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“You are going to tell the cameras what you did. Every bit of it. Then you are going to reinstate me back to college.”
His cock throbs and precum leaks out of the head. He’s lying on his arms but I can tell he’s trying to wiggle free.
“Or, I can whip you until you decide to let me back in college.”
“You don’t have it in you.” He whispers and I chuckle. Bending down, I pick up a whip that I found at his house when I got the video equipment.
“Then I guess you are in for a big surprise.” Without thinking, I bring the whip down and considering I’ve never done it before, I’m shocked I hit him. The first hit is on his right nipple and he curses.
“Little one, you aren’t trained with that thing. Stop it.”
He has tears pooling in his eyes, but I refuse to let this go. He will do what I want or he will pay for it. “Christopher, you have no power at the moment. You will do as demanded or you will be punished. That’s how you treated me. Remember?”
My anger is back, and I bring the whip down again and this time it hits his stomach. The sharp hiss leaving his mouth makes me feel bad, but I won’t stop. No. He has earned this.
When he doesn’t say anything, I bring the whip down quickly three times and when I see him trying to roll away, I bring out the rope.
“I see you thought you could get away, again. Too bad you won’t acquiesce to being my good boy.” I bring the whip down on his backside and grab him, pulling him back toward me. “You aren’t free to go anywhere, Christopher.”
The whip swooshes through the air until he doesn’t move again. I hate the way this makes me feel, and I stop after ten more smacks.
“Are you going to do what I’ve demanded?”
For a moment, I think he’s going to say no, but he looks at me, tears now flowing down his face and red welts all over his body. What kind of monster am I that I want to lick those welts? Pushing the thought out of my mind, I sit down on the bed.
“Yes,” he says softly, and I rub my hand along his chest. My fingers graze his welt on his collarbone.
“Thank you.” I bend down and kiss his lips. A simple press of my lips on his. Something inside of me wants me to push my tongue into his mouth and enjoy getting lost in him. I reel it in and pull back.
“I, Christopher Groveton, reinstate Jasmine Clarke back to a full-time student with all bills paid.” He winces as I move my hand to his stomach where I opened a small bit of skin. My heart races at the idea of how I’ve caused him pain.
Getting up, I make sure the cameras each got what he said and I turn them off. All except the middle one. Sighing, I look at him looking at me. “Why did that have to be so difficult?”
“Because, buttercup, I’m not a submissive, and I’m hard-headed.” He’s being honest, at least.
Letting the whip go, I sit down next to him. “When I untie you, I want you to rip up the contract.”
“I can’t.”
Hurt washes through me, but I keep my composure and look at him. “Why not?”
“Because it’s in my safe in my office.”
My heart feels so much hope right now, I feel crazy good. “Is that the only reason?”
Chris searches my eyes and smiles at me. “No. I think you need a Daddy.”
He’s not wrong, but that’s not what this is about. “You’re right, but I want to be with you on terms where there’s no contract that holds my entire life in your hands.”
My lower lip starts to tremble and I get up. Turning away from him, I go into the restroom to compose myself. I cannot get too emotional or he will use it against me. I know what I want from him. The biggest thing I want is for him to say he loves me. This should be something I steel myself against that may not ever happen.
Going back into the bedroom, I look at his cock, and it’s still throbbing. Chris has to be in pain. “Little one, please let my dick go free. I’m in so much pain.”
He begs me so sweetly. I want to believe that if I do let him go, he will be good and do what we both need. Unfortunately, I’m doubtful he will. “Why should I do that, Christopher? You aren’t agreeing on what is important for both of us.”
“I want you. Forever.” He stares at me, and I want to believe that means more than just owning me.
“As your slave?” I question him, my hands fisting at my sides.
