“It means that I will break your ankles and beat the soles of your feet in such a way that you will always walk with a limp if at all. I will put up with your fiery tongue to a point but I will not accept harm to my person or yours understood?” I stood over her now, arms folded, legs braced apart.
She nodded her head at me again. Leaning over her, I took her chin in my hand and lifted her face until our eyes met. “Lesson number one, the correct response to this and all future questions, is yes master, say it.” She folded her lips in refusal, her eyes shooting defiant fire at me. I smiled at her as I took her chain in hand and tugged making her cry out. “Say it.”
She glowered up at me with venom in her eyes, but all that did was make my cock harder and make me even more determined to bend her to my will. Even as I sought to overcome her stubbornness, I was tempted to dive into her. She had a lure about her that could prove dangerous if I weren’t careful. But she made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t thought possible.
It had been way too long since I’d felt that zing in my blood. That electric current of excitement that I’d once been so familiar with, back when I first discovered how it felt to have a woman under my complete control.
Until her, I’d been ready to throw in the towel having grown bored with the whole thing since most women came too easy these days. There was no real challenge anymore. Everything seemed so mechanical, so rehearsed and soulless.
But now here she was and her exotic beauty, coupled with her spicy nature had revived something inside me. I’ve had more pleasure in the last few hours of bantering with her than I’d found in anything else in quite some time. Hopefully she didn’t turn into one of those sycophants who hung on to my every word. That would be a disappointment.
I knew exactly how to bend her will to mine without breaking her spirit. How to have her eating out of my hand, and craving my touch more than her next breath. By the end of her training she will be begging for my cock. But first I have to teach my little sub the consequences of defying me.
5
Master Brax
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Bending her neck all the way back on her shoulders I leaned over, and taking her bottom lip between my teeth, I bit down until I tasted her blood on my tongue. The slight sting was enough to get her attention and she cried out softly before I pulled away and looked down at her sternly.
“Obey me Alyssa and things will go easy for you, deny me and you will know hell on earth; now say it.” Defy me again I dare you.
“Yes…master.” She spat the words at me but at least they were said. I resolved myself to having a long road ahead dealing with her stubbornness. To reward her now, I brushed her hair gently with my fingers and ran my thumb along her bruised lip.
“Place your hands on your knees palms up and straighten your back. You must hold your posture at all times. If I catch you slouching, you will feel my whip across your shoulders and then you will be made to spend hours standing with your hands above your head weighted down by something heavy until you get it right. Trust me, that is not something you’d like to try.”
I lifted my brow when she didn’t immediately obey and she rolled her eyes and did as I ordered. That little move right there was very telling. She was a confusing mix of brash independence and a most endearing innocence. She showed her every thought in her eyes. Or was it only me who could read her so well? Already I was beginning to read her.
Like with the eye rolling just then. It told me that she always has to show some type of insubordination. It was her way of staying in control of the situation, and if I react to each and every one, then I would be doing nothing more than following her lead.
Very clever! No wonder she was able to keep her innocence this long. She seemed to have a natural ability to read the people around her and adjust accordingly. I will have to keep her off kilter stay one step ahead of her at all times. She was turning out to be a very worthy opponent indeed. And the challenge only served to make my cock misbehave in ways he hasn’t in almost a decade.
She knelt before me wearing nothing but her wild hair, which I saw was a natural black after all. And yet her bearing was that of a queen. Her eyes said ‘you will not conquer me’. I felt pride in her, and an inner joy that I dare not look at too closely, that she was mine. I felt like a man who’d discovered something everyone else sought but no one but he had found.