Home Alone, pt.2

Part 1 is here.

The man slaps her across the face hard.
“Now, what did I just say?!” She starts to sob. As she opens her mouth to apologize, something lacy is shoved in there.
“That will keep you quiet.”

Hand still on her throat, he proceeds to have his way with her helpless form. She sucks in air as he pinches her left nipple hard. The right one he pulls and twists. She moans. He presses a knee between her legs, moving them apart. Rough fingers probe her and become slick with her juices.
“Oh yes, you like this. You are a slut.” Her body has betrayed her.
Taking his hand from her throat, he pushes her legs up and as far apart as they will go. Without warning, several fingers are quickly shoved inside her pussy. Callie whimpers behind her gag as the pain rushes through her body. His hand begins to pump in and out of her. With his other hand he begins to rub her clit. She tries to resist the urge to cum, but her body betrays her once again and she begins to cry again. He just laughs.
“I told you, you were going to enjoy this,” he says as he reaches up and grabs both of her breasts and squeezes, leaving a trail of her cum up her body.
Again he pushes his fingers inside of her. More this time, stretching her as far as she will go. In and out. One hand on her throat again. It doesn’t stop until she is shaking from another orgasm.
“Now time for me to have some fun. I am going to flip you over, your ass in the air and you’re going to stay that way,” he growls.
Her hands still tied above her head to the bed, he lifts her body and throws her over on her stomach. Grabbing her hips, he forces her knees under her and her ass in the air. Her arms are now stretched out in front of her, face pressed into the bed. He moves her knees further apart so she is fully exposed to him.
Callie jumps and moans as she feels pressure against her asshole. Please, no! She screams inside her head. He just laughs at her body’s reaction, but keeps his thumb there teasingly increasing the pressure.
Once again, he starts to rub her clit hard and fast. Every time she gets near orgasm, he smacks her ass. Each hit getting harder and harder. Her skin burns and try as she might, she can’t keep from squirming. He doesn’t stop this until she is sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.
She feels him get into position behind her. In one move, he slams his cock into her now dripping wet hole, rocking her forward with the force of it. She screams behind her gag.
Pulling out, he smacks her ass. Then slams back in. Out, smack, in, over and over.
“Have you had enough?” All she can do is whimper behind her gag. Laughing again, he begins to pound into her pussy. Both of his large rough hands spreading her ass cheeks far apart.
Renlentlessly this goes on, periodically reaching down and playing with her clit, bringing her to orgasm again and again. All the while, slamming his hard cock into her. It seems like forever until he cums. She is a sobbing shaking mess of bodily fluids.

He gets off the bed, and vaguely she can hear him in the bathroom, water running. Sounds like the bath is filling, but she is too exhausted to care. Since he is in the other room, she lets her body finally fall onto the bed.
A few minutes later, he sits on the bed next to her, rolls her over, gently takes the gag out of her mouth and kisses her tenderly. Her hands are untied from the bed and each other. He rubs them, her wrists, and arms, returning blood flow and easing the soreness.
Callie’s mind, behind the blindfold, is trying to make sense of this sudden gentleness, but is too far gone to grasp at any one idea.
He picks her up, and cradled in his arms the blindfold is removed. She squeezes her eyes shut, afraid.
“Open your eyes, my love,” Master says.
Yes, it was Master all along. She slowly opens her eyes and looks into his. Sobbing uncontrollably and clutching onto him for dear life, he holds her there for a while.
Eventually, he gets up and carries her into the bathroom, putting her into the bath he ran. Ever so tenderly he washes her body, stripping away the events of the night. Never saying a word.
After the bath, he dries her off and carries her back to the bed, laying her down. He pushes her legs up and apart as he begins to go down on her. Gently bringing her exhausted soul to climax again with his tongue.
Callie cries again as her Master gets on top of her and enters her in one thrust. He stays there and leans down to whisper in her ear…
“You are safe. You are Mine, I own you. I love you.” With that, he starts to slide his cock in and out. Tenderly kissing her face until they both cum together.