Page 2 of Under Their Watch

“To The Cherry,” he says. “It is a BDSM club, and there is someone there I want you to meet.”

“Yes, Master,” I reply. Marvin looks me over and sighs.

“Did you gain weight? That dress wasn’t always this tight on you,” he remarks, smacking my belly fat.

“No, Master,” I reply. “I weighed one pound less this morning.”

“Hmm…” he says. “We will need to get a new scale, because you look fatter.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” I say, trying to fight back tears. He hates when I cry.

“Go get in the car,” he commands.

“Yes, Master,” I say.

I gently walk to the door and try not to step too heavily. He tells me I need to walk like a skinny person and stop stomping, so I do my best to walk softly. When I get to the car, I clasp my hands in my lap and stare straight ahead, just like I’ve been taught to. When Marvin gets to the car, we ride in complete silence.

I am chewing on the inside of my cheek and picking at my nails, trying to stay calm. I don’t trust how calmheis. He is never this calm.Ever. He always has something to critique. He hasn’t even raised his voice at me. My mind is going in a thousand different directions, and I can’t slow it down. I can’t stop thinking about the absolute worst-case scenario.

“I’m sorry for disobeying you,” I say quietly.

“It’s fine,” he says simply.

Yeah… He’s angry. Right? I’m so goddamn confused. Marvin isn’t a soft man. He leads with force. He always has. In thebeginning, I thought it was sweet that he was taking care of me, but then he started to take over my life. Mom and Dad weren’t even this controlling. I had friends… dreams… I had the whole world. I thought he was my escape. Now I know he was my prison.

When we pull into a parking spot, he gets out and walks around to get my door. I am stunned by this gesture, so I don’t move. He gently grabs my wrist and pulls me out before wrapping his arm around my waist. He’s not going to kill me in public, is he? Maybe this place is run by the mafia. That has to be it. He’s trading me for cocaine. Maybe he has a gambling debt.

When we get to the door, he stops and turns to me. “You’ll be a good girl, right?” he asks, gently cupping my cheek.

“Yes, Master,” I whimper. I’m about to fucking die, and I don’t know how to get myself out of this.

He smiles at me and there is evil in his eyes as he wipes away my tears. “Let’s go in, Rhea. We shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

“Wh-Who?” I stammer.

“You’ll see,” he says before tugging me along with him.

When we walk in, we are greeted by a beautiful woman at the front desk. “Marvin,” she says flatly. “Are you going to behave?”

“It’s always a pleasure, Emma,” he says with a sweet smile. “This is my wife, Rhea.”

“Nice to meet you, Rhea,” Emma says to me.

“Don’t you know better than to talk to someone’s submissive?” Marvin asks, raising an eyebrow at the woman.

“My apologies,” she says with a forced smile. “I could have swornyouwere the submissive.

“Funny,” Marvin deadpans.

“She needs to fill out paperwork,” Emma says.

“Seriously?” Marvin asks with a huff.

“You know the rules, Marvin. Everyone who comes into this building is accounted for now,” she says. “That requires me to talk to her.”

“Go ahead,” Marvin says, looking at me.

“It’s really simple, Rhea. Just grab a pen and fill this out. You can step over here and I can get your husband checked in,” she says.

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