Erin on the Gambling Table Ch. 02

Living with him was a profoundly strange experience. She had never lived with a man before in her life. Now, out of the blue, she was living with one so enigmatic. It was impossible for her not to feel curious about him.

She kept trying to wrap her head around why would a man such as him—young, wealthy, attractive, charismatic—would ever need to kidnap a woman. It would have been easy to be dismissive about it. He had told her very clearly on their first morning that he was a sadist. Perhaps that was it; he was just an evil man who enjoyed breaking women. But she felt sure there was more about him than that. There was a strange complexity about the way he behaved, how he was capable of treating her with cruelty one moment and tenderness and love the next. She wondered about his past, what he was like back when they were friends, and what might have happened in his life to make him what he was.

Although there were all sorts of interesting things around the house, since it wasn't his, nothing gave her any clues. Besides his clothes, his laptop and his phone, it was hard to tell if he owned anything. As the days went by, however, she was able to gather a few things. She knew that he carried a gun. He never told her or pulled it out in front of her—likely, she figured, to avoid making her nervous—but he had misplaced it one day. She knew next to nothing about guns and could only tell it was powerful, because of its size, and that it was custom made, because of its ornate golden engravings. He owned 3 books, likely his favorite ones. All of them looked like expensive rare editions: "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu, "The Prince" by Niccolò Machiavelli and "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand. There were no religious symbols around the house, nor did he carry any with him. She also kept seeing that strange snake symbol around. She'd figured out by then the symbol meant something to him, but she wasn't sure what.

Overall, Erin was much more relaxed than when she arrived. She wouldn't admit it to herself, but the man and her new life were starting to grow on her. She no longer had to feel lonely or frustrated. Although the training pushed her past her limits more than once, she felt increasingly stronger and more capable, like nothing could break her.

She had mixed feelings towards the manor very much like the ones she felt towards him. She hated being a prisoner, but she loved the house and would've agreed to live there in a heartbeat, if only someone had asked.

Her attitude towards Cassius had changed drastically as she started to get to know him more and more. During the first few days, she had been deeply terrified of him. Now, she had come to feel that even in his twisted way, he cared about her and truly didn't wished her any harm, and was confident she would be safe as long as she obeyed his rules. The fear of what he might do if she disobeyed was still very much intact, so she was not willing to try anything until she would be sure she'd succeed. The hate she felt towards him was also gone, replaced now by a deep sadness, disappointment and resentment for what he had done to her.

Her change of heart, however, had not changed her desire to escape, or her resolution to do it, even one bit. She was unable to forgive him for having so little respect towards her that he had felt the right to kidnap her and force her to have sex against her will.

At times, she found herself involuntarily imagining how different things would have been if Cassius had been a decent person. What it would have been like to live with him in that beautiful manor. At those times, she did whatever was necessary to avoid thinking about it. It made her sad, because in the end, he wasn't. He was the guy who had kidnapped her—nothing could ever change that—and that wasn't even his house.

She hadn't realized how his training was changing her. She knew that the only way to escape was to give him what he wanted—If she didn't, no one would suffer the consequences but her—and so she was doing her best to overcome all the tests he was giving her, rather than resisting them. In the process she had learned to enjoy them, if only because it made it so much easier.

From time to time, she found herself complying too much and it would make her nervous. Other times she acted colder and more defiant with the excuse that she needed to do so to not lose herself, but the truth was she secretly enjoyed the punishment.

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Cassius was deeply satisfied with the way things were going. Erin was extremely docile, and the training had been progressing without problems. He was not fooled by her act, he knew what she was trying to do, but it didn't matter in the slightest; it was, in fact, the very thing he expected her to do. In a way, it even amused him that the girl would think such a strategy would work. He knew her. He knew how to keep her in check, how to make her comply. He knew the emotional struggle she was going through. He knew that every single day of training dragged her deeper and deeper, and closer to being completely his. He was so close he could almost taste it. He figured it was time to raise the bet.

