damien ordered, patting the foot of the bed in front of him. The bed had a black silk sheet but no comforter. Madison took a shaky breath before crawling on her hands and knees to the front as requested and then sat on her heels.

“Good girl,” Damien praised. “I will correct your pose in a moment. Once I do so, you will remember it. Every time I tell you to enter this room, you will strip to your bra and panties unless I tell you otherwise, and you will kneel right here on the floor by this bed in the submissive pose until I give you orders. Your hair is to be placed in a high ponytail. No jewelry or shoes. If I ask you to submit to me, and we are not in this room, you will drop to your knees and take the position until I say otherwise. I will never ask you to do this in public.” Damien stated with authority.

He then took Madison’s hand, guided her off the bed, and placed her on the little red X on the floor. He pushed her shoulders down, signaling her to kneel. He then took a few moments to adjust her body, giving her small instructions. When satisfied, he took a step back to look at her.

“Beautiful!” he whispered as his cock twitched in his pants. Madison was kneeling, sitting on her heels, and her knees were shoulder-width apart. Her head was down, her back was straight, and her palms rested on her thighs facing up. She looked ravishing to Damien.

Madison’s heart continued to beat like a wild drum. Her core started to throb with need, and to her utmost surprise, she felt exhilarated, something she only used to feel when she sped down her secret tunnel in her go-cart.

“I will give you a checklist tomorrow for you to go over. A list of the rules, punishments, and rewards is posted near the door, and you will be given a copy with your checklist. The laws of this house still apply, my butterfly, but these are specific to our new dynamic.

Here are the main ones:

1. From now on, you are to call me Master when we are in this room, this house, or engaging in any sexual acts. You may call me Damien in public or when I tell you otherwise.
2. You respect me, I will respect you. Disobedience will not be tolerated. You will be punished if you do not follow my orders. There are no warnings.
3. You can be a brat, but know that I am a certified brat tamer, and your punishments will be more severe for every indiscretion. The word NO is only for me.
4. Your safe word is blueberry. Do not abuse it, and it cannot be used during punishment. Aftercare is mandatory for both of us, no matter the circumstances. Appointments, guests, associates, and/or plans can wait.
5. Communication. Do not keep things to yourself. You must talk to me. I can help you. Your mind, body, and soul will be pushed to its limits and beyond. It is vital that you are honest and open with me.
Your punishments will fit your crime, but I promise you will enjoy them even when painful. Your rewards will be as sweet as you. Do you understand everything I have said, Zemra Ime?” Damien said, petting Madison’s head.

She nodded, afraid of speaking. Her insides were on fire, and her head was spinning with all the naughty thoughts running around like a wild beast.

“I need verbal answers, Madison. You have lived your whole life in a BDSM house. You know that is a requirement,” Damien chastised. Knowing precisely what he was saying, Madison took a deep breath and smiled wickedly. She kept her head down but said, “Yes… SIR.”

Damien grits his teeth, knowing she is being a brat on purpose. He tsks at her and walks over to one of the many black shelves that line the wall, which proudly displays his myriad of toys and instruments for his sadistic pleasure. He grabs the riding crop and starts hitting his hand lightly.

“Look at me, Madison,” Damien demanded. Madison, being the brat, murmured, “Make me.”

Damien used the riding crop to lift her chin, and Madison finally complied.

“You are very naughty, Zemra Ime. First, all the pranks, then this non-lady-like behavior… tsk, tsk, my love. You have earned yourself twenty spanks with this bad boy here.” Damien spoke softly, but his eyes were clouded with a dark desire. Madison’s heart skipped a beat, both in fear and desire.

Damien held out his hand with a silent order for Madison to take it. She gulped and placed a shaky hand in his, and she was lifted. He guided her over to the bed and pushed her down so her tummy lay across the mattress. Damien leaned over her, pressing his hard muscles against her. He kissed her cheek, then nibbled her neck momentarily before straightening himself.
He pulled down her shorts to expose her beautiful round globes. He took a few moments to caress her silky flesh. He was excited to paint his new canvas with red marks.

