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Oscar

She’s so much more perfect than I could have possibly imagined.

“You’re pretty, pet.”

“Don’t call me that,” she says.

“New rule,” I say. “No talking.”

She presses her lips together. I can tell staying silent is hard for her.

“Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

She shakes her head.

“Good. Then let’s get you into the bedroom.” Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t say anything. “I’m not going to fuck you,” I add.

Is it just me, or does she look disappointed?

“Until you beg me to,” I say.

Yeah, she looks relieved.

Interesting.

I never thought Dolly was the kind of woman who would fall for an asshole like me, yet here we are. I take her hand and lead her through the luxurious apartment. We slip down the hallway past my office, bathroom, and guest room. Then we reach my room.

She gasps as we enter the room. The walls are painted red, but the ceiling is black. A four-poster bed sits in the center of the room. It’s covered with a red comforter, black throw pillows.

“Get on the bed,” I say.

“Oscar.”

I grab her by the throat, kiss her hard.

“Say my name again,” I say.

“Oscar.”

“Again.”

“Oscar.”

“Now shut the fuck up and get on the bed.”

She moans as she scurries toward the bed. She climbs on, settles in the center, and looks at me.

“You’re not leaving this bed until morning,” I say.

“Okay,” she says.

I walk to my ornate wooden dresser. I’m silent as I fish around for a handful of ties. Then I come back to the bed and secure each of her arms to the bed posts.

“What are you doing?”

“No more questions. I’ll gag you.”

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