That morning he woke up earlier and went to the kitchen while Justine was still preparing breakfast. With a conspiratorial smile on his lips, he handed her a small glass vial full of a bright red liquid, telling her that she was meant to put it in Erin's tea. That vial had been a gift from the woman; she called it "scarlet nymph".

The woman had not revealed what the liquid contained, only that it was a powerful aphrodisiac. According to her, a dose of the stuff turned even the coldest slave into a horny little animal, unable to concentrate on anything other than sex, while the effects lasted.

In truth, he hadn't planned to use it. In a way, it made him feel inadequate. And the little he knew about "the slavers", as he called them, was enough to make him reluctant to try any of their methods. However, that afternoon he was going to need some help.

Erin was like a drug. The more he had her the more he needed her. He simply couldn't stop. Although at first it was no problem, she was his to use whenever he pleased, after all, for the next part of her training, he would have to stop. He wanted to give her levels of arousal, desperation and frustration equivalent to days of orgasm denial, in only an afternoon.

In order to be sure, he commanded Justine to put a few more drops than the amount the woman had recommended. Then, he retired to play his morning session. That morning was going to be one of the very rare times he didn't eat with her or fuck her, figuring he was going to have to let the drug take effect.

He arrived shortly after 13:00 and, surprisingly, found her peacefully napping in his chair, with the book he had given her, the one about submission, open on the tablet. It was not what he expected but it didn't bother him; the woman had told him the drug took a few hours, and some stimulation, to achieve its full power.

He started kissing her on the lips, pressing his tongue against hers to wake her up. At first, she got very into it, passionately kissing him back, but as she regained consciousness, she realized it was him, and held back.

"You're not supposed to sleep at this hour," he told her in a scolding tone.

"Sorry, breakfast got to me, I guess," she quickly apologized.

Erin started shifting somewhat uncomfortably. She'd woken up feeling extremely aroused. Back at home, it would have been as easy as grabbing the wand, but she wasn't at home. In that manor, she wasn't allowed to touch herself; only he could make her cum. She'd never had to ask or beg him for it, but simply waiting for him to decide to show up and fuck her was awful. She hated the teasing and the smug look on his face whenever he found her already wet when he arrived, and she hated longing for him to arrive to make her feel better. It was a very powerful reminder of his control over her.

"Did you finish with your reading?" he asked with a smile.

Erin nodded in response.

"Well, any thoughts?"

She looked at him puzzled at first, then frowned, thinking he was mocking her.

"Does it matter? You're going to do what you want anyway," she replied, turning her eyes away from him.

Her answer came out with a tinge of genuine sadness, even though she was trying not to let it show. It was a sadness brought by the realization that in that world where he had trapped her, she didn't matter, that nothing she thought or wanted mattered, and the pain she felt at the fact the man took pleasure in reminding her.

Cassius walked up to her, lifted her chin and looked intently into her eyes.

"I'm your Master. That means I own you. That means I do what I want with you. It also means I'm here to take care of you and keep you safe. When I push you to do something it's because I think you can handle it; because I want to see you grow and do better. So yes, If I ask for your opinion, it does matter."

She didn't dare break eye contact once while he was speaking. His gesture had been strangely tender. It was the first time she heard him say anything about caring for her.

"Well... There's a couple of things..." she mumbled after a few moments. Cassius smiled and sat in front of her, then gestured for her to continue, "There's a part of the book that talks about... body modification... and the first night you said... Are you... thinking about...?"

"It's OK," he reassured her, "I'm not going to cut you or anything bizarre. I was mostly just interested in two minor cosmetic things: breast surgery, for size and shape, and trimming your pussy lips, because I like it pretty and small, without extra skin. But we're not doing any of that; it would be redundant. There's one idea I've been toying with, though. I'm usually not into tattoos, but I want to... mark you. It would be something small, delicate, classy... maybe the word 'Slave' in a handwritten style, or maybe a small chain, or maybe..."

"That snake symbol that you put on anything yours?" she interrupted him.

"You're keen," he replied with a smile.

"What is it?"

