stronger than before, wanted
to comfort and reassure her. Carry her in his arms and hold her until he could feel
her tears fade away against his chest, and know he was the cause of it all, her
tears and their death.
He was thrown off by his own reaction, by the emotion she stirred
in him. His comfort always came as a reward well earned. Even then, given only so he
could further savor the fruits of his victory and bask in the euphoria reached
through absolute control. Genuine compassion was a foreign concept to him, and most
likely, a major factor in his success in the Organization. It was not a desired
trait in his world. He ground his teeth irritated at his passing weakness and
quickly collected himself. He grabbed her chin between his fingers and raised her
head to face his. When he spoke to her, his voice reflected the iciness in his
stare. She could have never suspected the thoughts that ran through his mind.
“You will mind what you say and how you say it. Anything you do or
say has consequences. Do we have an understanding?”
“Yes… sir…” she sniffled.
His eyes gleamed with an indiscernible emotion, between annoyance
and excitement at the sound of the word, which came to her lips more naturally this
time. He nodded his head. “Go to your room… before I change my mind.”
***
He watched her as she made her exit, much like the first night,
rushing to leave his side. He brought his hands up and rubbed his face, letting out
a long sigh. He thought back to that first night. What had he gotten himself
into? The girl was a mystery. He wanted to know so much more about her, he’d
gotten some information tonight. Most, he could have guessed. So she was infertile,
that he did not expect. He wondered if it was that fact alone that troubled her so
or the loss of Eric because of it. Well, she wouldn’t have to worry about
that with him, he thought with an ironic smile. Thesituation suited
him just fine. He’d never wanted children… or a wife for that matter. What he wanted
from her, he wouldn’t get by offering her a ring. She had no idea what he had in
store for her, he thought, closing his eyes with devilish delight.
Clearly, she wasn’t very experienced. He wasn’t surprised she’d
only been with the two boyfriends she mentioned. He wondered if she’d ever had an
orgasm in her life, probably not with the nice guys she thought she liked so much.
She definitely had a submissive streak, calling him “sir” twice, without his asking
her to. The last time, in a manipulative effort to pacify him, which slightly
annoyed him, but worked. Didn’t it only speak to her submissive nature that she
instinctively knew what to say to appease him? How she literally fell to his feet,
appealing to his mercy? She craved the kind of power and control that didn’t come
from nice guys. It was written all over her. He sensed it in her from that first
night at the club as she clumsily tried to flirt with him. It was quite endearing
really.
She was a submissive, but she wasn’t aware of it yet. He reveled in
all the promises that came with this particular combination. A self-proclaimed
submissive lost her appeal to him. He’d usually leave his whores, bored to tears, by
the time they were all but too eager to please. How delicious was the path to
depravity, how he would love to show her .
But there were other things that intrigued him about her, for one,
her terror with the cage , as she called it. He guessed she was abused, but
how? By whom? Clearly not by her boyfriends, or her brother. Was it her father
perhaps? He had to know. He’d have to learn everything, from her deepest fears to
her darkest desires, and only then, he could use them to his advantage.
Day-5
I
t was barely one in the afternoon when
Olga rapped at Laura’s door. Laura had decided to stay in her room after the
previous night’s incident.
“Sorry to disturb
to comfort and reassure her. Carry her in his arms and hold her until he could feel
her tears fade away against his chest, and know he was the cause of it all, her
tears and their death.
He was thrown off by his own reaction, by the emotion she stirred
in him. His comfort always came as a reward well earned. Even then, given only so he
could further savor the fruits of his victory and bask in the euphoria reached
through absolute control. Genuine compassion was a foreign concept to him, and most
likely, a major factor in his success in the Organization. It was not a desired
trait in his world. He ground his teeth irritated at his passing weakness and
quickly collected himself. He grabbed her chin between his fingers and raised her
head to face his. When he spoke to her, his voice reflected the iciness in his
stare. She could have never suspected the thoughts that ran through his mind.
“You will mind what you say and how you say it. Anything you do or
say has consequences. Do we have an understanding?”
“Yes… sir…” she sniffled.
His eyes gleamed with an indiscernible emotion, between annoyance
and excitement at the sound of the word, which came to her lips more naturally this
time. He nodded his head. “Go to your room… before I change my mind.”
***
He watched her as she made her exit, much like the first night,
rushing to leave his side. He brought his hands up and rubbed his face, letting out
a long sigh. He thought back to that first night. What had he gotten himself
into? The girl was a mystery. He wanted to know so much more about her, he’d
gotten some information tonight. Most, he could have guessed. So she was infertile,
that he did not expect. He wondered if it was that fact alone that troubled her so
or the loss of Eric because of it. Well, she wouldn’t have to worry about
that with him, he thought with an ironic smile. Thesituation suited
him just fine. He’d never wanted children… or a wife for that matter. What he wanted
from her, he wouldn’t get by offering her a ring. She had no idea what he had in
store for her, he thought, closing his eyes with devilish delight.
Clearly, she wasn’t very experienced. He wasn’t surprised she’d
only been with the two boyfriends she mentioned. He wondered if she’d ever had an
orgasm in her life, probably not with the nice guys she thought she liked so much.
She definitely had a submissive streak, calling him “sir” twice, without his asking
her to. The last time, in a manipulative effort to pacify him, which slightly
annoyed him, but worked. Didn’t it only speak to her submissive nature that she
instinctively knew what to say to appease him? How she literally fell to his feet,
appealing to his mercy? She craved the kind of power and control that didn’t come
from nice guys. It was written all over her. He sensed it in her from that first
night at the club as she clumsily tried to flirt with him. It was quite endearing
really.
She was a submissive, but she wasn’t aware of it yet. He reveled in
all the promises that came with this particular combination. A self-proclaimed
submissive lost her appeal to him. He’d usually leave his whores, bored to tears, by
the time they were all but too eager to please. How delicious was the path to
depravity, how he would love to show her .
But there were other things that intrigued him about her, for one,
her terror with the cage , as she called it. He guessed she was abused, but
how? By whom? Clearly not by her boyfriends, or her brother. Was it her father
perhaps? He had to know. He’d have to learn everything, from her deepest fears to
her darkest desires, and only then, he could use them to his advantage.
Day-5
I
t was barely one in the afternoon when
Olga rapped at Laura’s door. Laura had decided to stay in her room after the
previous night’s incident.
“Sorry to disturb
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