Erin on the Gambling Table Ch. 02

Perhaps the next morning, she thought, things would become clearer. At that moment, she was too exhausted and too confused. She rubbed against him, feeling the comforting warmth of his skin, and fell asleep in his arms.

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"Close your eyes."

"Why? What are you going to do to me?" she asked nervously.

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Just close your eyes. I have a surprise for you."

She did what he asked and stood quietly waiting, unsure of what to expect. She heard the door close, then the sound of a joyful and excited barking, followed by the feeling of a ball of fur happily throwing itself at her, almost knocking her down. The moment she opened her eyes, she felt her heart leap with joy.

"Achilles? Achilles, baby, you're here!" she shouted excitedly.

Erin fell to her knees. The dog looked the happiest he had ever been, licking her face and wagging his tail enthusiastically.

Erin laughed heartily. She raised her eyes to Cassius and found him standing in front of her, smiling.

"But... But I thought..." she stuttered, still not able to hide her surprise.

"You didn't actually believe I was going to keep you away from him for the rest of your life, did you? I was just waiting for you to deserve a reward."

Erin could barely believe her beloved dog was now in front of her. She loved that puppy so much, and getting used to the idea that she was never going to see him again was one of the most gut-wrenching things she'd had to deal with during her time in the manor.

"That night... I heard..."

"I know," he interrupted her, "I'm sorry about that; it was not under my control. They didn't hurt him badly, but they told me he struggled with them. I sent him to a vet just to be sure. Don't worry, he's in perfect condition, " he told her as he reached down to pet Achilles. The puppy seemed as happy to receive attention from him as he did from her.

Relieved, she lowered her gaze again and hugged Achilles tightly. "Baby, I missed you so much. I thought something horrible had happened to you," she muttered, then she turned back to Cassius, looking at him with adoring eyes. "Thank you so much for this. You have no idea what it means to me," she started crying again, not of sadness but of happiness.

"You're such a cry baby," he joked.

Cassius sat in his chair. Erin lowered her gaze once more, a little embarrassed; she looked like she wanted to say something but was struggling to get it out. Then, she held his gaze again, smiling sweetly.

"Master..."

She paused for a moment, surprised. For the very first time, it had not been difficult for her to call him like that.

"Master, I... I know what I have to do now, but... could we maybe wait until night? I've missed him so much. I would like to play with him now, before I do your tasks."

"No, no, no," he told her shaking his head slowly, "don't forget your manners. First you thank your master, then you can play with him the entire day if you want to; there are no tasks for you today."

Erin was somewhat disappointed, but she loved when he talked to her like that, authoritative and commanding, without being aggressive.

"And what would you want me to do?"

"Suck me."

Erin started crawling towards him. She wasn't looking at him but she could imagine his smile watching her like that. She undressed herself slowly and seductively and began pulling his cock out of his pants.

Rather than simply sucking him however she put it between her breasts and started massaging it, while kissing the tip. Cassius looked at her pleased; it was not what he thought the girl would do, but he was enjoying her effort greatly.

After a few moments kissing the tip, she began licking instead, up and down, then making circles around it. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the moment.

She put her lips around it and began sucking up and down, first slowly, then faster and faster, while still massaging it with her breasts. Then, to his surprise the massaging stopped. He opened his eyes and looked at her; he was just about to tell her to keep going, when he saw her going deeper and deeper until the entire cock had disappeared inside her mouth. For the first few seconds, it was clear she was having trouble staying under control; he saw her gag slightly and a few tears started flowing from her eyes. Then, she started moving her mouth again up and down. Cassius felt himself digging his fingers in his chair. He had never had a blowjob as deep as that.

She felt his cock pulsating and put back the head on her tongue and placed her lips around it, massaging it once again with her breasts. The cum felt sweet on her tongue. She swallowed it all, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, and remained there, kneeling in front of him, giving him a submissive look.

The man looked happier than she had ever seen him. For the very first time he felt not only satisfied but deeply impressed, and his expression showed.