"My Crest," he replied, slightly surprised she hadn't figured that part.

"And you call your friend old-fashioned? Why do you even use that? Nobody does anymore."

Cassius paused for a moment and thought about her question.

"It's a way to represent who you are, like a logo for a company. When people see a symbol like this, it has meaning, it evokes an idea. It's a way to represent your history, your values, your legacy... In my case, it also symbolizes a new beginning, because it's not my family's crest. I didn't like my family's crest, so I changed it into this one."

"If you came up with it, why choose a snake?"

"What would you have used?"

"I don't know... A deer, maybe?"

Cassius simply shrugged.

"Anyway," he continued, "The problem is there is a reason I don't like tattoos. I think it's hard to get them right. 99% of the time they look ugly and tacky. Also, I didn't know you had freckles on your whole body. I'm not sure I'd like how the two things might look together. What about your second question?"

It took a moment for her to remember what he was talking about. She had gotten strangely absorbed in the conversation. There was a deep passion in the way he talked about it that she found irresistible, even though she didn't share his interest. The idea that he wanted to mark her ought to have bothered her deeply, but in a way what he was describing was infinitely better than what she had imagined he'd do.

"Why do you have a rule that women can't wear pants? Is it because you like looking at legs?"

"Not really. I mean I do, but it's mostly because I think pants are masculine."

His answer surprised her deeply. It sounded like a thought no one had had in at least 50 years.

"It's just the way I see the world," he told her, noticing her confusion, "Men wear pants, women wear dresses."

She felt strangely disheartened by his answer, although she was struggling to understand why his opinions mattered to her in the first place.

"You're such a sexist."

"I think of myself as obsessive."

He stood up from the chair and told her to get ready. Erin hesitated for a moment, then began undressing. To her surprise, the man stopped her.

"Are you that horny today, pet?" he told her in a mocking tone. Erin couldn't help but blush, "Let's go for a walk, first."

For two seconds her mind lit up with the possibility to escape, then she remembered she was nearly naked. She was still not entirely comfortable walking around the house looking like that, but she had done it out of necessity. The idea of going out in those tiny and nearly transparent clothes was horrible.

As if he could read her mind, Cassius handed her a bag, like the ones he had been handing her ever since she had arrived. They looked like any bag from a fashion store except they had no logo. For a moment she breathed relieved, but when she opened the bag, she felt even more dismayed than before.

It contained what at first looked to be just a long string. She took it out to examine it more closely and realized it was supposed to be a bikini, likely the skimpiest bikini she had ever seen in her life.

"Please, can't you just give me normal clothes?" she pleaded, "I can't go out like this, I'd be too ashamed."

"Slaves don't wear clothes, dear." His voice sounded half reassuring, half mocking. "I only give you a few things because I enjoy dressing you up and ripping them off. Besides, it's a private place, there's not going to be anyone there but you and me."

Deeply ashamed, she put the bikini on. It didn't even cover her nipples fully and although it covered her clit, the rest of her sex was completely exposed. On top of it, the fabric was see-through. Somehow, he had managed to make her feel even more naked than she felt before. In some strange way it was more embarrassing than just being naked.

She then went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She had already gone through her beauty routine earlier so all she had to do was fix her hair a bit and put on perfume. When she returned to the bedroom Cassius handed her a large sun hat and a pair of barefoot sandals. He was wearing casual shorts, a loose shirt and black aviators.

"Are we... Going to the beach?"

Rather than answering Cassius took her by the hand and led her outside the manor.

"One piece of advice. Don't try anything stupid." He cautioned her before going out.

"Where are we going?" she repeated. But once again he didn't answer her.

He continued to hold her hand, as he led her through an area of the property she hadn't previously been allowed to visit before. The air began to feel hotter and she could hear the sound of the ocean close by, but looking around all one could see was the gardens.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked a third time.

"Don't worry we're almost there," he replied.

They arrived at a gorgeous beach unlike any she had ever seen. Sand in a shade of rosy pink, turquoise water, with not a single spot of pollution and not a soul around but them. A large luxury cabana adorned the middle of the beach.

