happens. If it means keeping you in my bedroom and using you however I want, never letting you see the light of day, that’s what it means. If it means shipping you off somewhere and selling you to a pimp in Bangkok or Tijuana who wants to turn you into a five dollar whore that’s what it means. You need to understand the gravity here and come to terms with this as soon as possible. The sooner, the better. Any privilege or comfort you get is because I allow it. I can take it away. All of it. Do you understand?”
She didn’t answer me. She looked back down at the floor and her chin started quivering.
“The concept of ownership might be foreign to you but it’s a concept you need to learn fast,” I said, “Tia, look at me.”
She looked up and what I saw in her eyes was pure and utter defiance. Perfect. A muscle in my cheek involuntarily twitched. I wasn’t ready to reveal all my cards yet but she needed a glimpse. And I wanted to push her, see what she’d do.
I stood up and continued, “Because I own you, I’ll do what I want to you. Since you chose not to answer my question, I’ll reiterate: if that means that I want you to wear my ring and have my babies with the run of this house, you’ll do it. If it means you simply stay tied to my bed until I get tired of fucking you, so be it. I’m in charge. You obey me, things go well. You defy me --- they don’t.”
Fear flickered in her eyes for a beat but she continued to stare up at me, right into my eyes, trying to be brave. I liked it. I liked it a lot. Yeah, I’m a sick fucker. And the only thing scarier than a sick fucker is a sick fucker with power. If I was going to have to marry to get all the power, I’d damn well get as much pleasure as possible from it. Fear and defiance rolled up in one? She was perfect. Maybe that’s why I’d waited so long. This was coming for me. Her.
Yeah, Dare was right; Pop did do good with this choice for me. In that moment I was feeling something that felt like it must’ve been bliss because she was mine and I could feel it deep inside. John Lewis was right about the rush here. I’d never felt this level of excitement, this sense of ownership, with a woman before. I was standing in front of her, towering over her, and I was going to wipe that defiance right off her face.
“Do you understand?”
She didn’t answer me. Her eyes narrowed.
I snickered and continued, “I’ll let it sink in for a moment, then. Rule #2, you reveal nothing to anyone about anything that you see, hear, or suspect to do with my business activities, my family, my personal life, or my preferences. You don’t discuss me with people outside of my family or my house and you don’t disclose information about me or what happens in this house or especially in this bedroom with anyone, including people inside my family or my house. The rules are simple. I’m in charge and you keep your mouth shut. The rest, we will figure out as we go. I hope you’re a smart enough girl that I don’t need to lay out consequences. Hearing about who I am you probably have an idea of what I’m capable of. If you don’t, you will soon enough. You shouldn’t test your limits with me. I’m not a patient guy and I like doling out punishments. A lot.”
She closed her eyes. Now she was trembling not so subtly. Fuck, my cock was straining against my pants. I sipped my wine, strode over to close the blinds on the doors that led to the deck, and turned back around to look at her. She hadn’t touched her wine. She sat there holding the glass, eyes squeezed shut tight. Then she took a deep breath and looked up and stared me right in the eye. The girl hadn’t said anything yet but she had balls. I could see it. I looked forward to some sparring.
I unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way and shrugged to let it drop. Her eyes never wavered from mine but I saw her swallow hard. I sauntered toward her.
She shakily raised the glass of wine to her lips and
She didn’t answer me. She looked back down at the floor and her chin started quivering.
“The concept of ownership might be foreign to you but it’s a concept you need to learn fast,” I said, “Tia, look at me.”
She looked up and what I saw in her eyes was pure and utter defiance. Perfect. A muscle in my cheek involuntarily twitched. I wasn’t ready to reveal all my cards yet but she needed a glimpse. And I wanted to push her, see what she’d do.
I stood up and continued, “Because I own you, I’ll do what I want to you. Since you chose not to answer my question, I’ll reiterate: if that means that I want you to wear my ring and have my babies with the run of this house, you’ll do it. If it means you simply stay tied to my bed until I get tired of fucking you, so be it. I’m in charge. You obey me, things go well. You defy me --- they don’t.”
Fear flickered in her eyes for a beat but she continued to stare up at me, right into my eyes, trying to be brave. I liked it. I liked it a lot. Yeah, I’m a sick fucker. And the only thing scarier than a sick fucker is a sick fucker with power. If I was going to have to marry to get all the power, I’d damn well get as much pleasure as possible from it. Fear and defiance rolled up in one? She was perfect. Maybe that’s why I’d waited so long. This was coming for me. Her.
Yeah, Dare was right; Pop did do good with this choice for me. In that moment I was feeling something that felt like it must’ve been bliss because she was mine and I could feel it deep inside. John Lewis was right about the rush here. I’d never felt this level of excitement, this sense of ownership, with a woman before. I was standing in front of her, towering over her, and I was going to wipe that defiance right off her face.
“Do you understand?”
She didn’t answer me. Her eyes narrowed.
I snickered and continued, “I’ll let it sink in for a moment, then. Rule #2, you reveal nothing to anyone about anything that you see, hear, or suspect to do with my business activities, my family, my personal life, or my preferences. You don’t discuss me with people outside of my family or my house and you don’t disclose information about me or what happens in this house or especially in this bedroom with anyone, including people inside my family or my house. The rules are simple. I’m in charge and you keep your mouth shut. The rest, we will figure out as we go. I hope you’re a smart enough girl that I don’t need to lay out consequences. Hearing about who I am you probably have an idea of what I’m capable of. If you don’t, you will soon enough. You shouldn’t test your limits with me. I’m not a patient guy and I like doling out punishments. A lot.”
She closed her eyes. Now she was trembling not so subtly. Fuck, my cock was straining against my pants. I sipped my wine, strode over to close the blinds on the doors that led to the deck, and turned back around to look at her. She hadn’t touched her wine. She sat there holding the glass, eyes squeezed shut tight. Then she took a deep breath and looked up and stared me right in the eye. The girl hadn’t said anything yet but she had balls. I could see it. I looked forward to some sparring.
I unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way and shrugged to let it drop. Her eyes never wavered from mine but I saw her swallow hard. I sauntered toward her.
She shakily raised the glass of wine to her lips and
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