“No.” I watch her as I answer sternly. She merely nods her head slowly, as if she figured I wouldn’t tell her anything.
“Okay.” Her voice is small and she’s finished crying. She sniffles once and nods her head again. “I’m ready.”
I was foolish to think that this behavior didn't indicate her inner strength. She’s resigning herself to a fate she doesn’t want so that she can move forward. That in and of itself is strong. I feel my tense muscles relax now that I understand.
I grip her chin with my thumb and forefinger and make her look me in the eyes.
“You won’t regret this, Catherine. I promise you.” As I say the words with confidence, I remember Vince and the Cassanos, and I fucking hate myself for thinking of them right now. I won’t let them take her. And I won’t let her regret this either.
“I’m going to put you on the bench, and I want you to hold onto the straps.” She nods her head and then whispers, “Yes, Anthony.”
“Once you agree to the terms, and only then, I’ll bind your wrists.”
She closes her eyes and I can see her pride leave completely as shame overwhelms her. I knew this would happen. But I still don’t like it. This isn’t the part of this relationship that I looked forward to. But the next part, the part where she learns she can trust me and that it’s not the nightmare she perceives it to be? That part will be worth all of this.
“Up, kitten.” I stand up and hold a hand out for her. She starts to get up on her own, but then she sees my hand. She looks dejected and depressed. That’s exactly what she is. Depressed that she’s given in to me. But I’m going change that. I’m going to make her love giving in to me.
I walk her over to the bench and help her on. I fucking love this idea. It’s meant for spanking and fucking, and I intend to do both in time. But for now, that’s not what we’re going do. I lay her down so that her chest is flat against the lowered part and her ass is in the air. Her eyes are focused on the leather binds.
I take one strap out and hold it for her to take. “Go on, kitten. It won’t magically wrap around your wrist.” Again her eyes meet mine and I see a spark of the smart-mouthed woman from this morning. But it’s only a dim flicker of defiance, and she takes the leather without much hesitation. She does the same with the right without my help. She lays her head and body flat with her legs and hand off the side. She waits for my next command with her pussy almost fully bared to me, covered only by a thin layer of fabric.
She’s perfect like this, vulnerable and waiting for me. But she’s obviously unhappy and only doing it because the other choice isn't really a choice at all. I splay my hand on her back, and although she stiffens, she doesn’t move away from my touch. I walk around her slowly, moving my hand in soothing circles until she slowly relaxes her body.
I keep my voice soft and comforting. “The terms are simple. You do your best to obey me. If you don’t, you come back here.” Her eyes close as I speak. “If you please me, I will reward you. I will give you everything you need. You want your old life, and you can have it.” Her eyes fly to mine, but before she can question me I add, “I will simply be a new constant in that life.” Her eyes fall to the floor and then close again.
She whispers, “Yes, Anthony. I understand.” That was too easy.
“You don’t have any questions?” I’m surprised by that.
“What questions should I ask?” My dick finally starts hardening. Her submission is just now starting to arouse me.
“Any questions you have, kitten. I’ll answer them all truthfully.”
“If I do this, you’ll let me out of this room? You said I’d have an office and my old life back?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“I’ll be able to keep working?” she asks.
“You will,” I reply. I walk around to where her head is and place my hand on her chin to make sure she sees my face and knows how serious I am. “It will be heavily monitored though. And any sign that you’ve disobeyed me by doing anything at all that would obviously upset me will result in you being sent here. And not just for a few hours, kitten.”
She nods her head and says, “I understand.”
“Anything else?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No.”
“You don’t want to know what I’m going to do with you?” I ask. I imagine she’s already made up her mind.
“You’re going to do what you’d like to me.” Her voice is flat, but dampened by sadness.
“Close,” I answer. “I’d love to fuck you, kitten. But I’ve told you I won’t do that until you beg.” Her head lifts slightly off the bench and her eyes widen with hope. That’s the woman I want with me. Her reaction makes me smile.
“You thought I was going to fuck you right now?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she answers with a tinge of confusion.
“I told you I wasn’t going to until you begged. I mean it,” I say.
“Do I have to let you do that in order to get out of here?” she asks.
“No,” I answer, and love how much her body relaxes at my answer. I love it because she’s showing trust in my words. I’m giving her hope and her strength back. Even if she doesn’t realize that.
“Will I ever have to…?” she starts to ask, but trails off. My eyebrows raise and I lay a hand on the small of her back.
“I want to reward you as a dom should reward his submissive.” I let my hands travel to her ass. I cup her cheeks and spread them slightly. “I’ll let you know if I’d like to be pleasured. But it’ll be your choice if you’d like to give me that.” I let my thumbs skim along the seam in the center of her panties.
“I do want to reward you, kitten. Do you know what that means?” I ask.
She nods her head, seeming very much at ease with the knowledge I’ve given her.
“Tell me what you think it means.”
It takes her a moment to respond, but when she does, I’m pleased. “It’s what you were doing earlier.”
I smile at her backside as my fingers slip past her panties. I run them along her slick heat and I’m rewarded with a soft moan.
“You rubbed my clit,” she says as she continues her answer.
“Why?” I ask as I gently place her panties back where they belong.
“To reward me,” she says.
“What was I rewarding?” I ask her. I’m sure she’ll say it’s because she was listening to me. Or because she did as she was told. But in actuality it’s because she was enjoying it. I rewarded her desire for my control to continue. I’m intentionally conditioning her reactions and her emotions.
“Because I listened to you and obeyed. Because I earned it.” She adds the last part forcefully. I smirk behind her. That’s how that dirty book went about it. You obey, and you get rewarded. Disobey, and you get punished.
I agree to an extent, but emotions are far more powerful a tool. She’ll thrive with my touch. She’ll love my control. And it’ll only bring her happiness.
“I want to reward you now, kitten. Should I?” I ask her.