Page 32 of Enslaved

She turned her head, refusing to meet my eyes. I opened the nightstand drawer, and before she could blink, I fastened leather straps around her wrists binding her to the bedpost. “Christos?” She shrieked. “Don’t. Please. Please don’t do this.”

“I’ll consider relieving you when you accept your fate.” I buttoned my shirt back up, rolling my sleeves up my forearms as she stared at me in stunned disbelief. Fury blazed bright in her eyes. It was going to take a lot to break her, and I was looking forward to every second of it.

I barely glanced at her as I finished dressing, grabbed her purse off the floor, and slammed the door behind me—grinning at the curses she was screaming at the top of her lungs in my wake. I opened her bag, took out her phone and pocketed her passport. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Jessie is a little hellion.

She’s going to be a beautiful mess when she breaks.

My doorbell rang thirty minutes later. With the bottle of pills in my pocket, I poured myself a thirty-year scotch, lit my cigar, and watched the puffed rings dissipate in the evening breeze. The container of pills felt like lead in my pants.

Would I do it for her? Break my rules of being in complete control and take a drug that would fuel my hedonistic lust to a level where I might not be able to control myself? I wouldn’t hesitate if she were already mine; a broken-in doll accustomed to my dark tastes. But all we’ve shared was a quick slip of my cock greeting his new pussy. But after tonight, I’ll fuck her so hard and raw; I’ll bruise and batter that channel of heaven until she feels my cock days after I spurt my seed in her, claiming her as mine.

Snubbing the cigar out, I finished my drink and leisurely strolled back inside and up the stairs, past my distressed housekeeper, Freya, wringing her hands.

“Is she alright?”

“Leave. Now,” I commanded, pinning my hard gaze on her. She scurried away muttering under her breath.

No one would rescue Jessie from me tonight. Or any other night for that matter. Her fate was decided months ago when her resumé landed on my desk. I twisted the handle of my en-suite, with a smirk on my lips as she still howled in anger and pain. I knew her clit would be painfully engorged, the ache deep in her belly would be a fire consuming her, spreading to the tips of her hair. The Ecstasy would be at full peak. The thought of the straps around her wrists, chaffing her skin, causing her to bleed, made my steel dick even harder. My hands shook slightly as I opened my safe taking out the set of papers tucked inside. God knows, what I would do to her tonight. I’ve never taken E. I needed her written consent even if it’s only for he mental tug-of-war I would play with her later.

I quickly skimmed the nondisclosure agreement, along with the contract agreeing to be my pet. I laughed. Typed out under the signature line was indeed the word “pet.”

I’m such a bastard.

Of course, it might not ever hold up in court. But it’s not about that. It’s about power. Control. Making my dove think I have it all and watching her sign hers over to me is such a fucking turn-on. Sure, it might protect me while ensuring none of my pets ever speaks of the things I’ve done to them. But it’s much more than a piece of paper. It’s tangible proof that I’ve gotten into their heads. I glanced it over briefly, signed my name and pressed the notary seal I swiped from my secretary underneath.

I waited a beat before turning the handle, entering the room where she laid in the center of the bed, writhing like a snake. Her body was coated in sweat, her lips bloody from where she bit her lip in agony. Her hips came off the bed as she fought the restraints.

“I hate you!” She screamed, crying as she fell back on the sweat-soaked sheets.

“Good. Don’t ever fall in love with me,” I warned, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Never. I’d never love a devil like you.”

I smiled sardonically, “that’s what they all say, sweet dove. But it always ends the same. With me adding more crushed hearts to the list of ones I’ve broken…leaving their minds even more of a fractured mess.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a sick man, little dove…with even sicker needs. Needs which I know you can fill.”

“I won’t.”

“Sign.” I untied one wrist, shoving the paper forward.

“Wh-what is this?”

“An agreement. Sign yourself over to me for an indefinite amount of time and agree never to speak of what will transpire between us.”

“You must be joking.”

“I never joke, my pet.”

“No.”

With my free hand, I reached between her soaking legs and pinched her clit hard. “Sign it.”

“Never,” she shook her head.

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