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Patricia smirked against his skin as she continued kissing his neck, feeling him grow harder and harder as she stroked him. He may not be too cooperative and he may not be liking this, but his body sure was. She then gracefully kneeled down in front of him, and she took the time in pulling his boxers down, revealing his hard-on. She gripped his cock and began stroking lazily once again, occasionally brushing her thumb on the tip. "Look at you, so hard for me.. Just begging to be sucked." Patricia swirled her tongue along the tip, before licking his shaft from base to tip ever so slowly, obviously teasing him.  "You're being so good.. Do you want me to suck your cock, hm?" 

Reed bit the inside of his cheek again, realising what he just agreed to. Pleasuring women was one thing he knew how to do well and now his master was expecting him to do it. But if it got him off the hook, it might be worth it. Another pleasured sound rumbled in his chest. “Don’t call me slave” he managed to say again between heavy breaths. Patricia didn’t need to remind him that he was her slave, particularly not when pleasure spiked through his body. His cock grew harder and harder with every stroke. “It… It feels good. Please.” he breathed, slightly tilting his head to the side to give her better access. Deep down Reed knew it was wrong, he knew he should’ve tried to stop her, but her hand on him felt too good.

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Patricia felt a little bit of relief wash over her as Reed finally decided to cooperate with her. "Very good." She praised him, hoping that it will encourage him. The gasp and groan that came out from him turned her on a lot more, her hand slipping inside his boxers and making contact with his bare skin. She started stroking his length again, this time putting a little more pressure. "You like this, slave? Tell me you want it." She urged him, peppering open-mouthed kisses down and along his neck again.

Reed was actually surprised that Patricia couldn’t pleasure herself due to her species. But then again, it made sense since sirens were known for seducing sailors. “Yes, yes I can do that Mistress. I’ll try my best” he said and nodded slightly. His arms shifted again, the restraints keeping him from reaching out for her. A gasp followed by a groan escaped him as her fingers rubbed him. He couldn’t help it this time, the blood in his body rushing south. “Oh my god, please” he whispered, defence crumbling under her eyes and her touch.

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Reed was silently asking himself why. Why him? But he didn’t ask out loud. It wouldn’t change anything. “Yes Mistress” he whispered, squeezing his eyes closed. His heart dropped at his own weakness, at how uncomfortable it felt to obey her, but maybe it was the only way to get out alive. Her hands on him made him hyper aware of her presence around him. “What do you want to do to me?” he said softly. He did feel very out of control of his body as a shudder went through him at the feeling of her nails.

Patricia let out a small smile when he finally called her mistress again, which was probably a smart decision from him. “You see, sirens like us, we really can’t pleasure ourselves. That’s why you’re here. I want you to pleasure me.. Can you do that, slave?” Patricia grazed her nails down his back, her one hand continuing to dip down until her fingers touched his clothed length. She started lightly palming him up and down through his shorts, while she made eye contact with him. “But for now I’m going to give you some sort of motivation.”

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"You're the one they've chosen for me. I don't want anybody else. I want you." Truth be told, she could just easily use her powers to make him do whatever she wanted him to do, but where's the fun in that? She just wanted to keep everything natural, only using her powers when the situation completely got out of hand. "You are mine now. Keep that in your fucking mind." Patricia ran her hands down his shoulders, to his chest, stopping just below his hips. Slipping her hands under his shirt, she gently caressed his skin there. "This body isn't yours anymore. It's fucking mine." She then ran her hands which were still under his shirt up his back, digging her nails there as she watched closely for his body's reactions to her actions.

"Then why did you have to capture me? I’m sure there are lot of guys who want to fuck you" he asked. He winced at the pulling of his hair and his hands twisted in attempt to get the cuffs loose. His body couldn’t help but shift helplessly against hers. His mind was constantly reminding him that this was all wrong, that he should continue to struggle, but her kisses and the blood rushing through his veins said differently. "Please don’t" he gasped and let his eyes close, feeling her sucking his skin, "I’m not yours."

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Now that she's got his hands out of the way, she placed her hands on both sides of his faces to prevent him from jerking away. "I want you, Reed. I want your everything." She then snaked her hand to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of hair using that to pull his head harshly to the side so she could have more access to his neck. "I want every single part of your being." She whispered against him, kissing from his jaw down to his neck, biting lightly at one spot before sucking on it, leaving a lovebite. "I'm going to mark you as my property." 

Once again Reed didn’t really like her answer. Why did she want to use him? And what did she have planned? “What do you want from me?” he said, voice still resistant. And suddenly he felt her capture his hands and lock them up. He quickly looked down between them, seeing a pair of handcuffs around his wrists. Looking back up at Patricia as she spoke, his expression was more of question and hesitance than anger. He was bound again. She had control of him. The fight was almost over. Whe she kissed him, he didn’t kiss back and tried to jerk away from her again.

