Chapter 18: Part 1

Richard dropped the sails and pulled Delanie up on deck. She made a face and squinted. The sun blinded her after being held below. He liked how disturbed she looked. It gave him satisfaction to see her not look put together.



It might be easier to break her than he thought it would be. Her body shook and tears filled her eyes as he tied her arms above her head. He wanted to remove her clothes but thought that leaving them on might mess with her mind more. If he could make her think she had a chance of escape then he could break her once she saw there was nothing she could do.



He didn't know how long he stared at her, lost in the beauty of her pain, but at some point she stopped crying. All day could be spent this way, but he couldn't afford to just laze around.



After looping a rope around her neck to make her fear ratchet up he raised the sails and took off again for the open ocean. The entrancement of watching her cry and then go brave held onto him. He had to stop and do something.



With the sails lowered he took a seat in front of her and ran his fingers down her arms and across her legs. She tried to kick out at him but he knocked her leg away and slapped her face.



"Oh, Delanie, I have plans for you. So don't try to kick me again. If you do you'll regret it."



She mumbled something behind the tie he had covering her mouth but he couldn't understand the words. Boy, was she a fighter though. She fought the bindings and anger glowed in her eyes.



He loved every minute of it. The anger, the hate, and the fear. "Sweet Delanie, I'm going to break you."



She shook her head and let out a muffled yell.



"You can try to deny it, but I'm going to teach you how to be submissive to me. The quicker you fold, the easier it will be for you."



He watched her eyes go wide then she closed off her expression. He'd seen it before. They all denied that they would fight then lose.



"Yes, you will fold and I'll be there to have you do exactly what I want you do. You'll beg for me to take you. They all do."



This time her head shaking and screaming went on too long. He slapped her to get her attention. He held her head back, forcing her to look at him.



"When I say it it's time for you to suck my dick you'll do it willingly. Hell, who knows, if you start to obey me I'll allow you some freedom. Think of it, I'll let you live and you can be my sex slave."



She recoiled, a reaction he wasn't expecting. He reached around and grabbed the wooden dowel he kept for disciplining his charges. He grabbed her right foot and flipped her over. She knelt on the ground and for some reason found a new interest in fighting him. He turned around and pushed his but against her back, holding her in place.



The way she struggled had him worried, but he knew she couldn't do any harm to him, not really. He held up his arm with the stick and brought it down hard on her bare foot. She shrieked and bucked against him.



If only he could see her face too. He should untie her and cinch her to the deck. That way he could see her face as he beat the bottom of her foot. He hit her again, relishing the way her butt pushed against his ass as she fought his control.



He laughed out loud, and moved off of her. She flipped over and tried to stand. His automatic reflex was to strike out and he did, bringing the wooden dowel down against her thigh. She dropped to the ground, tears streaming down her face.



Her makeup was messed up, not at all the way she would want to be photographed. "Oh, I have a wonderful idea. I'm going to take pictures and then email them once I hit shore."



The hate in her eyes pleased him. If only he could get her to hold onto some of her fire while she submitted. It really would keep his interest for longer.



"Let me see. What should we do first Delanie? Maybe a shot of you being beaten? That would be wonderful."



She pleaded with her eyes, but he knew she didn't mean it. If he undid her arms she would fight. No, he wouldn't trust her to willingly submit yet, maybe not ever. "I plan on keeping you around for a long time Delanie. A very long time."

Copyright Sara Thacker 2011