Compliance Ch. 02

My scalp ached and I could feel bruises all over my body. I didn't know how I would explain them, some could pass as accidents but it was clear what the marks around my wrists were. My jaw ached and my throat felt sore, each dull pain sent me back to each blow, each delightful assault and I remembered the look in his eyes as if he were standing right in front of me. It was hungry and forceful, something I should have feared, but instead, I was drawn to him.

As I walked to my car, I could feel the guilt clawing at me. I had cheated on a man who was good to me, who loved me and would certainly never hurt me.

We had become comfortable in the three years we'd been together and he spent a more and more of his time with friends. Sometimes I felt as though I was a last resort - if nobody else wanted his time, it would be free for me. Feeling unloved was absolutely no excuse to cheat - nothing was - but something pulled me to Charlie. I didn't understand it, but one thing was for certain, it was more than simple lust.

I knew I should use what had happened as a lesson and try to fix my relationship. The remorse I felt was so strong, I could never have felt it for someone I didn't truly love.

I got into my car and drove home, the entire journey was a daze - I kept repeating the night over and over, reliving it in my mind. Remembering how wonderful it felt while Charlie's hands explored my body, the look in his eyes when I had purposefully disobeyed, before he punished me with pleasure. How my nails clawed at his back while our tongues fought against each other with each determined kiss.

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The day passed slowly whilst I worked over everything in my head. Whether I would tell Liam or not - I had concluded that I wouldn't. I couldn't see him hurt, I had betrayed his trust by cheating on him, I couldn't break his heart as well.

I arranged to see him that evening, if I had said I didn't want to stay over, he would have asked what was wrong - and lying was never my strong suit.

I spent over an hour simply standing under the shower, as if to wash off the infidelity. It made no difference to my guilt but it was strangely soothing.

The drive to his house seemed to last forever, I turned up the radio as loud as I could take, to drown out my thoughts and it worked, for the most part. When I opened the door to his house and walked in, he was watching TV in the dark and I leaned in to give him a kiss, to my surprise he stood up and kissed me hard. I tried to reciprocate the passion I felt from him but it was hard, with the guilt weighing so heavy on my shoulders.

Liam was gorgeous, I really was lucky to have him love me and I knew that, I just wanted more from him. My head spun - and while his hands were all over me, mine lingered around his neck, too guilty to feel him.

He must not have noticed my lack of participation because he pushed me, face down onto the sofa appreciating my ass as he pulled down my leather look leggings. Before I knew it he was licking and sucking my pussy, roaming to and from my ass. I moaned as lustfully as I could but my heart wasn't in it. He didn't question it and stood up to take off his pants. He took hold of my hair and lightly tugged at it as he spat on his other hand, rubbing the lube onto his cock. He thrust into my pussy and I groaned loudly. Not out of pleasure - it was sore as hell from the night before. He still had hold of my hair and pumped into my pussy hard and fast. Abruptly stopping, he turned me around and shoved his cock into my mouth.

"Suck it."

I kept my eyes closed as I did as he asked, not letting it touch my already tortured throat. I sucked and licked his hard cock, in long stokes, slurping on every inch. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth, flipped me over again fucking my pussy with passionate determination . He spat on his hand and rubbed it against my ass, inserting a finger.

"Oh you're so ready for me baby"

His cock left my pussy and he shoved it into my ass, pounding hard, grunting quietly. He took hold of my neck with both hands and held softly as he fucked my sore ass.

"I'm gonna come, oh God!" I could hear the desperation in his voice, he was close and I felt his body tense.

He stopped and I felt him shudder as he came inside my ass. When he pulled out, he leaned over and kissed me.

Ordinarily, as a quickie I would have enjoyed myself but I just wasn't into it. My infidelity from the night before played over in my head, and I felt as though he knew, that he was simply waiting for the moment to crush my world as I had done his. While he went to the kitchen to get a drink. I pulled up my pants and shouted that I would see him in bed.

