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I ask out of curiosity, because she seems lost in her thoughts and she's not saying anything as her eyes dart around the car. Maybe she doesn’t understand, so I give her a bit more detail, "I promise everything stops. No questions asked. Understood?”
“Yes.”
I’m waiting for her to say something else, like to tell me exactly what the word is, but she doesn’t. It’s as if she’s trying to figure it out and then she says, “Elsa.”
“Elsa?”
“Yes, from Frozen.”
She can tell that I haven’t got a clue what she’s talking about so she continues to explain it to me.
“It’s a movie and anyway, I think of myself as Elsa. Not as pretty as her, but we have the same color hair and sparkling blue eyes. She has…”
I laugh, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. But if that’s what you want then. Who am I to question it.”
I turn the ignition and ask, “Ready?”
She nods, “This may sound crazy, but I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Yes, I’m ready.”
That’s music to my ears, I don’t even need the radio to play as she’s said exactly what I need to hear. This is going to be better than I thought it was going to be. In fact, I can’t wait to get her home and start. This weekend’s going to be fucking fantastic. Something that she’ll remember for her lifetime and maybe at the end of it, Ms. Young will give me even more of a discount, just for showing her niece the best time of her life.
Chapter Seven
Joshua
“I’m thinking that there’s no time like the present. We should just get straight down to business.”
She swallows as if she has a lump in her throat as I open up the car door.
“This is your home?”
I nod, I could say something smart. But I can tell that she’s nervous as she takes a lot longer to leave the car then she did to enter it in the first place.
I take out my hand and help her out of the car. She hasn’t said a word, even when I parked up I expected her to tell me that she doesn’t want to stay here. That she can’t do it anymore, but she says nothing as I lead her into the house.
I lock the car and then as I turn the key into my house, which is nothing like her aunt’s house I think about small talk. This isn’t the same as meeting someone or even trying to add someone to my little black book. This is completely different and I wonder if she wants to still go ahead with it or if she’s saving face, by not saying a word.
“Don’t worry I won’t bite.”
I’m expecting her to laugh with me, then I realize that I’ve lied a bit. I do intend to bite just a little bit especially when I’m sucking on those juicy melons.
It’s as if she’s a virgin because she looks lost. Then again, my house isn’t that big but she’s not fully game. I think there’s some doubt about her going ahead with it. I gave her the choice to leave at her aunt’s house, but she came along.
I could ask her the reason for it, to put her mind at ease, but I decide that once I get her butt naked, she’ll be begging me for more. I take her up the stairs and she steadily keeps up the pace and then as we get to the room. The one that’ll be her new home this weekend.
I announce as soon as I open the door, “Welcome to the best room in the house.”
She nervously smiles, but as we walk into the room and the sensor lightening starts to work slowly. I can see that she’s like a little kid in a candy store. I bet that she’s never seen let alone used anything in this room. I could beat around the bush and get make her think that this is a date, but it’s not.
My intentions for this weekend were clear and I gave her a chance to leave, but she didn’t want to. I watch as she walks around touching the whips and paddles. Then she pushes the swings, the one that I intend to strap her in by the end of the night. I know that she’ll feel better once we get started, there’s no doubt in my mind about that.
I know that some women find my dominance intimidating, but those are the horny ones; the ones who eye me up and down and over again. They spend their times hanging around bars trying to find someone to give them some attention with the intention of taking them home on the same night. Sometimes when I bring them to my play room they become intimidated. I wonder at times if women only want what they can’t have. When they get it, they don’t know what to do with it.
I don’t give her a chance to think. The only thing that she has to know is that I’m the one in charge here. She’s my puppet and all she has to do is my wishes alone. Nothing else. Once she’s here, not only will she feel better, but she’ll feel like a beautiful swan. Ready to go out and feel sore, but better about herself once more. That’s what her aunt wants and that’s what I intend to do. I won’t let my reputation forsake me. No, fucking way.
I don’t want her to think of this as a torture chamber. I turn around and I can see her eyes looking around wildly and there’s only fright written all over her face. She needs to be comfortable in here and there’s only one way to do that.
Make her sit down.
