Page 6 of Good Girl

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Vin

She bangs on the trunk as I haul her possessions to the car and pile them in the back seat. I think I have everything she’ll want until she settles into some kind of routine and I allow her more. Either more of her own belongings or, if she wants, new stuff. She has to earn everything she wants though, including the clothes on her back. Cadence is about to learn what happens when she crosses her Master, pushes him too far.

As far as I’m concerned, the moment she walked out my door with every intention of seeing another man, she rendered our original contract null and void. The contract with all of her hard limits written out in ink along with the paragraph that says her private life is her own and I cannot interfere. I’d signed it knowing, even then, that her private life would very much become a concern of mine.

Thus, I’d added an amendment. One that she doesn’t remember. At the very bottom of the contract, negotiating our BDSM situation, I’d written, “If circumstances change in either party’s life then this contract can be considered null and void.”

What Cadence has failed to comprehend, is that the amendment doesn’t mean she can walk away free and clear. No, it means exactly what it says. If she chooses to leave, the contract becomes void. I can finally take my submissive in exactly the way I’ve wanted from the beginning. A full-time sub. The woman of my dreams bowing to each and every command I give her. Because she has no other choice.

My cock perks up at the thought and I have to remind it that the time will come, just not yet. We need to have patience. Breaking Cadence is going to take time. But once she’s there, once she’s my good girl again, I’ll take her the way I want her, the way we both crave. Once we’re past the darkness I’ll give her paradise.

The drive to my home isn’t long. I blast the music in Cadence’s car to muffle the sounds of her thumping as I drive. I pull into my garage alongside my Harley. I left my Range Rover in the driveway so I could get Cadence into the house with the minimum of fuss. I don’t need a neighbour to see. They won’t understand.

I open the trunk and look down at my prize in the bright lights of the garage. She’s laying on her side, her arms bent behind her back where they’re cuffed. She throws her head back and stares up at me with every ounce of loathing she’s probably feeling right now. Her vibrant red hair is streaming over her shoulders and her face is dripping with tears. I reach out. She flinches back, but I catch her chin. I rub my thumb through the mascara tracks on her cheek, thoroughly enjoying the look. Cadence doesn’t often look this dishevelled. And she rarely cries, even when I force my cock to the back of her mouth. She chokes on it like a good little girl and blinks the tears away.

I’ve always wanted to play with her hard enough to draw the tears from her, but she’d written into our contract that I couldn’t give her more strikes than we’d agreed on before each session. Even punishment was negotiated until she was comfortable. For a Dom, I’d felt distinctly topped by her attitude. However, at the time, I’d been willing to let her win the small points. I’d known my time would come. That eventually Cadence would fall into my sole keeping and our pre-negotiated rules would no longer stand.

Now, with steady tear tracks down her face, she looks truly stunning. Her skirt has ridden up her thighs and sits just above the crotch of her red panties. I haven’t seen these before. I tug the skirt a few more inches and flick my finger against her silk-covered pussy. Her hips jerk back and she presses her thighs tight together.

“These are new. You wear them for your doctor friend?”

She screams something at me. Something I can’t catch but can imagine. My Cadence is a fighter. It’s going to take time to break her spirit.

I lift her from the trunk and drop her over my shoulder. She cries out at the impact of her belly against my shoulder and lays limp for a moment. I’m able to carry her into the house and down the stairs before she starts fighting me again. I drop her on the floor, not bothering to soften the blow to her ass since she can’t catch herself with her hands. She shrieks behind the gag and winces. The floor is rubber padded so I’m not concerned.

I bend down in front of her, crouching, crowding her. She tries to scoot back but her shoulders hit the cage beneath my bed. She draws her knees up and to the side, curling against the bed. I can see fear warring with anger in her shimmering grey eyes. The way she’s looking at me is like an aphrodisiac. It’s everything I ever wanted from her, tried to force from her, but couldn’t quite get. Undiluted emotion.

I pinch her chin and force her face up until she focuses on me. She blinks a few times, tries to drag her chin back, fails, and settles for glaring. “I know you’re angry, Cadence. Maybe a little afraid. But you need to listen close. I’m no longer your good guy easy-going Dominant that’ll listen to your limits and stop when I’m told.” Her chest is heaving and her face is flushed. I can’t tell if she’s taking any of this in or if she’s too close to hysteria to process. I continue speaking. “You belong to me now. Completely and without reservations. I am your Master.”

She blinks up at me, her brow furrowed. The tears have stopped and she appears to be listening. I reach behind her head. “I’m going to take the gag off now. There’s no point in your screaming down here. I’ve sound proofed the entire space.”

Her eyes spark angrily as I remove the gag. She coughs a little as I drag it from her mouth and then licks her lips. As soon as she can speak, she hisses at me, her voice rough from screaming, “What the fuck have you done, Vin?”

I slap her cheek. Hard enough to snap her head to the side, then I take her chin and force her face back around. Her cheek is now bright red and she looks shocked. I’ve never hit her that hard before. Never the face. She’s definitely in for a steep learning curve. We’re going to do a lot of things she’s never experienced before.

“No swearing, Cadence. Good girls aren’t allowed to use filthy language.”

“I’m not your good girl, you psycho – ”

I cut her off by taking her neck in my hand, slamming her back against the cage and slapping each cheek. When I force her face back around I can see tears pooling once more in her brilliant eyes. Satisfaction is flooding my body. Satisfaction and peace. I know I’ve done the right thing in bringing Cadence here. Making her my slave.

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