I walked up each step one at a time and paced slowly to his bedroom. Dropping my bag on the floor as I started to get undressed, I quickly examined all the bruises he hadn't seen and threw on my pyjamas. I climbed into bed thinking about how much I wanted to just go back to normal, to have none of this to ever have happened. I heard his footsteps as he climbed the stairs, opening the door gently - thoughtfully. After taking off what was left of his clothes, he climbed in beside me and kissed my cheek.

"I love you, babe"

"Love you too." I really did, I did love him.

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A few weeks passed and I tried to get back into my normal routine. Going to work, seeing friends, spending time with my family - that sort of thing.

Charlie hadn't contacted me, which I found strange. It was as if he'd forgotten about me and deep down I was bothered by that. I always expected the old him to resurface, the pining boy who would do anything for me. But he didn't.

Liam and I were as we always were, complacent - ordinary. In retrospect, I had become slightly more forceful in my decisions. It felt as though, what had happened made me realise that I could make up my own mind and tell somebody when I wanted - or didn't want - something. I knew I wasn't "stuck" with Liam any more, not that I ever felt stuck, it was simply nice to know that he wasn't the only person who wanted me.

I hadn't told Liam about my submissive side, no more than he already knew at least, but I wasn't ready for that. I had more to lose if I told him, it would bother him if he couldn't give me what I wanted.

When I finished work early I decided to buy some new clothes, with all the extra hours I had put in, I hardly ever had the chance and as I walked toward the store - paying little attention to the people around me - I fumbled through my bag to try and find my purse to double check that I had it with me.

I was jolted out of my daydream when I walked right into a person.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry!" I should have watched where I was going. The small blonde girl I had knock into smiled at me.

"It's okay!" In passing, it was all she could say before we were out of each others earshot.

I wandered into the store which, contrary to the street, was fairly empty. A few people here and there flicked through the rails of clothes, some sat trying on shoes, sitting beside men looking bored and out of place, waiting for their partners.

Finding what I wanted didn't take much time, as I walked along with my right arm draped with clothes on hangers, I decided I should probably try them on.

With no attendant at the changing room, I walked straight in. Nobody else was using them so I had the pick of the booths and I chose the largest one. Pulling the curtain across, I hung the clothes on the rail and dropped my bag.

I started to undress, top first, throwing it to the floor - no time for folding - and the same went for my jeans. I bent down to pick up my discarded clothes, about to put them on the chair when the curtain flew open and I gasped, dropping them in the process.

Mortified that a stranger would see me like this, I turned around ready to grab the curtain and close it again. It was probably a child, nobody else would open the only occupied booth, surely.

Suddenly my eyes met the person who had invaded my privacy.

It was neither a child nor a stranger.

It was Charlie.

"Miss me?"

"How the hell did you know I was...!?" His hand was over my mouth, cutting off my question.

"Shh, we don't want anyone to come in, do we?" He spoke in that quiet, low tone. The one that swallowed the air around us and pulled me into his world.

As if someone had flipped a switch on the atmosphere, I felt it working, it was a dark world, heavy and consuming and I was being dragged into it kicking and screaming. His dark brown eyes pierced mine and I stood motionless, unable to move any part of my body. I wanted to scream at him to get out, but I couldn't, even if he took his hand from my mouth, I wouldn't have been able to.

He closed the curtain and smirked. It was confident, but not arrogant. He was never arrogant.

My breathing became heavier as the silence drew on, it was as though we were standing there for hours, but only seconds passed, maybe a minute. I felt as though I was spiralling through a tunnel. His presence consumed me and I could feel the danger growing as I stared into his eyes.

He reached into his back pocket with his free hand, pulling a length of rope from his jeans. He made sure not to sever eye contact, keeping me in his darkness.

"If I let go will you be quiet?" His questions were never questions, they were orders.

I nodded.

He pulled my hands together, behind my back and wrapped the rope around them tightly. Shivers rippled through my entire body, the feeling of being bound by him was intoxicating. I opened my mouth, as if to speak but nothing came out, I was transfixed by his stare and the intensity of his presence.

A dark laugh fell from his lips and I felt my legs weaken at the thought of what might happen. I could almost hear my heartbeat, it pounded in my head just as my pussy throbbed between my legs. He leaned into me, his lips practically touching my ear.

