“I prepared your room like you asked,” the man says.I nod.“Follow me.”
He leads us to a more private room.The only one with a door.My room.Capri looks at me again.She hasn’t spoken a word since we got here, and I have no idea if it’s out of awe or fear.
“Don’t worry.You’re safe with me.”My voice comes out gruff.Reassuring people isn’t my forte.I usually use other means to ensure compliance.She nods sheepishly and lets me lead her into the room.I shut the door behind us.She turns around abruptly as she hears the lock click.I can still see strands of fear lingering in her eyes, and I just can’t fathom why she’d be scared of me.Does she think I’d hurt her?I’d never.
Her eyes move from me and become glued to the wall.The walls looked like something peeled off a gladiator’s arsenal.Various weapons hung from them, not the kind to kill, maim, or scare.Maybe they did scare some.Perhaps they could leave little scars or marks—marks that only my prized possessions get to have.Maybe they’d cause a little pain, but that will only bring pleasure.
I walk closer to Capri and grab a fistful of her hair, sniffing it.She doesn’t smell like the majority of the sluts who frequent this place.She smells innocent, almost divine.When I’m done with her, she’ll have forgotten this madness of wanting death.She’ll only want me.
“I’m not going to hurt you if that’s what you’re scared of,” I whisper.
“What makes you think I’m scared?”I let her hair slip through my fingers as she turns around and looks me dead in the eyes.
Brave.No one ever dared to do that.It could be the action that determines whether they still drew breath in the next few seconds, but I suppose she isn’t scared of death or me.Is that what draws me to her?Or is it the intense desire to free her from the shackles of pain?
I place a curled index finger under her chin and tilt it up.Her skin is so soft, and her eyes ...these damn pearls staring defiantly at me, begging me to rid her of her lingering piece of innocence.
“It’d be wise for you to fear me.”
“Nonsense.”She draws the last sound into a seductive hiss, as if daring me to do my worst or best.My hold on her quickly moves from a finger under her chin to a grip on her neck, as I gently choke her.Her gaze doesn’t falter even as she walks backward, until her butt hits the leather bench perched at one side of the room.I tighten my grip around her neck, squeezing until her face turns red and her slender fingers dig into my wrist.I let go of her neck and watch her as she gasps for breath.
“You should fear me.”This time, she’s too busy gasping for air to bother with a witty response.She coughs, still struggling to fill her lungs with air.“Strip,” I command.If I thought her face was red earlier, I might have been colorblind.Her hands spring up to her chest, as if to protect herself.One would think she wasn’t the same girl relishing the feel of my cock in her mouth a few days ago, with eyes pleading for me to come inside her mouth.
“I won’t repeat myself.Strip,” I say in my practiced low voice, which usually gets my men stumbling over their feet.
“Did no one ever tell you that you can’t always get what you want?”she says defiantly, as if fighting for control.I do like a little resistance, but this has been dragging on for far too long.I take a half step forward.That’s all the little space between us can allow.I let out a heavy breath, fanning her face with warmth.
“It’s you who didn’t get the memo.”I take out my gun from its holster and place it on the table to my left.“I don’t want you.You already belong to me, and the only thing that’ll save you from me is death—not that I’m going to let it.Now be a good little girl and take those damn clothes off, or I’ll rip them off myself!”
This time, she obeys, slowly sliding off her clothes and leaving behind her underwear.Her hands assume their protective stance.Her bra hung on to her voluptuous breasts, as if to hoard them.
“What are you doing?I said to take off your damn clothes.”
With shaky hands, she unhooks her bra, and I watch the flimsy cotton drop to the ground, leaving her breasts unguarded.I nod gently, and she takes it as a cue to wriggle out of her panties.I sense her hands about to go up again, to rid my hungry eyes of this pleasant view.“Don’t you dare...”I whisper, grazing her nipple with my thumb.She shudders.
“What are you going to do to me?”she says with a shaky breath.
“Cook you dinner...”Her gaze meets mine again.“Of course not.I’m going to claim every single inch of you until you acknowledge me as your master.Now lie on the bench.”
She pauses.
“Capri, the more you resist, the more unpleasant this will be for you.”
Like an obedient pup, she lies on the bench.“Face down,” I growl.She complies.Good girl.
I walk over to the wall, searching for the right toy.I pick up a set of handcuffs and a rope.This should work.I hold her hands, which were hanging on either side of the bench, and handcuff them together.Her gaze follows my every movement, but she doesn’t utter a word.I tie her feet together, too, then take a step back, looking at her ass cheeks and pink pussy spread wide in front of me.A low growl fills the air, and it takes a few seconds for me to realize that it came from me.I haven’t been this excited in a long while.Sure, there have been a lot of girls over the years, but every single one of them was so eager to please me—ready to pounce on the perks of being associated with me.But this one right here doesn’t even know who I am.
I spank her hard, and she yelps.The sight of my handprint on her ass sends a rush of dopamine through me.I spank her again, and she yelps, clenching her ass together.
“Good girl,” I groan.I walk over to the wall.It contains everything I could ever need to compel her into submission—collars, leashes, multi-tailed whips, paddles, canes, belts, vibrators, dildos, and anal plugs ...so many items to choose from.I can see her gaze follow my movement through the mirror in front of her.In the end, I decide to start gently.I pick the belt and go back to where I can get a good view of her pussy.
“Do you always do this to every girl you bring here?”
“No.”
“You’re lying.”
I whip her ass with the belt.She lets out another yelp, writhing on the bench.“You’re right.You’re not that special.Is that what you want to hear?”
