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She looks like she might defy me but then she sees my cold dead eyes. With a slump of her shoulders, she does as I say.
I reach around her waist. “What are you doing?” she asks, looking down at my hand.
“Not another word,” I reply. “And for the record, I’m teaching you what happens when you disobey me.”
I undo the button holding up her pants, sliding them down her hips, taking her panties with them. Once they’re around her ankles, I remove her jacket, leaving her in just her tee-shirt.
I step back, admiring my handiwork. “Don’t move,” I growl, sitting behind my desk, staring at her naked legs, the hint of her ass on display below her tee-shirt. “You will remain in that position for ten minutes.”
There’s a part of me, dark and commanding, that takes satisfaction in her obedience, but it’s overshadowed by a deeper, more consuming desire. I want her, more intensely than I’ve wanted anything ever.
As the minutes tick by, a silent battle rages within me. I’m torn between wanting to fuck her and needing to teach her to obey.
When the time is finally up, I can’t help but feel a twinge of regret.
Her expression hardens as she looks my way. “Can I pull my pants up yet?”
“Answer one question first.”
“What question?”
“Is your pussy wet?”
Jane’s POV
Imuster all the defiance I can, even in my compromised position. “No,” I state firmly. “And I didn’t say you could touch me.”
His response, a simple “Good girl,” strangely warms me from within, despite my resolve to resist him. “You ran, even though you’ve admitted being in love with me,” he observes, not as an accusation, but as if trying to understand.
“You heard that?” My voice is a mere whisper, a mix of embarrassment and surprise.
“I hear more than you think. But tell me, what’s so frightening about falling in love?”
“Sure, you might have been in love dozens of times but this is all new to me. I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
“For the record, I’ve never been in love either but the only thing that frightens me is the idea of you getting hurt. You can’t keep running. You’re only safe with me. That’s why we must get married.”
“I’m scared,” I admit finally, the words barely above a whisper. “Scared of losing myself to you. If we get married, it’s so final. I’m on the edge of a cliff, Xavier. Any moment I might fall and I’ve no idea what’s waiting for me at the bottom.”
“Me,” he replies, taking a step closer. His presence invades me in a way that both comforts and intimidates. “I understand your fear,” he continues softly, making me look up into his eyes.
“My intentions aren’t to control or harm you, Jane. I want to see you grow, help you heal from the scars of your past. It’s about protection, about ensuring your freedom, not stripping it away. But it requires trust. Can you try to trust me?”
“You can’t just manipulate people’s lives for their supposed ‘protection.’”
His expression softens, and for a moment, I see the conflict in his eyes. “I’m used to telling people what to do. They obey or they die. You disobey and I want to punish you in a very different way..”
I can’t help but shiver as his words send a thrill through my body, making my heart race with anticipation. He takes my hand in his, moving it behind my back.
“Don’t move your body, just your hand,” he whispers. A moment later, he’s wrapping my fingers around his rock hard cock.
I grip it tightly, listening as his breathing changes. My hand trembles slightly as I feel the heat and power of him in my palm. His breath is warm against my neck as he whispers softly, his voice sending tingles down my spine. “Admit you want me,” he growls. “Tell me the truth.”
“I want you,” I whisper back, stroking him slowly in my hand.
“Good girl,” he says, removing my fingers.
I feel disappointed but then, as if sensing my escalating desire, he presses himself closer against me, his body molding perfectly to mine. I can feel the hard press of his cock against my ass, the promise of what is to come sending a rush of heat straight to my core.
He grinds against me. The scent of his cologne mixed with his natural musk fills my nose, creating a heady mixture that leaves me light-headed with desire. He reaches around my waist, sliding up my tee-shirt, stroking my rock hard nipples.
“Do you want this?” he asks, his voice low and seductive. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice shaking with desire. “Please, Xavier. Take me.”
He chuckles softly, his hand stroking down my arm, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. “Not yet, my sweet,” he whispers. “But soon. Spread your legs for me.” He removes my pants and panties from around my ankles. I obey a moment later, my knees wobbling slightly as I struggle to maintain control.
He opens a drawer. “This is a flogger,” he says, bringing it into my eyeline. “For punishment.” The tails whisper softly against my skin. The sensation is exquisite, and I arch my back, seeking more. He teases me, gently brushing the flogger against my ass. “You disobeyed me.”
He lands a stinging blow against my ass. My breath catches in my throat, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through my veins. Another blow follows, and then another, each one slightly harder than the last. I moan softly, my body undulating with each strike.
“Say ‘stop’ if you need me to,” he commands, his breath hot against my ear. “This is our game, my sweet. I will listen to your boundaries. But for now, let me show you just how much I need you to be safe. How much pain it causes me when you run from my safety.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, a mixture of fear, desire, and arousal coursing through my veins. I know that I am safe with him, that he would never hurt me unless I asked for it. But the thought of surrendering control to him, of allowing him to dominate me, is both terrifying and exhilarating.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer from the pain of the blows, I cry out, “Stop! Xavier, please, stop!”