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"I really don't want to break you, my dear." Patricia said, trying to make herself sound seductive despite the anger inside her. "I want to prolong your stay here with me, so I have no plans in breaking you. I just plan on using you." As she distracted him with her words, she reached for the handcuffs that was sitting just above the table near them. She wasted no time in gathering both of his hands in front of him and binding them with the cuffs so he's more restrained. "I really didn't want to tie you up again, but you made me do it." She told him, before leaning to capture his lips in another kiss, even though Patricia knew that he was going to fight back again.

Reed frowned. He didn’t even want to think, much less admit, that she had an effect on his body. “You don’t know what I want” he retorted. He actually exclaimed an “ow” when she knocked him back against the door, pain shooting through his back. “This is already hell, so I’d like to see you try. You’re not going break me” he said lowly, his breathing getting heavier as he continued to struggle against her verbally. He had a feeling the tension was going to crash and burn soon, but despite Patricia’s promises of punishment, he couldn’t stop and turn weak now.

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"You may act like you don't want this now. But I know deep down, your hormones are running wild, your body wants me." Patricia raised an eyebrow at him as her grip on his jaw tightened. She was getting more and more angry by the second, but she knew that she can let Reed get the satisfaction from succesfully pushing her buttons. "Don't fucking call me Patricia then." The girl pulled him away from the door only to slam him back up against it hard. "If you're going to make this hard for me, I'm going to give you hell." She leaned in close to him again, their lips only centimeters away. "You are mine, and only mine. Struggling is pointless." 

"I don’t give a shit if you’re my master, I don’t respect people who try to molest me" Reed replied venomously. He received another slap and against made a little pained sound. Well aware that he was pushing all her bottons, he wasn’t going to back down. He didn’t take his eyes from hers as she hissed at him. Physically he couldn’t do much considering he was trapped against the door so his words had to do the talking. "Don’t fucking call me pet. I think you know this isn’t going to be easy."

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Patricia's eyes turned dark, not from lust, but because of the anger she felt. She was fuming with anger, but on the outside, she's trying to be as calm as possible. Reed knew how to fight back, and sooner or later, Patricia had to teach him a lesson. "Seems like you don't know your place, slave. I am your master, and you have to treat me with respect." Patricia sent another slap across his cheek, before forcing him to look at her again. "Do you want to make this easy for the both of us, or do you want to be punished, pet?" She hissed, her voice stern.

Reed made an “hmf” sound and clenched his jaw as the only respose to the slap. His mistress shouldn’t feel like a little pain made broke him. He stared right back at her, expression blank, as he fought back the anger and urge to spit her in the face. That might be crossing the line and infuriate her even more. “Yes. But it made you stop” he growled. But if a simple slap was the only punishment he got for calling her by her first name, it wasn’t going to stop him from doing it again.

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Patricia could feel the change in Reed's reactions as he was trapped against her, from the stiffening of his body, to being responsive, and then suddenly squirming and just trying to break free. Somehow these things infuriated her, especially when he called her by her first name. Almost involuntarily, she slapped him across the face. It wasn't that hard though, just enough to teach him a lesson. She grabbed him by the jaw, forcing him to look at her. "Didn't I tell you to not call me that, slave?"

Reed’s entire body stiffened as she pressed up against him. He was shocked and mortified by her actions. A silent gasp left his lungs when she started kissing him. He kissed back, not because he wanted to but it was a reflex. He squirmed, jerked and pushed at her hands to try and get free. Even though this woman was his master, he wasn’t about to do this on her terms. “No Patricia, stop” he demanded, her name slipping from his lips.

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She knew just by the slight stutter when he spoke that he was already wrapped around her finger. Patricia moved her body forward, closing the tiny gap between their bodies as she pressed him against the door while keeping her hand on his neck. She gently nipped on his ear as she started gently grinding her hips onto him, before whispering, "I want you so bad." She then pressed her lips against his, kissing him roughly as both of her hands found his and pinning them both down on the wall on either sides of his body. 

Reed’s eyes widened as he felt her hand against his neck. Just now it really hit him that she had him completely trapped and could potentially hurt him. Of course he could hurt her too, but the fear had him stuck in his place. Another chill shot down his spine at her words in his ear and her intense gaze. “Y-Yes of course.” he answered, staring right back at her. All his smart remarks were currently gone and if it wasn’t for the woman’s hypnotizing eyes, he would’ve mentally slapped himself for acting weak.

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Reed instinctively backed up when his mistress came towards him. When his back hit the door, his hands reached out to grab her waist, prepared to push her away. She made him feel trapped and way too close. She surrounded him and held him captive against the door. Not replying to Patricia’s comment, he just started at her with narrow eyes. He tried to jerk away from her when she placed a kiss to his skin, but her hands made it impossible. The only thing he could do was follow and await her orders.

She felt Reed jerk his head away, good thing her hand stopped him from doing so, which made her smirk triumphantly. Patricia let his hands stay on her waist, while her hand moved down to his neck, applying little pressure only, careful not to choke him. Still leaning close to his ear, she whispered, “Have you been a sexually active teenager, Reed?” She pulled away and stared at him directly into his eyes as her free hand’s thumb traced light patterns upon his cheek.