"I had no idea you could do that..."

"I've been practicing my gag reflex," she replied. Her expression was adorably coy compared to what she had just done.

Cassius looked her in the eye, deeply satisfied with himself.

"Oh... and why is that?"

She looked away and blushed. She hadn't blushed so hard since the first day.

"I... I thought you might like it."

Erin never was someone who liked having a lot of attention on her. All the sudden, kneeling in front of him, with his hard cock pointing towards her and his piercing look fixated on her, she was starting to feel shy. And yet, Cassius looked so happy and surprised she couldn't help but hope he would never take his eyes off of her.

"You do realize it's not going to earn you any extra privileges?" he joked.

"It's not going to get me in trouble though, right?" she asked him innocently.

He chuckled. "No, kitten, it won't."

A moment passed in silence. He looked expectant, wondering if she was going to be able to go through the next part. She shifted and lowered her eyes. She wanted him inside her, but the words still wouldn't come out easily. Noticing her distress, Cassius leaned in, pulled her closer, and began caressing her body, running his hands up and down across her back and over the curve of her ass. It was such a small thing, but it helped so much. He always managed to hit all her sensitive spots.

"Please, Master... Please, fuck me. I'm begging you. I need you," she told him, almost involuntarily.

Cassius leaned back again and gave her an approving smile.

"Do you think you should be allowed to cum? Do you deserve it?"

Erin held her breath to stop herself from blabbering. She squirmed at the idea of going through the denial torture once again, but she knew if that was his game she was going to have to play; she just hoped she could find the right words.

"I hope... you think I deserve to cum, Sir," she replied a little nervous, "I always try my best for you."

Cassius didn't speak right away, but he began nodding approvingly. "That is a very good answer... I think I'll let you cum. Remember to ask permission, and to thank me afterwards."

"Yay! Thank you, master," she replied, clapping her hands softly in a girlish manner. Almost immediately though her expression changed.

"You're not tricking me again, are you?" she asked genuinely concerned.

He chuckled again. "No, kitten, I'm not."

He commanded her to climb on the bed and get on her knees, then retrieved a riding crop from the closet. She looked at it nervously; her whole body, especially her ass, was full of light marks and bruises, and she didn't really feel up for more punishment.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you with this," he reassured her.

Erin involuntarily moved forward and whimpered with every blow. She couldn't tell if she was feeling pain or pleasure; the crop was stinging her, but it was an enjoyable kind of sting. A soft "Thank you, Sir" came out of her lips every time. She could feel her own wetness trickling down her thighs.

Without much warning, he climbed on the bed, grabbed her throat from behind and entered her pussy very roughly, with one quick push, making her gasp at the sudden and violent gesture. He gave her a moment to settle down, then began fucking her, slowly at first, then faster and faster, feeling her shivering with every thrust.

Erin's ass and thighs were burning, and she couldn't tell if the feeling was pleasurable or not. He felt her muscles tightening around him as she was getting ready to cum.

"Please, Sir, may I cum?" she cried.

"Cum for me." He commanded.

Erin's whole body started shaking violently as she felt shockwave after shockwave of pleasure running though her. Almost immediately she felt his cum flooding her. She flopped on the bed and began giggling happily. Her mind was gone into the depths of her orgasm.

"Thank you, Sir. I really enjoyed that," she told him with a large grin on her face.

Cassius still looked deeply impressed with her. He put his right hand over her left cheek, gently but firmly holding her. He noticed she started rubbing against him lovingly. He leaned in and kissed her on the tip of her nose. He had a habit of doing it lately, and she loved it.

"When you promised that you were going to be proactive in serving me, you were not joking, were you?" he lifted her up and embraced her tightly, remaining there in silence for a couple of minutes.

"Well... enjoy the rest of the day," he said while giving her a tender kiss, "I'll be on my laptop if you need me."

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The next day started quietly. A warm morning, a delicious breakfast, pleasant conversation and a delicious bath before beginning with her morning routine, as it had become usual. It was not until he unexpectedly visited her at noon that she started realizing it was going to be special.

