The Price

[submitted for the Nude but not Naked contest]

Light streamed in from the high window, dust swirling in its path. I leaned back against the wall - I was in no hurry. The best things in life are worth waiting for. I could hear him sobbing. He knew better than to try to talk, even if he wasn't gagged. As I walked towards him he went silent. He knew. Screw up one more time, I'd told him, and you get to choose. Go and never come back. Or stay under my terms, stay and give up everything. You'll be mine.

He screwed up, badly enough that I cared. You don't need to know what he did, but right away he was on his knees. I could see him thinking, deciding, choosing. Then he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, glanced up at me. I nodded just a little, just enough. He undid his belt, stepped out of his jeans, and then off came his shorts and his socks. He knelt, naked now, holding the belt. I suppose he thought I'd want to hit him with it.

I'd gotten past my first anger. I pointed at his clothes.
"Put them in the trash can out back. Wristwatch and belt included."
And so it began.

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Model: barefootliam - photographed in The Room With The Window.