Page 27 of Violent Cravings

Chapter 15

Laura

I was scared when I first got here. I couldn’t see a thing, I had no idea where we were going, and the longer the drive took, the more suspicious I grew of the guy behind the wheel. The drive was a lot longer than the last time I was brought to Ryan’s place.

Master, I correct myself. I’m no longer allowed to call him Ryan; the instructions were clear.

Or else...

I don’t really know what will happen if I make a mistake. Will he warn me? Spank me? He never said anything about giving me warnings before he punishes me, but I know I’ve displeased him on several occasions since he stepped into the room. He scolded me for slouching, he scolded me for not being able to walk in my heels, but I have yet to receive an actual punishment.

My eyes rest on the leather cuffs around my wrist, but just for a moment before he reminds me to keep my eyes focused on him once again.

If he’s counting strikes against me, this must have been my last one. He looks agitated.

“Now,” he says. “Do you know what will happen next?”

We fuck, I think, but I know that’s not what he wants to hear. This is more than just sex, he told me.

“No, master, I don’t,” I reply. “Will you tell me?”

He smiles at me, visibly pleased at my correct wording. He’s wearing a suit again, a black one as far as I can tell in the dark. He’s wearing a slim tie as well. It appears to be slightly lighter-colored than the suit, a dark gray maybe. His jaw is clean-shaven and his black hair is gelled immaculately to the side. A part of me wants to ruffle that hair and reveal the boyish charm he hides under his well-groomed exterior.

I discovered he’s a person who is easy to stalk on the internet, so I know that he’s only six years older than me, even though he appears to be a lot more mature. He may only be a few years my senior, but he’s accomplished so much more within those years than I ever will. I wonder what else I will learn about him.

“It’s quite simple, really,” he says. “All you have to do is obey my commands. When I tell you to kneel, you kneel. When I tell you to walk up and down like a runway model, you do it. When I tell you to crawl on all fours, you crawl. When I tell you to spread your legs for me, you spread your legs. Understand?”

I blush at his last words. Something about the self-evident way he says these things is touching me in a way I didn’t think possible. He talks to me as if I was his property.

Which I am.

Why do I find that thought so arousing?

“Yes, master,” I say, aware that he can see right through me. He knows the effect he has on me; there’s no sense trying to hide it.

“Good girl,” he says. “Now, show me how well you can behave. Walk for me, just like you did before, but this time, I want you to do it right.”

I furrow my eyebrows. “What do you mean by right?”

He casts me a warning look.

“Master,” I hurry to add. “What’s do you mean by “right,” master?”

He nods, casting me a look that tells me enough to know that he won’t tolerate a lot more blunders like this.

“Show me how pretty you are,” he says. “Don’t try to hide your beauty.”

I don’t really know what to make of that, but it’s all he’s giving me. He steps back, making a wide gesture across the room to encourage me.

I take a deep breath and try to do as I’m told. So much for my hope that there wouldn’t be a lot of walking involved. I can barely keep my balance in these damn heels, my ankles roll on almost every second step, and I have to stretch my arms out to the sides, as if I was walking on a rope. This is not elegant at all, but I’m trying my best.

It doesn’t help that he scolds me every time I lower my eyes to watch my feet.

“Eyes on me!”

His voice grows harder every time.

“Straighten your back! Look up! Head high!”

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