Page 12 of Blue Velvet

“Please. I need to pee.”

I chuckle. “So? Do you honestly think that concerns me?”

Itdoesconcern me, but she doesn’t need to know that. However, this is a good opportunity for her to learn her first lesson.

Her horrified expression quickly changes to annoyance.

“Just tell me what to do,” she presses. “And I’ll do it. Just, please...”

She bites her lower lip. “How am I supposed to be a good girl if you don’t tell me what to do?”

She flinches when I place a hand on her forehead, softly brushing a strand of hair away. It’s easy to tell that this isn’t her real hair color. I wonder who she dyed it for? I don’t like it. It doesn’t suit her.

She whimpers and shifts on the rack. “Please.”

“I will untie you,” I promise. “Under two conditions. First, no fighting, no screaming, no insulting, no kicking, no biting, no-”

“For God’s sake,” she cuts me off. “Yes, yes, yes. I won’t do an-”

She stops when she sees me raising my hand. I don’t like hitting women in the face, but she just rubs me the wrong way. Luckily, a simple threat suffices. She freezes, terror coating her beautifully fucked-up face as she stares at me.

“No face hitting,” she whispers. “No face hitting.”

I don’t know why, but her words cut right through me. She speaks them like a reminder, as if there was such a thing as a contract between us - as if I was about to overstep one of her hard limits.

I get sick at the thought of not knowing her hard limits. How the fuck did I ever think I could do this?

I clear my throat.

“No face hitting,” I agree, trying to play it cool. “And no interrupting.”

She nods.

“Second,” I add. “I’m coming with you. You’re not going anywhere without me, not even to the bathroom.”

She looks horrified, but only for a split second, before she nods eagerly. “Yes, whatever you wish.”

Whatever I wish? Fuck, she must be desperate.

I begin by unfastening her ankles, holding her in place at first because she might use the first chance she gets to kick me. But, of course, she doesn’t. My little lamb barely moves, even when all of her limbs are untied. She groans in relief when I release her wrists and slowly, very slowly, lowers her arms, gently rubbing her wrists as she places them on top of her ample chest.

She jerks away when I lean forward to remove the cloth from around her neck and help her sit up. Her dark green eyes dart up, searching mine, but I don’t reciprocate her look. She’s trembling and barely able to keep her balance, soon seeking my support as I help her down from the rack. There’s a bathroom connected to the dungeon that offers all the luxuries one could ask for - including a hot tub. The smile that appears on her face when I help her inside the room tells me that she appreciates the white marble room as much as any other girl did before, if not more.

“Are you sure you want to see this?” she asks, shyly turning to me as I close the door behind us and let go of her. I position myself next to the door, crossing my arms in front of my chest and beckoning her to move on.

“I decide what’s shared between us,” I say. “Not you.”

She furls her eyebrows but refrains from protesting. I take no particular joy in watching her do this, but it’s not about the act itself, it’s not even about the humiliation that comes with it. It’s just about the fact that Icando this, and that she’s not in the position to stop me from watching her. If anything, this is a convenient shortcut to intimacy between us, and evoking much needed humility on her part.

She hides her face from me the entire time, and I can tell that she tries to be as elegant as one possibly can be in such a situation. It’s flattering that she’s trying to impress me. She fixes her skirt when she’s done, but when she walks over to the sink to wash her hands, I stop her by grabbing her forearm. She flinches, looking at me with an alert expression.

“You’re going to take a bath,” I tell her.

“With you?” she asks.

I huff. “Get undressed.”

I let go of her and turn toward the hot tub to begin drawing her a bath. She’s still standing in the same spot, frozen like a statue, after I turned on the hot water.

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