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There had to be some flaw in his thinking, because she was sure he would meet her needs. His mastery would fulfill her as nothing ever had. “What can I give you?” she asked. “How can I prove that I’ll do anything for you?”
“There you go with the ‘I’ll do anything’ again.”
“Mr. Lemaitre, please! What can I offer that would satisfy your desires? What would make it worthwhile for you?”
Again, that slow, almost threatening gaze of consideration. His eyes traveled over her, his lips drawn into a contemplative line. “You’ll do anything?”
“Anything, I swear. There’s nothing you could ask for that I wouldn’t gladly do.”
The air seemed to grow heavy between them. She knew she was being impulsive again, but she didn’t care. Everything she’d said was true. After a moment, he made a small motion of annoyance. His expression hardened to something like stone.
“If that’s how you feel,” he said, “then I want a no-limits arrangement. Complete and utter ownership, no holds barred. No negotiation, no contracts, no release clauses. Your body is mine for one month, for whatever I desire.”
Whatever I desire. The idea excited her so much she could barely breathe, but she forced herself to stop, to clarify his terms. “So I would have no rights in this relationship?”
“None.”
“You could do whatever you wanted to me, and I couldn’t stop you? What if you decided you wanted to kill me?”
“Then I get to kill you. Honestly, the way you perturb me, I would put the odds of a murder at 2 to 1.”
She decided he was kidding, although he didn’t have the slightest hint of humor in his demeanor. “Do you really want that?” she asked. “You really want...me...for a month? Does that mean...” She could barely say the words. “Does that mean I would become your slave?”
Some wary expression flitted across his face. His voice was light, almost a whisper, when he answered. “You have been my slave for some time now, haven’t you? You might think on whether it’s what you really want.”
She didn’t have to think. “I want it. I’m sure of it. Completely sure.”
“You have no misgivings? No questions to ask?”
“No. If this is what you want—”
“Ah, finally, she is thinking about what I want,” he said to the ceiling. “Perhaps there is hope.” He looked back at her, shifting so the bulge beneath his robe grew even more apparent. “I believe in information, in negotiation, so let me tell you this. You will not be my play slave. You will not be my lover, girlfriend, or funslut. You’ll be my real slave. You’ll do what I say, whatever I say. You’ll put aside any wants, needs, desires, and uncomfortable feelings that get in the way of me getting what I want. You’ll eat what I say, you’ll sleep where I say, you’ll wear what I say, and you’ll submit to every single act I choose to visit upon your body, whether it horrifies you or not. I’ll fuck you when I want, I’ll beat you when I want, and I’ll ignore you when I want. I’ll make you wait for my company until you’re in agony, and then I’ll ignore you some more just because it makes me hard to play with your emotions. I’ll do everything in my power to fuck you up because that’s what brings me pleasure. If you want to belong to me, Valentina, that’s what it entails.”
Every word out of his mouth made her wetter, not that she understood why. She only knew she wanted to be his, and if that meant giving up everything else, well...it was only for a month. It was twenty-nine days more than she’d ever expected him to give her.
“I want that.” Three words. She couldn’t come up with any more. There was very little blood left in her brain.
“I’m going to make you sign something. You’re going to give me your word and your consent, and you’re not going to back out of it. You’re not going to be able to cry, beg, or plead your way out of this if we proceed. This isn’t a game. Do you understand?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“Yes, Master,” he corrected.
“Yes, Master,” she said, a thrill shivering through her. He was going to do this. He was going to master her, make her his slave. She could barely contain her excitement.
He blinked at her a moment, then stood. “Don’t move.”
She lay where she was on her stomach, aroused by the curt command in his voice. He left the room and returned a moment later with a black marker in his hand. It wasn’t the fine-tipped kind. It had a great big cap on a wide, slanted tip. He gestured her over.
“Stand up. Stand here beside me.” He pointed to the floor at his right.
She scrambled off the bed to stand where he indicated, and then her mouth dropped open as he put the pen to the pristine white wall between the two beds. In a large, scrawling hand he wrote I belong to Le Maître, along with a beginning date—today’s date, January 15—and an ending date, February 14. With a slash of his arm he made a line.
