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It takes her a few moments to realize the futility of her actions, but she doesn’t lose her morale quite as quickly as I had hoped she would. Even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to fight me, she believes I’ll let her escape from her restraints long enough to resume her bullshit.
“I can do whatever I need to do in order to keep you from getting into trouble, which seems to be all you’re capable of doing. I’d suggest learning a skill of some kind to keep yourself busy. That might make your life a little easier,” I reply, sitting back in the chair in the corner that might as well be my own prison.
“My father is going to fucking kill you when he hears about this. He’s going to go ballistic. You’ll be begging for death by the end of it,” she threatens, her voice breaking as she realizes the futility of her struggle.
“Oh yeah? Why don’t we find out what yourfatherhas to say about my methods? I can call him right now. Is that what you want?” I reply, challenging her.
She pauses, her eyes shooting open as the color drains from her face. “Well, he’s not going to approve of it, that’s for sure. He’ll at least force you to let me go.”
Seeing her backtrack and lose her bravado gives me a sick satisfaction. It doesn’t feel good to be arguing like this with Mike, but her massive ego needs some work, so I brush my guilt to the side.
I pull out my phone, showing her the screen as I pull up her father’s contact. “I can call him right here, right now, and ask him. Since you’re so sure that he’s going to want me dead, you shouldn’t feel too worried, right?”
She’s starting to get nervous now, and the contrast between who she was twenty minutes ago and who she is now is staggering. Even though I knew that she was putting on a show, I couldn’t have imagined that she would fold this easily. It’s fascinating.
I initiate the call, and Remi picks up within a matter of seconds. “Dominik! What is it? Did something happen to Mika?”
“No, she’s fine, just a little bit… agitated,” I reply, smiling wryly at her. “I had a question about something though, just wanted to run it by you.”
“Okay, yes, what is it?” he replies haughtily. He hates to be bothered or inconvenienced, but I couldn’t resist seeing Mika’s face when I prove her wrong.
“Am I permitted to restrain Mika if she’s behaving in a way that could be dangerous to herself or others?” I ask.
Watching her begin to squirm from anxiety causes something in me to stir in a way that I’m not able to grapple with, especially not as I’m on the phone with her father. Even still, it sends a sensation through me that I would hardly call unwanted or unpleasurable.
“What? Of course, do whatever you need to do. Use your judgment. Do you need anything else?” he replies.
“No, that’s all. Thank you, sir. I’ll check in with you later,” I say, hanging up the phone and smiling impishly at Mika.
“I believe he told me to use my judgment, which is exactly what I’ve done here,” I say to her, gesturing toward the knots I’ve used to restrain her. “I’ll continue to use my judgment, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
She screams in frustration, kicking her legs in an erratic and uncontrolled fashion as the reality of her situation settles in. “I’m going to slit your fucking throat as soon as I’m untied! You fucking watch me!”
“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to rip your panties off and use them to gag you. Is that what you want? Because that’s what myjudgmentis telling me to do right now,” I growl.
In her fit of kicking, her tennis skirt had flipped up over her hips. With her hands bound, she’s unable to pull it back over her underwear.
I hadn’t anticipated that I would need to confront these feelings so early on, but it’s impossible for me not to stare just a little.
For a moment, I feel as if I’m suspended in time as I try with everything in me to pull my eyes from between her legs. There’s no way she doesn’t notice. Not a fucking chance, but I can’t stop.
“Oh my god, are you staring at my pussy?” she asks indignantly, her face flushing as she clamps her legs shut.
I choose not to answer. I might be allowed to restrain her, but I highly doubt that Remi would approve of knowing that I was leering at his daughter. She’s in a compromised position as well, which doesn’t add to my plausible deniability.
But now that those thoughts have occurred, I know better than to expect them to go away.
“Fucking answer me!” she squeals.
“I’m supposed to keep my eyes on you, am I not? Not to mention, you knew your outfit was revealing when you chose to wear it this morning,” I reply with as little emotion as possible.
Her mouth falls open in shock. “You’re actually just a pervert. Admit it,” she replies.
She’s attempting to regain what she lost in power when I tied her up, but she doesn’t have any hold on me. When I look into her face, her expression might tell me that she’s a hardened mafia boss’s daughter, but her eyes are uncertain and vulnerable.
All I do is shrug. She doesn’t get the admittance that she wants, and I don’t have to outright lie about anything. Neither of us wins in the end, and I’m perfectly fine with that.
At least for now.
