Author's note: This is chapter 2 of the erotic novella I'm writing. I'm not sure how in-depth I'll take it as this is purely for fun but there will guaranteed be plenty of spicy scenes and at least a couple more chapters coming, along with a developing romance between the two main characters! This chapter doesn't have a lot of spicy scenes but it shares a lot of important info to set up the story moving forward!

Here is the link to chapter 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1ct4zxr/edging_annie_chapter_1_m4f_bondage_edgedenial/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

I wake up slowly, stretching my aching limbs. I sit up and look around at the room I’m in, momentarily confused when everything comes back to me in a rush. Last night, bound with a dildo and vibe strapped to me, teased and brought to the brink of orgasm multiple times. The way he kissed me so tenderly, in a way that made me ache just thinking about it as he denied me what he promised, my orgasm. I shook my head, coming out of the memories, and looked around the room. Daylight streamed in the room from the window so I could properly take in my surroundings. I got up, absentmindedly rubbing my sore wrists, rubbed raw from all the struggling I did last night. I spotted some shorts and a crop top on the nightstand so I quickly pulled them on, unable to ignore the wet spot on my underwear. I inspected the room, looking for a weapon or way to escape but found nothing of use. The window was locked and only looked out to some trees, maybe a small forest. The clock on the wall said it was going on 5 pm and there were blinking red lights that could only be cameras at every angle of the room. 

I tugged halfheartedly at the door, knowing it was useless but trying any way to see if it was locked. It was. Giving up the search, knowing there was no way out and nothing I could do until he returned, I sit on the bed and take a deep breath remembering last night, being edged over and over again without release and I can’t help but feel slightly turned on by what happened. Bastard she mutters, remembering what he said to her before he left. Who does this creep think he is saying he owns her and she’s ‘his’ when she never even met him before? 

Just then I hear the lock click and sit up quickly as the man from last night walks in. He’s in another suit and this time she can study him properly, taking in his ear piercing, black hair, and the small black box in his hand. I stand up, not wanting to be sitting with him in the room and he walks towards me and hands me the box. I grab it from him, suspicious and back away slowly, not sure whether to open it or toss it on the bed behind me. 

“Good morning, darling. Have a good sleep?” The question makes me blush, once again reminding me of last night and I glare at him before looking at the box in my hands. 

“Don’t be shy, open it” he demands and while I want to resist just to annoy him, curiosity gets the better of me and I pull off the lid to see a necklace. It’s a simple black chained necklace with a heart lock as the charm holding both sides of the necklace together. 

My heartbeat quickens as he grabs the box and removes the necklace, fastening it around my neck. The metal feels cool around my throat, fastened like a collar and I feel goosebumps rise on my skin. He pulls a small heart-shaped key from his pocket and inserts it into the lock, clicking the necklace in place. I pull on the necklace trying to remove it and find that I can’t. 

“There, now I truly own you, pet” I growl in frustration at his comment and try and lunge at him but he pushes me back on the bed, straddling me. 

“Get off me, you dick” I huff, trying to buck him off and he just holds me down chuckling softly at my futile attempts to remove him. 

“Tsk, tsk, don’t be like that. You don’t want me to have to punish you, do you? He whispers, his face inches from mine. 

My eyes widen and I stop moving. I stare at him, taking in the smirk on his face and how close we are, and shake my head. The last thing I need is to piss him off. I need to get on his good side so I can get out of here. 

“Good,” he says, running his hands over my hips. 

I watch as he slides his hands up, over my waist, fingertips brushing my nipples and over my collarbones before giving my necklace a sharp tug. It tightens around my neck slightly and I inhale sharply as he kisses me, first on my jaw, then on my chin before kissing me full on the lips. I try and push him away but he tightens his hold on me, keeping me pinned to the mattress. I can feel his member prodding my thigh and he leans his hips further into me, feeling him against me as he sweeps his tongue against the bottom of my lip, demanding entrance to my mouth. I clamp my lips shut in defiance and he grins against my mouth, biting my bottom lip, causing me to gasp and allow his tongue entrance into my mouth. He kisses me deeper, tongue exploring mine and he kisses me so passionately that I can’t help but kiss him back, exploring my tongue with his and running my hands up his back. He runs his hands up and down my body, gentry caressing my breasts and I can feel the desire within me grow as he continues touching me and kissing. I slide a hand off his back and to my thigh, trying to subtly slip a hand between us to the waistband of my shorts. I barely get the tip of a finger under the waistband before he pulls away, grabbing my hand before it can go any further. 

“Hmm desperate, are we?” He asks, kissing the tip of my finger that was in my waistband. 

“No I’m not” I deny, my lips tingling slightly from the force of our kiss. 

“Mhmm” he says, clearly not believing me but he gets off of me anyway and I immediately miss the feel of his weight on top of mine. I force the feeling down and sit up, getting off the bed before he can try anything else. 

