Page 28 of Interview with a Sadist
Nolan smiles devilishly, sending heat radiating between my legs. I shift in my seat and cross one leg over the other.
“Flogger,” he growls, his voice shifting to something low and animalistic. “The flogger is my favorite toy.”
“Tell me about it,” I say without holding back. “Tell me your favorite story.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“Surely you have a memory of a scene you conducted using a flogger. I want to know your most cherished memory using your favorite toy.”
Nolan licks his lips, and I can already tell that his mind is scrolling through his extensive catalog of BDSM scenes he has participated in, searching for the one he cherishes most. His eyes flicker and dart around the room, focusing on nothing at all until the moment he finds it. He lowers his head and looks up at me, and there might as well be devil horns sprouting from his head. The sadist in him has emerged.
“Are you sure you want to hear about it?” he asks, requesting my consent before giving me the dark details.
“Yes,” I say, swallowing hard. “I’m sure.”
Nolan’s smile reaches his eyes as he leans back, settling in.
“Good,” he says. “Then let’s begin.”
ChapterEighteen
~ NOLAN ~
I was never a fan of having my Little One at my place, but on this day, I was teeming with anticipation. I could feel the blood squeezing through my veins as I rushed home, my cock already hard from just thinking about what I was going to do to her. A difficult week was coming to an end, and I needed this release. The fact that she had been the cause of most of my annoyance for the week was not lost on me. In fact, it was at the very forefront of my mind the entire drive, and it buttressed the sadistic fantasies I carried with me as I parked in the driveway and walked inside the house.
Her naked body greeted me the second I stepped through the door. She kneeled in my living room, completely nude, and the absolute embodiment of submissiveness. This was her greatest gift. The fact that my Little One could completely and fully submit to me is what kept me coming back to her. She was just as dark as me, and while other people clung to the light at the end of hard times, I needed the darkness. I needed to tighten my grip around the handle of a toy that could bruise and rip flesh, and let my arms work out my stress. When the world closed in on me, it was my darkness that kept me comfortable. It was my need to strike that kept me straight, and the Little One on her knees in front of me was always willing to give herself over to the darkness for me. I didn’t love her, but I loved what she let me do to her.
“You ignored me today,” I said as I sauntered into the house, unbuttoning my black blazer as I walked. Little One didn’t speak. She kept her hands on her thighs and her eyes on me, clinging to my every word with pure obedience in her gaze. No matter what else happened during the day, she was mine now.
I tossed my blazer onto the couch next to her and sat down beside it. My Little One was kneeling in front of me, still facing the door as I leaned forward and untied my shoes. I took my time with each string, watching her the entire time. If she moved as much as an inch, I was ready to lash out. There were no toys in the living room, but I was ready to grab whatever was closest and brutalize her if she didn’t obey the rules of our dynamic now.
“I texted you,” I said as I slipped off each shoe and neatly placed them beside the couch. Pulling out my tucked shirt, I stood up in front of Little One and began to unfasten my belt only inches from her face. “I texted you four times, and you ignored each one. You were a brat, and you know what happens to brats, don’t you?”
My Little One swallowed hard, drinking down fear and excitement. “Yes, Sir.”
“Yeah? What happens to brats who ignore their Dominants?”
“They’re punished.”
“Yes,” I say, just as I finish with my belt buckle and let my pants fall to the floor, exposing my aroused cock in all its glory. My thickness pulsated in front of her mouth, and her eyes flickered down to it for a brief, lustful second, before climbing up to meet my gaze. “Punishment is what happens to brats who annoy normal Doms, but I am not a normal Dom. Am I?”
“No, Sir.”
“So, we both know you won’t be punished, Little One. You are going to be brutalized. You will be abused and dehumanized. By the time I’m done, you will know who you belong to, and you’ll never ignore me again. I don’t give a fuck how busy you are. When I text or call, you answer because you belong to me. I own you. If you don’t want to be owned by me, then say it now. This is your one chance to get it out.”
I crouched down until we were eye to eye, a predator inches away from butchering its prey. “Say it, Little One. Don’t hesitate.”
“Youown me, Sir,” she responded in a whisper. “You still own me, and you always will.”
“Always?” I asked, tilting my head.
“Always. I’m yours.”
“Then why didn’t you respond to me?”
“I was just upset,” she said, and it annoyed me more than anything else. I knew what she was referring to, and it set my need to hurt her ablaze.
“Upset,” I repeated as I stood up. “Fine. Ignoring me is how you responded to being upset. Let me show you what happens when I’m upset.”
