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I scraped my tongue across my teeth as they bit down. The gossips in this place were hard at work. “What do you know?”

“I know he’s combative, a brat,” he said. “I’m just saying, if it was me, I’d be dominating every aspect of my trainees life to make sure they were pressed into the sharpest asset. Or do you want Mercy to keep you in this training limbo forever?”

Laying back again, Mercy was dangling money over my head for this, my money, but it was under her control until I withdrew it. There were so many caveats and clauses, but it was all worth it to put up with some of the bullshit.

“Orgasm denial,” I finally repeated back to him.

Reaper chuckled. “Dominate it all.”

7. ARTEMIS

He came for me in the middle of the night. Yanked from my bed, wrapped in my sheet. I couldn’t move. He dragged me out of my apartment and into his. I tried to wriggle out of the bedsheet, but my teddy was trapped with me, hugged tight against my chest.

“We’re doing something new,” Donovan said as he turned a lamp on.

“Get me out of here,” I said, still struggling.

Dipping to a squat in front of my head, he tutted. “You don’t deserve the luxury of a bed,” he said. “You’re going to be sleeping on my floor.”

“No, I don’t—” I started before he placed a finger over my lips.

“You only speak when spoken to, by me,” he said. “You ask for permission for everything now. If you need to use the bathroom, you can, but I’m going to be right there. Got it?” He cocked his head and smiled. “Just nod.”

I was turned on, if that counted for anything. I nodded. After I stopped struggling, I didn’t feel the bedsheets strangling me. I leaned into the comfort of my teddy and the floor, while I would’ve preferred a bed, it wasn’t my first-time sleeping on a hard floor.

“I’m also going to put a vitals ring on you,” he said, showing me the silver band from his pocket. Still squatting in front of me. “It’s usually just used in the medical area, but most trainees also wear them, and I overlooked that.”

“My hand is—”

“I didn’t ask you a question,” he said, raising a finger to me. “I know your hands are in there. I know you’re not going to be able to put it on until you’re out. But that’s fine. Adding to therules earlier, I think I was a little bit lax. Any time you break a rule, there will be punishments.”

My teeth sank into my lip. I knew punishments meant something fun was going to happen. I nodded, not wanting to speak again. Hoped he knew I was learning.

“Some of them will be public,” he said. “Now, rest up. We’ve got a heavy training day tomorrow.”

Then he left me there, climbing right over me onto his bed. I couldn’t do anything, and I knew he was listening to see if I would try and undo the tightness of sheet around me. At the time, I wondered if I’d done it to myself, but now, I knew this was his doing.

I’d already gotten a little bit of sleep, and the floor didn’t offer me much more. I rolled over from one side to the other, the ache of the hard tile pressed against my hip bones. It was not fun.

Light soon appeared through the projected windows and Donovan woke. I was his first port of call, to which he was surprised I hadn’t escaped—which was unlike him, all those months ago in the middle of a night—I suppose I didn’t have a bag of cash I could’ve left behind.

“I feel like I can hear your thoughts,” he grumbled. “You need to use the toilet?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice scratchy.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He dipped to me in a squat again, his legs spread in his grey shorts, the bulge of his morning wood pressed against them. I tried not to look, wondering if this was a test, but now I was hard, and I couldn’t control that. I was young and erections just came up, especially when I felt like I’d been part of the longest edge session of my life.

“I knew you could behave,” he said. “I’m going to undo this, and you’re going to crawl on your hands and knees.”

“What?”

“I didn’t ask you a question,” he said. “Once more, and I’ll resort to punishments.”

Suppressing my smile as I noticed his lip twitch, I knew he wasn’t joking, and I didn’t know what these punishments were, but I was on the edge of wanting to find out. I nodded to him, but my eyes were fixed on the dick print in his shorts.