"I have something for you," he said. There was an excitement in his voice that he was struggling not to show.

"It's not another puppy, right? Although Achilles could use a friend..." she joked.

Cassius laughed and shook his head. He told her to sit on the edge of the bed and she obeyed quietly.

Erin's eyes were on stalks when he handed her a delicate black necklace box.

"Are we... celebrating something?"

"Not yet... but we're almost there," he replied. His tone was strangely warm and emotional, "The truth is, we're almost finished here. You've made amazing progress, and there's little I have yet to teach you. We're going away soon, as soon as we're ready."

She opened the box to reveal its content: A collar; a simple yet beautifully made rose gold choker, thin and delicate, engraved with gorgeous patterns. A medallion, which was also engraved with a symbol, hung from it. The symbol looked similar to his crest, but instead of a serpent, a doe, chained by the neck.

"I thought about this the other day when you asked about my crest. I was struggling to decide what I wanted to put on the medallion, but when you mentioned a doe it just felt perfect. I hope you like it as much as I do."

Erin opened her mouth to reply but the words wouldn't come out. She looked like she was choking.

"Do I have to wear this?" she managed to mumble.

"Is there something wrong? Don't you like it?" he asked calmly; not the slightest hint of anger or disapproval showed in his voice.

Despite his calm demeanor, the girl couldn't bring herself to answer. She was trying to find the right words but felt nothing she said could get her avoid a harsh punishment. She couldn't believe she had actually asked such a thing.

To her utter shock, the man gave her a warm and comforting smile.

"It's all right," he told her soothingly while caressing her left cheek, "I know it's still a bit early, I just couldn't resist. It didn't feel right having it hidden away; I wanted you to see. You can wear it when you feel ready."

Erin wondered if he was toying with her. She still couldn't answer, because she couldn't shake her astonishment. She looked at him skeptically, thinking he was mocking her, but his expression didn't change.

"T-That's it...? No punishment? No mocking? No 'wear it or I'm going to force it on you, you useless bitch'?"

"Not this time."

Cassius pulled her towards him and gave her a passionate kiss. After he broke the kiss, he lingered a few moments standing close; he looked like he wanted to say something but didn't. Then he rose from his chair and left the room, saying he had work to do.

Erin remained sitting on the bed, in silence, holding the collar in her hands, trying to collect her thoughts. She struggled to understand what it was about the collar that was so frightening. It seemed so trivial compared to everything else he had made her do; nothing more than a playful outfit. And yet, she felt like she was holding a poisonous snake.

The last few days had been easy. Cassius was making it easy on her, and she was getting extremely comfortable with him as a result.

She resented herself for it. It was upsetting to think that after all he had done to her, she found comfort when he held her close after sex or said a few nice words to her, but it made a world of a difference. She enjoyed the humiliation and the pain, even if she didn't like to think about how or why, but she hated what happened afterwards—being left alone to wallow in her thoughts, the feeling that he was taking advantage of her, and the feeling she was doing something wrong and shameful—and in those moments, something as simple as a hug and his voice reassuring her, telling her that she was beautiful, lovely and he was proud of her, made it all better.

She had grown so comfortable she had stopped thinking at all about her situation. She took another look at the collar and suddenly, she understood. That was supposed to be his mark.

She quickly closed the box and put it away carefully, then stepped into the bathroom for a long bath. She needed the peace of the hot water running through her body to calm down her mind.

She couldn't help but stare at her reflection in the mirror. Cassius had been telling her that she had changed. Was he right? Was she really a different person now? She thought about the girl that had stood at that very spot in front of the mirror the night she had arrived. The girl in the mirror looked different, dressed differently, spoke differently, lived a different life, had done things for him she would have never done before...

She thought about how long she had been trapped in that manor. Three weeks had gone by. For the first time, she was beginning to believe she would truly be there forever. She had bet her freedom on the idea that she could deceive him and force him to make mistakes, but none of it seemed to work. In fact, she realized she hadn't attempted to escape once.

