“Retaliate or come?”
“Both.”
She seems to think for a while, as she beds in a little more and sits her ass where it’s eventually supposed to be. “Who are you? I don’t know this version of you.” One of my fingers runs the length of the cut I’ve just caused on her collarbone, tongue licking over my lips as the finger carries on downwards.
“I’m not sure I remember him. But that’s why you’re still here, isn’t it? To help?”
“I can’t help if you won’t be honest about why you tried to …” She frowns and looks at the floor, then back at me, as she grates her wrists in the binds. “This is uncomfortable.”
“It’s supposed to be.”
“Why?”
“So the orgasm is better.”
“Oh. Right. Because that makes so much sense.”
“It’ll make more sense if you stop fighting me.”
She looks out of the window for some reason, stares out there as if the entirety of the outside world is more captivating than I am. It is. I’m nothing. It’s only my wealth that makes me relevant in the world. Fortune and power can give anyone that significance, but this body in front of me with her strong, courageous curves and her attitude is more relevant than I could ever be. She sings her own song, rights her own wrongs.
“Alright. What’s next? Kneel on the floor like a dog at your feet?”
“No, not like a dog. I have plenty of those.” Hundreds, in fact. All the same, all less than she is, and all predictable and forgettable. “Like a woman, Alice. Kneel as if you’re willing to give me anything to get to your goal. Not mine.”
I could pity the man who falls in love with her. She’ll bend them, break them, and then find depths that even they didn’t know they owned. That man could be me, if I allowed it to happen. I could fall down rabbit holes with her. Let her take me to parts of me I’ve hidden from the world or perhaps never found.
The thought makes me smile, as I keep my stare fixated on her face rather than exposed body. She’s a tiger. A ferocious little thing who protects and defends against the cold of winter. Or perhaps a hawk, something that fly’s higher than all the others and looks down on the decadent with contempt at their sins.
Her head inclines towards me, the shade of the room blackening her cheek. “Will you talk if I do this?”
“Think about your goal. Let me think about me.”
She nods and climbs off me, crouching until she settles quietly at my feet. Easier than I thought. And probably not excessively compliant, but it’s a start.
“Will you hurt me?”
“Yes. You know that.” I reach into my pocket, pulling out a selection of pills to play with until I find an orange one. “But this will help. Swallow it for me.” Her eyes widen, head shakes.
“I’m not doing that shit again.”
“It does nothing other than enhance and relax your muscles, Alice. Trust me.”
She licks her lips and looks at it, as I hold it out for her. “It’ll intensify this feeling inside me, won’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Make us closer than we are?”
“I don’t know how close we are yet. Are you ready to find out? You can fly with this. Forget it all and just be alone with me. Trust. You’ll be mine to protect, mine to defend.”
“Protect?”
“Yes.”
“Freaky ass word considering your love of blood.”
She fidgets and looks around, as if scared someone might catch her breaking the law. It makes me chuckle lightly. I am the law here. I am night and day, right and wrong, vile and yet, for her, becoming filled with something new.
