“Hate it, but that shit’s not happening.” I am no one’spet.
“We’ll see.”
“No.You’llsee.”
“You have a lot of strong opinions about a way of life that you’ve never experienced. I bet everything that you believe about this lifestyle is grossly untrue.”
“Educate me. Make me understand.”
“I’ll receive great sexual and emotional gratification from the control I’ll have over you. I will also enjoy punishing you, but our world will be about so much more. Passion and pleasure. Satisfaction and fulfillment. It all goes together hand-in-hand. You and I will share the deepest connection you can possibly experience with another person because you’ll eventually place every bit of your trust in me.”
Gratification. Passion and pleasure. Satisfaction and fulfillment. Deep connection. Full trust. I think that most happy couples would list those exact things if asked what is most important in their relationship. Is it possible that there’s more to this dynamic than I think?
His hand glides over the table, and the tips of his fingers touch mine. “I’ll spoil you with the best of everything. Shower you with gifts—whatever your heart desires.”
“And then you’ll hit me. I’m not okay with that.”
His hand advances, and his long fingers curl around my hand. “The strike of my palm or flogger against your ass will certainly gain your attention, but I would never cause you harm. Your health and safety come first. I’d never push you further than you were willing to go. You always have the right to stop everything. Ultimately, the real control is in your hands. You have the final say in anything that we do.”
He wants to control me, yet I’m the one with all of the control. It’s one contradiction after another.
So fucking complicated. Why can’t he just be a man after as much pussy as he can get like every other typical heterosexual man?
This isn’t normal. You aren’t born this way. Something happens to spur this inside of someone.
“What drives you to do this?”
“I love control. I love the power I feel when a woman submits to me. Especially a strong woman. That’s even more thrilling. But with you specifically… it’s because you’ve been a very bad girl. My palm is twitching to redden your sweet little ass.”
I don’t doubt him for a moment.I’m certain that he’s telling the truth when he says that his palm is eager to meet my ass.Reddening my cheeks isn’t the only thing that he’s going to do to me. It’s only the beginning. And I’ll be completely at his mercy.
There’s something terribly wrong with this man.I see a sinisterness in his eyes—a warning of the darkness that resides behind those beautiful blue eyes. Like a dark angel, his outer beauty disguises the malice beneath his surface.
He takes his hand away and returns to eating. Casually. Like we aren’t having a discussion about the ways that he’ll strike me.
“You aren’t eating.”
How can I eat when we’re having a discussion that will decide my fate between being his submissive or going to jail? “This conversation has stolen my appetite.”
“You clearly have concerns. I’d like to hear them.”
I’m not sure we have enough time to discuss everything on that list. “How long am I going to be here?”
“That is solely dependent upon you.”
What does that mean? “I don’t understand.”
“It’s a simple matter of math. Each act earns a thousand dollars’ credit toward the hundred thousand dollars that you took from me.”
One hundred thousand divided by one thousand.
One hundredacts.
“What do you consider an act?”
“A sexual encounter.”
“I need you to be more specific.”
