Page 30 of Violent Cravings

She moans deeply and casts a seductive smile at me. That little minx.

“Now, let’s try this one more time,” I tell her, relishing the sight of her face falling when she realizes that the runway training is not over yet.

I release her, backing away from her with deliberately slow steps. It allows her to stare at my erection visibly bulding out against the front of my trousers. Yearning and desire is written all over her pretty face, as she gapes mesmerized at the sight of it. She winces when I clear my throat in an attempt to remind her of the first and most important rule – to keep her eyes locked on mine – and she finally redirects her eyes to meet my gaze like she’s supposed to.

There are questions filling her eyes, questions she doesn’t dare ask.

Why are you doing this to me?

Why can’t we just fuck?

“This is what I want you to do,” I say, answering her unspoken questions. “Remember, you’re here to please me.”

I know she wants to roll her eyes at me, but she doesn‘t, making a conscious effort to impress me.

I know I won’t be able to break her habit of hiding her beauty overnight – it’s something she’s been doing for years of slouching – but I want her to understand what it is I’m trying to teach her. I want her to grow under my guidance, as short-term as it may be.

I want her self-confidence and poise to blossom under my supervision. She deserves to feel as beautiful inside as she is on the outside, and I want her to portray that beauty to the world and everyone in it.

And, truth be told, it’s just so much sexier to play with a girl who knows how beautiful and vibrant she is. I will earn her submission, and she will earn the pleasure that comes with submitting to me, and not only through the money I pay her. It will be earned by teaching her how she should be treated – how she deserves and needs to be treated.

She just doesn’t realize it yet.

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