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I turned around when he approached me, and I was expecting him to take me into his arms, but he stopped next to me and tied a perfect knot in his tie, totally ignoring my naked self. I blinked a few times, slightly flabbergasted by his actions, not knowing how to react to his clear disinterest.
"Do we have time for a quickie?" I finally asked, with my heart somewhere in my throat. I wasn’t so sure of myself anymore. He’d crushed my confidence with one look.
He shot me a sideways glance, rearranging his watch on his wrist. I noticed matching cuff buttons with his initials carved into them. He looked like he’d just walked out of a fashion magazine.
After another few seconds of deafening silence, he turned to me, giving me a quick once-over. My breath hitched in my throat when he lingered longer on my hips and naked breasts, but my nudity was no use. He didn’t touch me, nor make any attempt to fuck me senseless, and I began to feel extremely uneasy and uncomfortable.
"You’re very beautiful, princess," he said with a small smile, looking into my eyes. For some reason, his words weren’t good enough this time. "I have an important meeting. I have to go." He gently caressed my chin with his thumb, leaned closer, and kissed the tip of my nose, mumbling a soft, "Goodbye."
And then he left. I stood in the same spot for at least another three minutes until my frozen brain was ready to function again. Tears were brimming in my eyes, and I felt weak at the knees from the humiliation I’d just experienced. He’d refused my offer like it was nothing. He didn’t even think about it. His work was obviously more important to him than me and my needs. Shouldn’t he take care of me in any way? He’d signed the contract where this was stated.
I felt horrible. A deep scowl settled on my face, and I fought the tears that wanted to fall from my eyes. I sat down on the bed, thinking and digesting that awful experience, when my phone beeped. It was a text from Mr Thorn, and my stupid heart skipped a beat.
Mr Thorn:Next time, kneel next to bed, ask for it properly, and I will fuck the life out of you.
Seriously? I was glaring at the message in bewilderment, reading it over and over again as if I hoped it would have a different meaning after the seventeenth repetition. He couldn’t just tell me to do it; he had to act like a complete asshole and leave me here all hot and bothered while he was chuckling in his fancy car.
I could clearly imagine his smug face as he’d sent the text to me, expecting a “Yes, sir” answer. Well, I gave him my response, but it wasn’t from the good girl’s playbook.
Electra:Thanks for the recommendation. But who knows, maybe there won't be any next time.
I threw my phone on the bed before stomping to the walk-in closet to take out new pieces of clothing. I took a matching black bra for my panties and a simple blue dress with a round neckline. When I walked out, I peered at my phone, but no response came from Mr Thorn, so I continued with my preparations for work, thinking about what he had done. I was starting to feel a little anxious when he didn’t reply. I felt a slightly odd tingling in my stomach when I looked at my phone at least six times in two minutes.
It wasn’t like him. He’d always answered or ended the conversation because he needed to work. My text was rough, but there wasn’t any insult in it. I didn’t break the rules; I’d just told him the truth. After that kind of behaviour, he couldn’t be surprised that I felt neglected or rejected.
I was about to put the blue dress on when I heard heavy footsteps on the marble floor. Before I could even think about who it could be, Mr Thorn burst through the door, and the dress fell on the floor from my hands. My eyes widened, and I gulped, staring at him dumbstruck.
He looked like hell had sent him on a mission to bring my head or heart. He was furious. His jaw muscles worked in a quick rhythm, his breathing was uneven, and his palms were clenched into fists. For a moment, I forgot to take air into my lungs, and I gasped when he slowly headed towards me.
"A few hours ago, I punished you for being disrespectful, and it had no use," he uttered in a deep voice, and I inhaled sharply, but not because of fear. Yes, my first instinct was to be scared and to try to run away. Yet, after a few seconds of watching him approach me as a predator would his prey with this crazy glint in his blue eyes, I found myself turned on. Again, it was a very inappropriate reaction from my body to the situation.
He stopped in front of me, and put his huge hand on my throat. He raised my head up and leaned closer. His deep whisper rang in my ears, along with the blood that was running through my veins at an impossible speed.
"Repeat what you wrote!" His breath tingled my ear, and the small hair on my neck stood up.
"No," I muttered, not daring to even move. Not that I could or wanted to. With his hand, he wasn’t choking me, but he held me in place. I had no way out of it. And actually, I liked it a little too much. My insane body was so aroused, I was trembling with need. All I could think about was him fucking the life out of me. His words; not mine.
"Defiance." He chuckled darkly, making goosebumps appear on my naked shoulders. "Let’s see how long it takes to put you back in your place."
Okay, that actually sounded terrifying this time. His tone was threatening, and when he grabbed my arms and effortlessly threw my one hundred and fifty pounds on the bed, chills ran down my spine. I bounced a few times, and he used the time from my distraction to take off his jacket and tie.
At that moment, I wanted to get out of bed and dash away, just to provoke him more. I didn’t understand what got into me to poke the angry bear, but I wanted him really badly, and at the same time, I wanted him to chase me. Maybe it was because of the way he’d been treating me before. I didn’t like the idea of him just taking what was his and moving on.
I executed my plan quickly, and I sprinted out of the bedroom, taking him completely by surprise. However, he caught me in the living room, and we fell on the sofa, exactly on the place where I’d received my punishment a few hours ago. I wriggled under him, but it was pointless. He was heavier than me and much stronger. He pinned me down without much effort, took my wrists into one of his huge hands, and lifted them above my head. I was at his mercy again, and I absolutely loved it.
"Why did you write it?" The change in his approach almost made me laugh. Obviously, he didn’t expect me to disobey his commands or instructions. Also, he clearly didn’t know how much I enjoyed our disciplinary sessions. Even the last one was a pleasant memory.
"Because I felt rejected," I replied honestly, looking him in the eyes.
"Rejected? Because I didn’t fuck you when you wanted it?" he asked, mocking me, and I frowned. I wasn’t stupid. Of course I knew that he, as a Dominant, could do anything, and I had to do what he said. If he decided not to fuck me, then I was screwed.
"No." I shook my head furiously, as much as my arms allowed me. "Because you didn’t tell me before that you expect me to beg to be fucked. And then, you used it against me," I burst out, glaring at him. He wanted me to be honest. He got me honest. "In the rules, it’s stated that I can initiate foreplay, sexual acts, or blow jobs. Nothing about kneeling and asking." Writing down the rules had proven to be useful after all. Who would have known I could use it to save my ass from spanking?
"Yes," he confirmed. "It is there, along with the word ‘almost’." He squeezed my wrists tighter because as I tried to free them. "Also, the sentence about me having the last word should be familiar to you.
"It is familiar to me," I groaned, wanting to kick my legs, but it didn’t work. His weight was pushing me down, negating my efforts to break free. Of course, I could use my safe word, but I was enjoying this “argument” too much to ruin it. "But it’s sad you don’t care about my needs; only about what you want!" I yelled, knowing very well I had crossed the line.
"Excuse me!" he shouted, his temper rising again. I had him exactly where I wanted him, but still, I didn’t have a clue how to make him fuck me. My desperate pussy was clenching in anticipation of some ferocious pounding, and I stuck my breasts out in his face.