“Your full name, ma mignonne,” he said, handing her the marker.
She paused a moment, turning the pen in her fingers. Did she trust him?
She put the pen to the smooth, white paint and signed Valentina Maria-Rosa Sancia, and in a fit of whimsy, dotted all three i’s with hearts.
He met her eyes with a warm smile, and she returned a giddy grin.
“May I have my pen?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.”
He took it from her and capped it, and tossed it on the bed, then turned back to her, shrugging off his robe. He was so perfect, so strong and finely formed. She took in his proud shoulders, his flat abs tapering down to defined pelvic furrows, and his cock... He was so big and thick, that even hard, his cock pulled downward. It bobbed back and forth as he turned to the nightstand beside the bed and yanked it open.
“Bend over the bed,” he said, drawing out a condom. “Brace yourself on your arms.”
Yes, oh God. Yes. Finally. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her. All this time she’d dreamed of it, hoped for it. She moved obediently to the bed and bent over it, wincing a little at the sore areas of her back.
Behind her, he made a tsk of a sound. “Why did they do this to you? Idiots. I won’t be able to mark you for a few more days, until your skin has healed.” He traced a few of the cuts, light whispers of sensation. “I think the medicine’s well enough into your wounds for a good fucking though, eh?”
“Whatever pleases you, Master,” she said. Yes, that sounded very slavelike and good.
“I don’t need your agreement,” he snapped. “It was a rhetorical question. Eyes forward. Look down at the bed.”
Valentina bit her lip, afraid to say anything else, even “Yes, Master.” She heard the rattle of the condom as he unwrapped it, and some other wet sound. Lubricant?
She felt one hand at her waist. The other nudged between her ass cheeks. Oh. God.
“Master,” she whispered. “I—”
“Silence. Not a word. If you can’t be quiet, rest assured I’ll find ways to punish you that don’t involve your back.” His hand left her hip and wrapped in her hair, jerking her head back. She cried out, feeling a rush of fear.
Don’t hurt me, please. But he was going to hurt her. She’d expected pleasure, like when he’d gone down on her in his dungeon. She’d begged him to f
uck her. Well, she was getting fucked all right, but not in the way she’d fantasized. She keened through her teeth as he pressed his cock to the tight bud of her ass. You’ll submit to every single act I choose to visit upon your body, whether it horrifies you or not.
Her ass ached at the pressure, the ring refusing to admit him. When he made no forward progress, his hand tightened in her hair. “You asked for this,” he taunted. “Submit to me. If you can endure being bled by a whip with a noose around your neck, you can endure being sodomized by a slightly outsized cock.”
Slightly? she thought. With the help of copious lube, he slowly pried her open. She braced against the bed and groaned, her hands in fists against the rising agony. At last the head popped in, but it offered no relief. He stopped, letting go of her hair to grasp both her hips. She prepared to scream. If he drove into her she knew it would tear her, perhaps even kill her…
But he didn’t. Instead he rocked in her, a centimeter forward, a centimeter back as he worked himself inside her. She’d had anal sex before but never with such a large man. She waited for the muscles to relax, to accustom to his girth, but the adjustment never came and he drove deeper and deeper. Her toes curled against the cold floor.
Finally, she couldn’t bear it. She reached back, twisting to look up at him. “Please, Master.”
“Please what? You must have realized my attentions came at a price.”
She sucked in a breath, making little pants. “It hurts. It really...please… I’m trying to submit to you but...it really...hurts.”
She was lifted and pushed toward the wall, driven by his hands and his cock still buried inside her tender place. He pressed against her back and put a hand on either side of her head, and turned her face so her nose landed on one of the hearts of her name. “You signed that not five minutes ago. Now look at it while I fuck you, and remember you promised to do anything. Relax your goddamned asshole so I can get in.” On the words “relax” and “goddamned” he slapped her flank, sharp, hard cracks that made her cry out.