“Put your hands out to the sides. You will count every lash and say apologize to me properly. I will start over for any mistake,” Damien ordered, and then he pulled his hand back and let the riding crop fly, hitting the center of her right cheek with a nice crack. “AHH!” Madison jolted in surprise.

“Fuck, that hurts!” She cried out. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. “AHHH!”

“What did I say, Madison?” Damien said, no longer playing. “Let’s try this again.”

SMACK!

Madison grunted first before saying through gritted teeth, “One… I’m… I’m sorry, Master?”

“Better. Good girl,” Damien said, smiling. He rubbed the soft flesh to take away the sting, earning a small groan from Madison. This was going to be the most delicious torture.

SMACK! “Two... I’m sorry, Master.”

SMACK! “AHH! Three... I’m sorry, Master.”

SMACK! “Shhhiii…four… I’m sorry, Master.” Madison had to grit her teeth as he had started swatting her seat spots.

SMACK! “Five... I’m… I’m sorry, Master.”

SMACK! “S… Six... I’m sorry, Master.” Madison bit her lip to stop her groans when Damien started to massage the sore spots. It felt too good.

For the next ten minutes, Damien alternated between inflicting his punishment and giving a sensual massage, making Madison a panting mess.

SMACK! “AHHHH!” Madison screamed out. “Nineteen.. I’m… I’m… I’m sorry, Master,” she said breathlessly.

Damien stepped back and looked at his artwork. He saw her pretty lower lips glistening with arousal, and his already hard dick twitched once more, leaking precum down his thigh.

He palmed himself for a moment to relieve a little pressure and smiled wickedly before he brought his hand back and let the crop sail through the air once more, landing one last smack on her ass. It was the hardest he had done yet, and he watched her pink flesh giggle with the impact.

“AHHH! Twenty, I’m sorry, Master!” Madison cried out before she grunted out a loud “FUCKING HELL THAT HURT!”

Damien used his hand and hit her ass once more, making her scream again. “Language!” Damien demanded, and Madison whipped her head to glare at him. Damien just stared right back at her. Madison resigned to her defeat and dropped her head back on the bed, burying her face in the sheet.

She heard Damien walking around the room for a moment before she felt his presence close to her backside once more.

“This will be cold for a moment, but it will help with the sting,” Damien said softly. Madison gasped when the cold bit into her heated flesh, and then she relaxed as Damien took his time to massage every cell on her rear end. He then put her shorts back on and pulled her up and into his arms, cradling her against his chest like a koala bear, so her sore ass did not have pressure on it. He snuggled with her against the headboard and held her, whispering sweet nothings and kissing her face gently. “You did so well, my butterfly,” he repeated. Damien’s heart was so happy right now. It was not a light punishment, and his girl took it all. It just solidified his obsession to keep her his forever.

The two of them stayed wrapped around each other for a while. As Madison started to drift off into dreamland, her tummy rumbled. “Let’s get you something to eat, Zemra ime, then you can sleep,” Damien said lightly, making his way through the house with Madison still clinging in his arms.

Marissa came out of the kitchen with the last of the food. She and Damien exchanged looks and smirked, knowing exactly what had happened.

Damien settled Madison in her chair, and she whimpered at the loss of contact with Damien and the unfortunate contact with the chair.

“Owie!” she said pouting.

“Let this be a reminder for you the next time you want to be a brat. I went soft on you,” Damien warned. Madison squinted at him. He was challenging her once more, and she always enjoyed the challenge. They started to eat in comfortable silence.

“Tomorrow, you will have the house to yourself. I have to check on the other towers. Next week, if you are good, we will go into the city.” Damien said lightly. Madison’s eyes widened. If she were ever going to have a chance of getting out of this place, it would be then.