Page 27 of Violent Delights

“You want to come again, don’t you?” I ask back.

She swallows hard, not deigning me with a response.

“Well,” I say, getting up from the bed. “You may have an idea of what this is going to look like, but I will explain it to you anyway. Get up from the bed.”

As she follows my command, I walk over to the dresser next to the bed, opening one of the upper drawers. Everything in here, even the drawers in this dresser, can only be opened with keys that I possess. She’s not supposed to have access to the toys I will be using; it’s better that way. She’s going to get addicted to the thrill I give her, the pain and the orgasms, but I want to own every single one of them. She’s not allowed to do anything to herself and not to try anything without me present.

I retrieve what I was looking for and bring a black leather leash with me when I return to her. Much to my surprise, she’s standing next to the bed, still naked, not even attempting to wrap the towel around her.

“Good girl,” I say to her, even though her look suggests that she doesn’t understand what I’m praising her for.

“Now, get down on your knees,” I add, pointing to the floor right next to my feet. “Sit on your heels, hands on your thighs.”

She pauses for a moment, giving me a look as if to say that there’s no way in hell that she’s obeying my words. But she doesn’t need more than a raised eyebrow to be reminded of her place. She kneels in front of me, placing her hands on her thighs, but not in the way I want her to.

“Palms up,” I say. “And straighten your back. Look up at me.”

She sighs and even though I cannot see it, I’m sure she’s rolling her eyes at me before she lifts her chin and meets my eyes.

“Better,” I say. “Not good, but better. Stay like this, but open your legs for me.”

She sneers at me through narrowed eyes, but obliges and moves her knees apart.

“Good,” I conclude. “Remember this position. I want to see you like this every time I walk into the room, and every time I tell you to kneel. Understand?”

She nods. “Yeah.”

A bolt of fury races through my chest. Is she really that forgetful, or do my words mean nothing to her?

“What have I told you to?” I snap at her. “How are you to reply to me?”

She sighs again. “Yes, Master.”

“All that forgetting and sighing won’t be ignored,” I warn her. “You better watch yourself.”

She presses her lips together, most likely to keep herself from retorting with a sassy response. Her eyes follow me as I drop down onto my knees in front of her and attach the leash to the ring on her collar.

“Every pet needs a leash,” I say. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

Her eyes are piercing, dazed with anger and worry. She’s angry but alert at the same time, sensing my fury. She may not fear me in the same way she did when I first brought her here, but she has an idea of the beast existing inside of me. She knows I don’t want to hurt her, but she knows that I will if she gives me a reason.

And she has given me plenty.

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