Chapter 10

TEN

DOMHNALL

For the first time in… well, it’s better not to examine the last time when… I feel giddy when I wake up.

Knowing my little pet awaits me downstairs.

Immediately, I reach for my phone to check the overnight footage.

I don’t have to fast-forward very far before I hit the play button, my cock stiffening. She’s lying in the center of the bed, collar so pretty, chain coiled beside her on the bed with her legs spread wide.

She’s pleasuring herself wildly.

“Fuck me.” I shoot out of bed, stiff cock banging against my thigh in my loose boxers.

I shoot towards the elevator without bothering to put a shirt on.

When I get to the dungeon, my little pet is curled up like a kitten on the bed, her lovely dark hair splayed out on the pillow.

She’s so fucking beautiful it makes my chest hurt. And my cock pulse harder with even more blood. So much I’m almost light-headed. I want to put my marks on her body. I want to make her pretty, pale flesh blossom pink and then red. I want to pull out the implements they don’t let me use at the club and?—

“Someone sure tired themselves out last night,” I say loudly as I stand over her.

She doesn’t startle awake like I expect her to. Instead, she blinks, sleepy, one arm stretching out lazily.

I was wrong. She might be my pet, but she’s no dog.

She’s a slinky, sly little kitty, isn’t she?

I smile when I think of how I had her purring last night. But then I frown, remembering that she’s also a devious, scheming bitch who betrayed me so unforgivably. I should be more disturbed by the fact that she’s already luring me in again in any way.

Finally, she rouses enough to remember where she is and sits up in bed sharply, chain rattling. “You,” she gasps, eyes shooting to where I stand by the doorway.

“Me,” I deadpan, taking a step into the room. “We’ve been a naughty pet, haven’t we, little kitty? ”

She blinks. “I don’t know what you?—”

“You think I’d leave you down here all alone unattended? I’m always watching.” I point to the camera on the ceiling. There are others around, too, but no need for her to know that yet.

Her eyes widen slightly and then her cheeks go pink. I’m fascinated by how deep her deceptions go; she’s even able to make herself have physiological reactions. Has she found some way of compartmentalizing so deeply that when she’s doing a job that she half believes she’s the character she’s playing?

“I didn’t know you were watching!” She draws the sheet up and over herself to cover her immodest little nightie.

I’m good enough at masking my reactions on a daily basis that I don’t reveal how being near her affects me. For all the stoic face I’m presenting, I can’t help the ridiculous part deep inside me that keeps shouting like an excited little kid every time I’m near her— holy shit, it’s Madison. She’s here. She’s really here!

“Time to learn your lessons,” I bark, furious and aroused. Apparently this is going to be my permanent state in her presence. I’m the one in control here. I’m taking back what they stole. “You’re not allowed any pleasure except that which I give you. I offered you a treat, and you declined, then went behind my back. All your orgasms are mine to give and mine to take. Actions have consequences. I told you from the beginning. ”

“Red!” she says immediately, backing away from me. “Red! Red!”

I breathe out to calm myself. “Now you’re just abusing your privileges. I told you last night you will be trained, one way or another. You think you’re uncomfortable now, with the focused attentions of an attentive owner? I’m happy to withdraw. You forget, I know you.”

She shifts uncomfortably across the bed from me. “What do you mean?”

“You’re an extrovert. Nothing drives the Mads I knew crazier than being alone. You can’t stand going twenty-four hours without conversation, much less human contact. Physical touch,” I notch an eyebrow up at her, “is your love language, if a creature like yourself could ever be said to feel such an emotion.”

Her mouth drops open to protest and I see the fury on her face. But it takes her a second to actually respond. “You’re wrong! I’m not whoever this Mads person was. And if you’re saying you’ll leave me alone and I won’t have to see your horrible face, that sounds great to me. Leave me the fuck alone! Then this whole thing might actually be bearable.”

I smile at her bluff. She might be in character, but some things you can’t fake.

“Grand,” I bite out. “Then I’ll just leave you to it. But you won’t be locked up in here pleasuring yourself. You only get what I give.”

I walk over to the wall and grab a particularly delightful set of spreader cuffs—twelve inch, both ankle and wrist, with a long connecting rod in between.

“What the fuck is that?” she demands as I approach her. The cuffs themselves have a fluffy lining, so they won’t hurt her.

“Red!” she says as I approach.

I grin at her. “Sorry, love. I told you, I will train you. That pony trick only works for so many things. I’ll put these on, then I won’t touch you again until you ask me.”

She tries to flee back over the bed to escape me, but while I allowed it last night, today is a whole new day.

I admit, I enjoy chasing her, pinning her on the bed, and attaching the cuffs first to her wrists, then to her kicking ankles.

I’m chuckling by the time I get her last ankle buckled in.

“You fucking psycho!” she screams at me.

“What can I say?” I smile down at her beneath me, reaching up towards her neck. “You bring out the worst in me.”

Her teeth come at me, biting ferociously. I narrowly avoid losing a finger but manage to get her collar freed from the ceiling chain.

“What are you doing?” she says as I pounce off the bed. She yanks against the cuffs and spreader bar as if the devil himself has hold of her, to no avail.

“Giving you what you wanted,” I say graciously. “Your isolation. But I need assurances my kitty won’t be treating herself while I’m away. And look, your gracious owner has freed you so you can even make your way to the bathroom and feed station all by yourself.”

She tries to sit up and falls back over onto the mattress. “How? You’ve all but hog-tied me!”

“Aw, pet, if I’d hog-tied you, you’d know it,” I purr. “I use very special knots for that. And I haven’t even locked your hands behind your back. I’m a very benevolent owner. As to how you’ll get to the potty and food, well, I imagine you’ll get there very slowly. Then again, you’ll have nothing but time to figure it out.”

“You bastard!” she screams at me. “Let me go!”

I can only keep grinning at her. She truly is the most gorgeous creature. I never did get her out of her nightie, but considering how spitting mad she is, I’ll let her keep whatever imaginary shields she’s got left a little longer. Breaking in a pet must be a patient process, even if we are on an accelerated seven-day track.

Her long, luscious legs are bent awkwardly by the bar connecting her wrists and ankles. Fuck, seeing Mads all bound up like this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and the club isn’t short on spectacle. But nothing could ever hold a candle to her. She stole my soul too long ago.

“Remember, my pet. I’m watching. You can give in any time. I’m happy to come back and take care of a good, obedient little pet. We were making such progress before you decided to throw your little tantrum. ”

With that, I leave her and head upstairs again. She’s not chained to the ceiling, but she also can’t figure out how to move fast enough to follow me. There’s an art to moving when you’re double-barred like that, and it takes time to learn.

“Bye now, love. Remember, all you have to do is call and I’ll come.”

“Never!” rings her parting shout.