“You slept almost the entire day, so dinner is in 10 minutes. Don’t do it again. I’ll come get you when it’s ready” and with that, he closes the door and locks it once again.

I lay back on the bed and sighed, lightly tugging on the collar. I can’t believe he’d do that. And the way he was straddling me. I trail off trying not to think of the way he felt on top of me with his thighs slightly squeezing me as he pinned me down. My mind is spinning with memories of last night and him on top of me, my feelings of desire warring with my reality. As I think about the past twenty-four hours, I absentmindedly brush my fingers lightly across my chest, feeling my nipples perk up with a flash of pleasure. I can’t help but feel turned on, memories of last night making my heart rate pick up and my thighs clench. Him kissing me like that definitely didn’t help, especially with the pent-up frustration from last night. I lightly squeeze my breast and pinch my nipple while slowly sliding a hand down my stomach and to the waistband of my shorts. I run my finger along my panties where my lips would be and feel the moisture gathering there. I try and put pressure on my clit through my panties when I stop. I feel a hard barrier and quickly pull the band of my panties over to see that I am in fact wearing a chastity belt. It’s got a small slit at my opening but it’s so small I can’t get more than a pinky inside, let alone pleasure myself properly. I try anyway but it’s useless. It only makes the pleasure worse and I’m already super sensitive from the hours of pleasure last night. 

I fix my panties and shorts back in place, readjust my top, and kick the bedframe in frustration. There’s nothing I can do now but wait I guess..

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I was brought downstairs and I walked as slowly as I could, trying to take everything in around me. I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe some dark creepy lair or abandoned house but it was a beautiful house with many rooms and modern furniture. As far as I could tell, there were at least 4 rooms upstairs, mine included, and a nice spacious living room and dining room. I sat down in one of the chairs and after we finished eating he pulled out a folder and placed it in front of me where my plate was. 

“What’s this?” I ask. 

“That, my dear is your folder. In it you’ll find a contract saying that you’re here of free will and automatically consent to everything and anything that I may want to or have done to you. You’ll also see an agreement form for your slave training with me as your master and personal trainer. This will be happening over 6 weeks and will have a minimum of 3 trainings and 2 play sessions a week. 

Last night was one of our two sessions but we don’t have to count that one if you don’t want to” he adds with a wink. 

I just stare at him open-mouthed for a minute and take in what he just told me before I burst out laughing. 

“You’re joking, right? Are you fucking insane?! In what world do you think I would willingly sign these documents?” 

“Oh, I didn’t expect you to sign them. I already had them forged” he replies smugly. He opened the folder flipping through different documents and I could see my forged signature agreeing to everything and signing off on things just like he said. 

“Alright, now that that’s out of the way, here’s the rules. 

1. You must follow the schedule and routine.  

2. No touching OR cumming without my permission. 

3. You will refer to me as Sir or Master

4. You must complete all assignments and tasks as instructed and given. 

5. You must obey me and all commands/requests no matter what.

“Or else what?” I snap at him, crossing my arms. 

“Or else you will be punished. If you don’t follow the rules, these will be leaked to all your friends and family and community” he said softly. He taps the screen on his phone and what I thought was an art piece turns on and the TV screen displays a bunch of small black boxes. On them I can see a video feed of my room at different angles, the bathroom, the shower, what looks to be an office, and many other rooms, some cameras turned off. He presses a few more buttons on his phone and I see a video feed pop up of last night at multiple different angles. I remember the cameras I saw in my room and realized he’d been recording me the whole time. Including me trying to pleasure myself after he left my room earlier. 

I blush as he zooms in on one of the screens and I watch myself moaning and writhing on the bed as I am being teased and denied over and over again. I squirm in my seat, uncomfortable but I can’t help but keep watching, and even without the audio, I remember everything that happened and see in my body as I get closer to orgasm, sweat glistening my skin as I writhed in the bonds, teased without mercy. He makes me watch the entire thing, hours of me being pleasured, and when we get to the part where he leans over and kisses me I can see the want and desire, desire for him written all over my face right before we kiss and the video ends there. 

No longer distracted by the video I notice that my heart rate has picked up and I feel my pussy wet with desire. I clench my thighs together and look up noticing he’s watching my reaction to the video with a smile on his face. 

He gets up and walks over to stand behind me and trails his fingers across my collarbone. I shift slightly and he bends down to whisper in my ear, nibbling softly on my earlobe. “As you can see that video shows nothing but your passion for me and your desire.” 

He pulls away and clicks a button, cycling through fake accounts and pictures of me naked in different poses, probably taken in my sleep. “Along with that, I’ve got different fake accounts with naked pictures of you tied up and audios of your moans and pleas ready to be posted at any moment should you displease me enough. One wrong move and this will be posted globally. Your life and your career will be ruined with a click of a button and there’s nothing you can do or say to stop me. So I’d suggest you listen and submit like a good little slave”. With that, he turns off the screen and escorts me back to my room.