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“Go to hell,” she said as she hit the top stair.
She turned and ran down the hall, the skirt of her green dress trailing after her, attached by only a few threads.
She ran from me.
No one had ever actually run from me. Usually, they backed away slowly, tail tucked firmly between their legs, or they turned and stormed out. But no one had physically run from me before.
Silly little girl. Hadn’t her bitch mother ever told her not to run from a predator?
Because we like the chase.
I climbed up the rest of the stairs and ran after her, feeling truly alive.
My heart raced, my cock harder than ever before. I needed her under me now. I needed to make her submit to me.
There had never been a woman who had put up so much of a fight. Ever since I was a teenager, the second a woman heard my last name, she practically begged to suck me off, or she tripped over herself trying to open her legs for me.
Amelia was the first to ever tell me “no.”
The first woman to fight me.
This chase was something new, and it was invigorating. She slammed the heavy white door in my face and slid the lock into place before I could grasp the delicate golden handle.
I slammed both palms against the door. “Amelia, open this door!” I raged, twisting the doorknob and beating the hand-carved wooden door panel with the side of my fist.
“No.” Her scream was muffled by the door. She sounded scared and panicked. I liked it. My cock had never been so hard. I could feel my pulse in my balls.
“Amelia, open this fucking door or I will break it down!”
It wasn’t an idle threat. I had no idea how I would explain a broken door to her parents, but I didn’t really care. She was mine, and nothing came between me and what was mine.
“No!”
“You will open this door and accept your punishment. Then you will change into a more appropriate dress that I will pick out since you have clearly lost your mind.”
“You will never lay a hand on me,” she yelled. “I want you to leave. I’m not going anywhere with you! Ever!” Her voice had escalated to a scream.
Time for a new tactic.
“Amelia, you’re a smart girl. Let me lay out your choices for you. You will take off that dress and unlock this door, then you will get on your knees like a good girl and show me how sorry you are for making us late. Then you will be dressed and ready to leave and you will spend the rest of the night behaving.”
“Pass!” she screamed back.
“Option two. You take off that fucking dress, open this door and take your punishment, then you dress, we go, and you have a sore ass the rest of the night.”
“I said no!” she screamed again, and I lost my patience. This wasn’t fun anymore. It was infuriating.
“The last fucking option is I break down this door, and I come in there and show you what happens to little girls who refuse to learn their fucking place.”
“Fuck you!” she shouted.
“Fine, have it your way! Just remember, I tried to be reasonable.” I took a few steps back and ran at the door, ramming it with my shoulder. It shook but didn’t budge. Pain erupted through my shoulder as I hit some ridiculous ribbons and flowers that had been carved out of wood and attached to the door.
The pain was good. It focused my rage and fueled it.
“Leave now or I will call the police.”
“I own the fucking police!”
