I’m going to make her want to do demeaning, despicable things to please me and it’s going to be a fucking high I’ll never want to come down from.
Her tits heave as she draws a stuttered breath and I want to shred her fucking top and bite down on her pert little nipples. She’s got a lot to learn about pleasure, pain, and the heady mix of the two.
Her panic is about to send me into a fucking frenzy and it’ll make her fear me in a way I don’t want. She’s not ready to handle me when I’m completely unhinged and it would be a cruelty even I wouldn’t force on her if I made her first time that extreme.
“Please.”
The quiet, almost pathetic cry for help threatens to break my control, and I turn, marching back toward the kitchen.
“Come here.”
I don’t turn around, opening a drawer and pulling out the small present I’d planned to give her later. The carefully wrapped package isn’t as beautiful as what’s inside it, but it’s caught Adriana’s attention—and now I need to reel her in.
“I thought we should begin properly.”
“Which part of you tricking me into this arrangement is beginning properly?”
I ignore her petulance and offer her the box, smiling as she eventually reaches for it and gives in to her curiosity.
“It’s for you.”
She smiles before clamping her teeth together. “What is it?”
“Open it and find out.”
Adriana’s fingers toy with the ribbon wrapped around it as she hesitates. She’s learned her lesson from last night and her guard is up. She’s wary, and I can’t blame her. I would be too if I were in her position.
She’d be even more wary if she knew what I really was.
The poor girl thinks the references to Faust and the devil are metaphors, and she’s in for a short, sharp shock when she discovers they’re not that far from reality. Demons aren’t fallen angels, but we’re just as beautiful, and even more vicious.
I will her to open it and she relents, pulling at the ribbon and tearing the intricate paper away. The jewelry box opens and her eyes widen as she stares at its contents, almost forgetting to breathe.
The gold chain is crafted with my magic, and it’ll offer her some protection. It’s beautiful, and it’s drawing her in, but more importantly, it’s a signal that I fucking own her and anything that wants to touch her will have to deal with me.
It’s a collar in all but design, and Adriana is putting it on before she leaves here.
Preferably now.
Before my dick explodes in my fucking trousers as I fantasize about corrupting her. She’s so damn innocent and those big blue eyes only make her look more pure. More divine. More fucking tempting.
“It’s pretty,” she mumbles.
“It’s yours,” I reply. “A gift. I want you to keep it on unless I tell you otherwise. Unless you’re wearing other jewelry I’ve given you.”
Her fingers shake as she traces the metal necklace. “Other jewelry?”
I hum and nod, touching her fingers as I reach for the box. She startles a little and her eyes snap back up to mine, and I offer her my most reassuringly soft gaze.
“I intend to gift you lots of jewelry, baby.”
Necklaces. Earrings. Rings and bracelets. Nipple clamps with jewels. Definitely a butt plug. And a fucking clit clamp too. Maybe even a clit piercing so I can clip a leash to it and have her crawl around behind me as I walk her like a fucking dog.
My hands lift the necklace out of the box and I raise my eyebrows, silently asking her to turn around. She obeys, like the good little submissive she’s desperate to be, and holds her hair up, exposing the curve at the back of her neck.
I slip the chain around her neck and fasten it, thrilled we’ve taken this first step. Adriana doesn’t understand it, but she’s done it anyway, and now she’s more mine than ever.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, resting my hand on the small of her back.
