He’s lying. He must be. I can’t help but hope.
“Please. Just another chance.” I take a hesitant step forward as he punches the code into the keypad.
He turns to face me with sympathy in his eyes. “We’ll try again at dinner.” Before he leaves me alone again, he turns to face me. “I’m going easy on you right now, but remember this is only because it’s your first day and we haven’t discussed terms yet.” He looks at me expectantly as I wipe the angry tears from my eyes.
“I expect you to answer me,” he says with the hint of a threat in his voice. “You will look at me when I’m speaking to you.”
My eyes dart around as my breath catches in my throat. I don’t even remember what he said. My mouth parts, but words don’t come out.
He takes long, quick strides toward me, letting the door fall shut behind him. I cower and find my back up against the wall again. He stops inches away from me like last time, but this time he grips the nape of my neck and pulls me toward him.
“I want you so fucking badly.” His low voice sends a chill down my body. “I want to show you how good this is going to be.” His fingers tangle in my hair, and he makes a fist at the base of my head, forcing me to expose my neck to him.
He leans forward, pressing his body against mine and his large erection digs into my belly. Being held like this sends a need coursing through my body. Every nerve ending is on alert and ready to spark to life. I clench my thighs as my nipples harden.
He leaves an open-mouthed kiss on my neck. It's so gentle, and so at odds with everything else.
“You’ll learn to obey me, kitten, and you’ll fucking love it when you do.” His hand pushes between my legs and he cups my pussy. His lips brush against my ear as he whispers. “I will give you everything you need. Everything you want. But you need to submit to me.” His hot breath gently caressing my sensitive skin forces a moan from my lips. He takes my earlobe into his mouth and gently nips it. “You’re going to beg me to fuck you, kitten. I’ll wait for it. I’ll wait for you to beg me.”
With that, he leaves me. My body sags against the wall and the chill of the damp cell replaces his warmth. I take in a ragged breath and barely catch sight of him as he leaves me cold and alone. I watch the door close quickly behind him, like he couldn’t get out fast enough.
I close my eyes, hating that I’m so turned on by him. I shouldn’t be. All of this is wrong in every way. Even worse, I hate that I already crave his touch.
6
Anthony
I hear the door shut with a loud click and lean back, revelling in how perfect she is. She’s caught up in her own mind and holding back, but she’s exactly how I dreamed she’d be.
It’s going to be so fucking good when she finally lets go. I need to break those walls down and I’m doing that as soon as fucking possible. Fuck patience. She needs a push. She’s desperate to get out of that room and I can’t blame her. Come tonight, if I don’t let her out, she’ll be sleeping on a hard as fuck floor. I don’t want that for her, and I don’t want her in that cell. But I don’t have a choice. She needs to learn.
The thought brings to mind the memory of her scraping her teeth against my finger. If I’m honest with myself, it was hot as hell. I love how brazen she is, but she knew what she was doing.
She had to be punished. There’s a lot of research on the psychology of motivation via punishment and reward. Reward is always better, but when punishment needs to happen it’s best if the severity of the punishment is in direct proportion to the offense. Ideally it should also be swift, taking place as soon as possible after the misdeed. If you merely give a slap on the wrist, the behaviour is more than likely to occur again, and also more likely to be a worse transgression.
I needed that punishment to be aggressive to keep her from pushing. But I didn’t like that I had to do it. It’s better now that it’s over with. Hopefully things will continue to go as planned, and the next time she pushes it’ll be minimal. And that way I can get my hands on her ass and move this along to other forms of play.
My fingers twitch with the need to touch her again. I don’t know if she noticed how she rocked her cunt against my hand. I know she was hot and wet from what we did, and she should have been. There’s nothing wrong with being turned on by what happened. It’s natural.
I just need to break down the social constructs she has built in her head. She has to learn to give in to her needs and desires. She has to learn to trust that I’m gonna give her everything she could ever want. The life she’s built; she can have it. But I can add so much more. I can let her give in to her own dark desires and show her a world she’s only dreamed of. I’ll teach her that. Tonight, I’ll give her a test, and if she obeys the one command I give her, I'll let her out of that room. That will be huge for us. I only hope she doesn’t disappoint me.
She’s too headstrong and preoccupied with right and wrong. She knows she wants this, but I don’t think a girl like her gives into desires. She’s strict in her regimen and doesn’t reward herself much. I’ll have to ease her into enjoying this, one reward at a time.
I make my way to the dining room where I left my phone and cringe when I see I’ve missed messages. Three are from Vince. I put my password in and take a look. The first and most recent text is from Tommy, my brother, but also my partner in the hits.
Cassys have another for us.
Cassys are the Cassanos. Ever since we started taking on outside hits, they’ve been good customers. Apparently, they get pissed off. A lot.
The next three are from Vince. It looks like he sent them within minutes of each other, and the first one arrived almost immediately after my last message to him.
They seem to be under a different impression.
They want a timeline.
We’re talking tonight.
Fuck. I don’t like any of the shit in those messages. I don’t really give a fuck what impression the Cassanos are under. I bought her freedom from them. If they changed their minds, that’s on them. I don’t have to do shit for them, and neither does Vince. I finally text back,