"Not because I don't want to!" She tried arguing with herself. Cassius had simply given her no chance of escape, if anything, the times when he granted her some freedom only helped to harden his grip on her. The last few days with Achilles she had been more content, but now even he was one more link in the chain that bound her. Her plans of getting to a city and escaping were now gone; she knew she couldn't leave her beloved dog alone in that mansion, worried about what he'd do to him.

Doubts began clouding her mind. Had she really done everything she could to escape? Or had she been passing on opportunities because she was too comfortable or too afraid? Even if he had truly given her no chances, what if she was wrong all along, assuming that at some point he'd take her to a city? What if she was waiting for something that was never going to happen?

She shook her head and walked away from the mirror, unable to look at her own reflection anymore. She wanted to cry but she knew she needed to stay calm and focused. There was no time to bash herself for what she had or hadn't done. If she couldn't come up with a plan quickly, that was going to be her life forever.

The thought of Cassius taking her away was gut-wrenching. In any other circumstances she would've been thrilled, she had always wanted to see the world, but she understood that going away with him meant she would never be able to return to her old life and she missed it dearly. Regardless of how wonderful it was to be rid of her problems and worries, her life in that mansion felt incomplete. Designing clothes was her passion; she had been willing to endure all obstacles life threw at her because she was able to do what she loved. At first, she welcomed a break from all those problems, but she never wished to quit. By then, however, Cassius had taken clothes away all together, and she spent the days naked; clothes were becoming more and more of an alien concept, something that other people wore, but not her. She missed the joy of going out with her friends and getting together with her family. She missed her home, even if it wasn't as beautiful and luxurious as the manor, because it was hers. The manor was everything she had always wanted, but it was someone else´s, it was not her home.

She wondered even if she managed to escape, would there be anything to return to. What if it took months, or years? What if by the time she could escape she had lost her company and her apartment? What if her friends moved on and forget about her?

She thought about her parents, both seniors already, and the pain they were going to feel when she just disappeared without even having the chance to say goodbye.

The thought of simply submitting to him invaded her mind. Maybe it would make everything else easier. If she was going to stay there forever then maybe that way she could let go and be completely happy instead of clinging to a past that would never return. It was not something her old self would have done, but she wondered how much of her old self still existed.

So much for the strong girl that was going to play the game and win. A strange sadness invaded her.

Yet, here you are, not even a month later and you already feel broken and defeated. You already are thinking about it, thinking about becoming a willing slave to the guy that abuses you. And why? Because he makes you cum and it feels so good, so... strangely good... because he pampers you... because he takes care of you... because he is... because he is...

Despite everything there was something blocking her mind that didn't let her submit. She simply couldn't give herself willingly to him after what he had done. It was impossible to understand what it was; she had given him everything else, but there seemed to be something more, a part of her that just wouldn't give in. She didn't feel like a slave, but she wasn't free either; she was just a girl he had decided to abuse.

That night she laid in bed with him. He looked so strong and masculine just lying there, holding her. There was a strange comfort combined with sadness in her. It felt intimate but she knew he was tricking her; she was not special or valuable to him, just a toy.

"Do you think that maybe we can reach an agreement about this?"

Cassius didn't answer, he didn't even seem to be paying any attention to her. He was laying peacefully, smiling, one arm under his head, the other around her. She sat on top of him, the first time she had ever been on top of this man, and looked him sweetly in his eyes.

"Don't you think you're getting carried away with this whole thing?" she muttered softly, trying to appeal to his reasonable side, "I am not angry, I really am not. I just want to go home. I could... maybe agree to stick around for a while if you promise to let me go."

Cassius smiled. He understood perfectly what was going through her head, but he tried not to let his satisfaction show; it was not the time to gloat.

"You really don't understand the concept of slavery, do you?" he asked, looking slightly amused.

"Oh, come on, is that what you really think you want? A sex slave? Do you think that in 50 years, when I'm an old lady, you'll still enjoy doing these things to me?"