Page 15 of Violent Cravings

Chapter 8

Ryan

She’s mine, but she doesn’t know it yet. I can see it in every look she gives me, every movement she makes, every breath she takes. Sweet Laura is shifting on her seat, trying to hide her desire behind a wall of suspicion and questions she doesn’t really want the answers to.

She has yet to ask me the real questions plaguing her mind. I know she will say yes, but she can’t let herself go there just yet.

If it’s too hard for her to come up with the right questions, I might have to help her along.

“Have you ever been someone’s submissive?” I ask her.

She blushes at the question, and before she’s able to reply, she has to reach for her glass one more time, taking a large sip of the soothing liquid.

“No,” she says after putting the glass down. For a moment, it seems as if she wants to say more, but whatever it is, she decides to keep it to herself.

“Do you know what it means?” I continue my prompting.

A smile joins the pink flush on her cheeks.

“Yes, I think I do,” she says, barely able to look at me.

“You think you do,” I repeat. “Would you care to elaborate?”

Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head.

“What does it mean to you?” she wants to know instead, turning the tables back to me.

Fair enough. She deserves to know.

“It means that you disregard your will and desires, and agree to let me take care of you, in every way, for as long as you are mine. Some people call it power play, and I think that is quite suitable. You surrender your will to me. You’ll do exactly as I please, exactly as I command you to do, and if you fail to please me, you’ll be punished. And when you do please me, you will be rewarded. It’s that simple, really.”

She bites her lower lip as she listens to my words.

“Rewards,” she repeats. “You mean, the money?”

I shake my head.

“No, the money has nothing to do with it. You are paid for agreeing to spend those twenty-four hours with me and obeying the rules that come along with it.”

“But what if I break the rules?” she asks. “Will that be when I’m punished?”

I shake my head.

“Failing to obey me doesn’t necessarily mean you’re breaking the rules,” I say. “Here, let me show you.”

I open the folder to search for another document, the contract that lays out the framework of my agreements with the girls.

“This has to remain between us,” I warn her, before handing her the paper.

She nods as she takes the contract, curiously scanning through it. It doesn’t state any details about what she can expect to happen between us, but it provides a general outline of the necessary confidentiality, indicates she can’t leave my house, use the internet, or make phone calls while she’s with me, and includes a non-disclosure obligation.

“This is more than just rules,” she says. “This a legal contract.”

“Correct,” I agree. “I expect compliance in every aspect. And if these conditions aren’t met on your end, I have no reason to hold up my end of the deal.”

“You mean you wouldn’t pay me,” she clarifies.

I nod. “We would also run into some legal trouble. Obviously.”

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