Erin was utterly astonished. She already knew they were close to the water since it was possible to hear waves from the manor, but she didn't imagine it was that close or that it looked like that.

"Where are we?" she instinctively asked.

"Technically, still in the property; it's massive. But this part is a little different than what you've seen so far, so I thought you might like to come here," he replied.

She wondered if he had misunderstood or purposefully misinterpreted but decided not to inquire more.

Cassius took her by the hand and tried leading her to the cabana, but the girl didn't move.

"Wait... What is all of this?" she asked, utter astonishment in her voice, "It's like you want to make me feel like a princess. If I'm a slave, why are you trying so hard? Why not just chain me in a basement?"

Cassius produced a mocking chuckle. "Kitten, none of this for you. It's what I enjoy doing. You live in the manor because that's where I live. You eat what you eat because it's what Justine prepares for me. I brought you here because I like coming here, and since you're my toy, you're here so that I can enjoy myself more."

She couldn't help but feel hurt by his answer. It made sense in her mind, but that didn't lessen the pain; there was a little hope in her that he would say something different.

She tried to open her mouth but before she could say anything further, he grabbed her and kissed her hard, pressing his tongue against hers and grabbing the curves of her ass. Erin tried to push herself away from him, but he kept her pinned against his chest. He could feel her breasts heaving against him and the blood was quickly rushing to his cock.

When he broke their kiss, Erin did not try to get away. She stood in his arms for a moment.

Cassius felt her relax and slid his hands down over her pussy. She moaned against him when she felt his fingers rubbing her clit. He forced her back and pinned her against a large tree. With his free hand he moved away the bikini to allow him access, then dipped his mouth down to tenderly lick her.

"Oh god, stop!" she cried out weakly. She felt extremely sensitive, without understanding why. Even light teasing was starting to feel unbearable. Her skin felt paper thin and she was sharply aware of all the sensations around her: her nakedness, the shame of having to wear those humiliating clothes out in the open, the strange feeling, half thrill, half distress, that someone could walk in on them, the delicious smell of the beach, the soft ocean breeze, the warmth of the sun... all combining into an overwhelming wave of pleasure. She could feel herself dripping wet already.

Cassius didn't stop, instead his hands continued rubbing against her clit as he kissed her on the neck. He could feel her wetness and knew she was close. Erin began moaning, unable to hide her arousal.

"Please...." Erin begged. The fact they were alone didn't seem to matter in her mind; she was red with shame.

Cassius stopped and pulled away from her. Erin looked at him, utterly dumbfounded at the fact he had stopped; never in a million years did she think he would stop. He grabbed her by the hand and led her to the cabana; this time she put up no resistance.

The cabana was exactly what she needed; open, with a gorgeous view of the beach, yet private enough. It was spacious, fitted with two comfortable beds and a bar. Once they were there, he told her to lay down on one of the beds. Looking at the beds, Erin figured he hadn't really stopped, he just wanted a more comfortable place. Although embarrassed about it, she could feel her wetness and found herself looking forward to it, she even raised her ass and wiggled it a little for him.

"You really are very eager today, aren't you?" he said teasingly. Embarrassed and confused, Erin flopped and laid flatly. Cassius brought out a sunscreen lotion. He brushed aside the bikini and began rubbing the sunscreen all over her in the way of a sensual massage, moving his hands firmly and sensually all around her. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing.

The man couldn't help but smile at the little moans she was trying to hold back. He could feel her muscles relaxing and her skin quivering under his touch. Being able to remain in control was the most difficult part. He wanted to climb on the bed and fuck her furiously, but he needed to stay in control; he had a bigger price in mind. Slowly he rubbed her inner thighs, getting ever closer to her pussy, but then stopped and simply told her to turn around.

He repeated the process with the front side of her body, carefully applying the lotion all over her, paying especial attention to her breasts. When he started applying it on her pussy lips, she was sure he would take her, but once again he didn't. Erin couldn't understand why he kept holding back.