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Patricia grew a tad bit impatient as Reed took his time showering, so she distracted herself by fixing her hair a bit while in front of the mirror, humming softly to herself as she did so. When she's getting impatient, she really couldn't stay still in one place, she had to move. It was like she couldn't keep her hands to herself, it was itching to do something, to touch someone.. And luckily Reed was here to help her with that. Patricia turned around as soon as she heard the door open, and she smirked as her eyes landed on Reed. She walked towards him slowly, forcing him to back up until his back reached the door. Patricia placed both of her hands on the wall on either sides of his head, trapping him. "You smell nice." Patricia commented as she leaned in close to his ear, placing a tiny kiss just above his jaw.

Reed got a little startled when she pulled him up. She was probably feistier than he originally made her out to be. He narrowed his eyes at her when she commanded him. “Okay okay” he hissed and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Just anything to get a break from the whole master-slave situation. Once he secure inside the bathroom, he started pulling his dirty clothes off, suddenly thankful he had chosen to wear underwear the day he was abducted. He hestitated with his boxers, so he went around the bathroom to get a towl and some clean clothes before getting naked and hopping in the shower. The warm water felt so good and relaxing and almost made him forget where he were. But the time limit Patricia had set was constantly in the back of his mind. So he washed up as quick as he could, dried himself off and got dressed in the new clothes. He left his hair pushed back before he took a deep breath and slowly slipped out the door.

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"Alright." She stopped pacing, grabbing him by his arm, pulling him up to stand on his feet. He has been in the dungeon for a few days and he's become dirty, and there was no way Patricia was going to use him in that state. "I'm giving you ten minutes to shower. There are clothes inside the bathroom for you. I want every part of your body clean. Got it?" She pushed him lightly by the shoulder, urging him to go ahead and get a shower. 

Reed snorted, laughed and shook his head. Generousity didn’t seem to exist in this place, but if she insisted he wasn’t going to turn it down. “A shower would be nice for starters. I’m feel really disgusting” he said and blew a strand of hair away from his face. And really, who wanted a dirty slave? He looked up expectingly at her again, since he apperently needed her permission to do anything.

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"Nineteen? Not bad." Patricia commented as she continued slowly pacing back and forth in front of him. She was thankful she was given the right slave that fits just what she wanted. He was young, he was good looking, he was human and also tender, and she can feel that he was not going to be that easy to handle, but for Patricia, that was perfect. "Oh, do you want anything? Food, maybe? A shower? Speak now while I am still feeling generous."

"Yeah you’re right. Can’t complain about this" he mumbled. The room was so much better than the dungeon. He continued watching her while biting his lip slightly, waiting for her next move. She had locked so door, so now there was obvious way of escaping. "I’m 19" he said and went to sit on the bed as she had told him to. He wasn’t sure what she had in mind for him, but he surely would like to avoid it and her touch for as long as possible.

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"You're going to be staying here most of the time, and I'm sure it's not so hard to get used to a nice room such as this, right?" As soon as they both were finally inside the room, she immediately locked the door and leaned against it. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she eyed Reed intently before pointing at her bed. "Sit," she commanded, walking towards him. "So tell me, Reed, how old are you?"

"Yeah yeah Mistress, I’d like to see you try" Reed said and actually laughed a little. The cocky remarks made him feel like he at least had a little bit of control over the situation. Seriously, what could a woman do to him? He mouthed a quiet "thank you" as he entered the room and immediately went to look around. It was quite luxurious. Then he looked back at his master expectantly and waiting for her to say something. At least he was trying to behave.

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Patricia just smirked, cocking her eyebrow when she heard him call her by her first name. It somehow sounded like he was testing her, and she knew very well how she was going to handle his disobedience. "You'll have to pay for it later then." She threatened him, and although she wanted to punch him in the face for disrespecting her as his master, she still kept her composure. Finally, they reached her room and she opened the door for Reed. "Get in."

Reed couldn't help but growl lowly. He really didn't like the answers she gave him. Bit he felt a certain relief when she freed him from the chains. "So what happens when I do, Patricia?" he asked, a tiny smirk making it's way back to his lips. He didn't know how to feel about her touching him even if it was just his sore wrists. Nodding again, he kept quiet and just followed out of the confines space.

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"As long as you're good, then I wouldn't call you slave. That's our deal." She could feel his anxiousness to get out of his restraints, so she reached deep in her pockets to get the keys out. "Of course I have to know things about you since you're going to be with me for quite a long time." Patricia finally gave him his limited freedom, unlocking the chains that held him. "Patricia Davis." She said, before taking both of his wrists into her hands. "But you are not allowed to call me that." Patricia let go of him and gestured at him to follow her, before making her way out of the cage and to the hallway.

Reed shifted uncomfortable under her gaze. “Just don’t call me slave, okay? A room sounds nice, anything is better than this hole. But why do you need to know anything about me? You’re just just going to use me. And what’s your name, you never told me?” he frowned, attempting to not sound worried. He wanted to jerk away from her touch, but he couldn’t due to being chained. He didn’t want to be close to this woman.