"I never needed to contact you to keep you, love. You will always be mine, and this..." his hand pulled at my pussy, forcing a gasp from my mouth. "...is mine."

He chuckled again, this time at my reaction to his touch, it satisfied him to see how he affected me.

He pulled my underwear down to the floor and shoved me back against the mirror, his forearm pressing delightfully against my neck. "I have so much to teach you, darling. You'll beg for the things you won't yet admit you crave. When you are alone, caress every bruise and mark I give you, longing for my hand. You will quickly learn not to question my commands and simply do as you are told. The rewards far outweigh the punishment."

He pulled away from my ear and leaned in to kiss me, slowly, patiently. His tongue forced it's way into my mouth, wrestling my own, I desperately needed more of him.

His fingers began a wonderful assault inside my pussy - slowly at first. He began to thrust them, harder with each blow, touching that oh-so-wonderful spot, perfectly. I was lost now, the room around me had disappeared and I was with him completely. He had something that I couldn't describe and it pulled me to him.

I tried with everything I had to stay quiet but I knew I would come if he carried on. Our lips continued their hungry fight and I moaned quietly into him. My already weak legs started to give way and my breathing sped up.

He pulled his mouth from mine, at the same time taking his fingers from my pussy.

"You don't get to come. Not yet, you will earn it."

"Please! Tell me how I earn it." I begged with everything I had.

He took me by the hair and turned me around pushing the side of my face into the mirror. I heard his zipper lower before his jeans fell to the floor.

His cock pressed against my pussy, I couldn't forget how good it felt. Slowly, he pushed himself inside and I ached for him. Every inch felt wonderful as it buried deeper. I was his as he began to thrust, long and hard into me, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body with each blow.

He pulled my chin to face him and kissed me hard, assaulting my tongue with his, still fucking. Desire began to betray his mask, but he never faltered. I felt the wave of heat rise through me and when my body started to convulse and tense. He stopped kissing me, taking his cock from my pussy, leaving me breathing against the mirror.

He pulled up his jeans, fastening the zip and button. I could hear him taking something from a bag and he spat onto whatever it was. When the object pressed against my ass-hole it was cold, he pushed on it until it began to slide in, saying nothing as he did it. I soon realised it was a butt plug, small, but big enough for me to wince as he eased it in. With the pop of the last inch finding it's way into my ass, he freed my hands of their restraints and put the rope back in his pocket.

"Get dressed." He stood and watched as I considered what he had said. "Do I have to repeat myself?" Pushing on the plug making me moan a little.

"No.." I bent down to pull up my underwear.

"You will keep that inside you until I decide you can remove it. Think of it as an invisible leash. I can't wrap a collar around that beautiful little neck of yours while we are in a crowded street, so this is how you will know you are mine. A constant reminder of the fact."

I didn't question him and pulled up my jeans. After putting on my top I gathered my things giving him one last glance as he gestured for me to leave first.

I walked cautiously out of the changing room, checking for any sign of people that may have heard what just happened.

"Come with me." he said in a low tone as he strode past me. I did as I was asked, trying my best to keep up while focusing on walking normally, it felt like I was, but I had never been so conscious of walking before. As we left the store, he turned to meet a girl. The girl I had bumped into.

*That's how he knew where I was.*

He must have been with her when I knocked into her, more than anything I was surprised I didn't see him.

"Helen, I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine." He introduced us and we both exchanged pleasantries. Helen was a sweet girl, she seemed kind and they got on well. I apologised for my clumsiness earlier and we laughed about it. We stood and talked for a while, until she pulled out her phone to seemingly read a text.

"I have to go, I told Jamie I would meet her for a coffee, call me later okay?" Helen looked toward Charlie, hopeful.

"If I get chance." she wasn't affected by his abruptness.

"It was nice meeting you!" she turned to me.

"You too." and it was.

Charlie stroked her cheek with a smile before she left. With the hand he had just used to fuck me. I saw a flash of darkness in his eyes, but it wasn't for her, she had no idea.

It suddenly occurred to me. She didn't know who he was, not that side of him. The look was for my benefit and I was supposed to see it.

The lessons started today, I was to become his.