“I believe so,” I nodded confidently. “I will do everything in my power to ensure he’s a free man.”
“In return for…” she left her sentence unfinished, and I smirked, leaning back in my chair and not giving a shit that my cock bulging under the fabric of my pants was plainly visible.
“In return for the ultimate prize, of course,” I told her. “I want you, Violet.”
She bit her bottom lip, unable to give me a reply just yet.
“I’ll make sure you don’t get seriously injured in any way,” I went on, knowing I’d already won the battle when she hadn’t stormed out of the room right away. “I’ll make sure you’re safe, provide for you, and give you everything you deserve based on your behavior. And in return, you’ll obey and follow the rules which are stated for you clearly. Do you understand?”
She didn’t nod, but her sharp eyes remained on mine, calculating the other possible outcomes of her predicament.
“What if I break the rules?” she asked in a small voice.
“You’ll be punished, of course,” I told her simply. “But I swear to you Violet, the punishments will only be as severe as your offense. You have nothing to worry about, as long as you’re a good girl.”
She mulled this over, her eyes darting between me and the papers on the table before her.
I reached over, taking the pen in my hands and gently pushing it toward her.
“It only takes two little words,” I told her, my voice gentle now. “Your name, on the dotted line, princess. That’s all it takes to be mine.”
I reached over the table, my hand making contact. My palm rested on her hand and she trembled under my touch, as if she’d been waiting for it for a lifetime.
“Sign it,” I whispered as her eyes met mine. “Sign it, and you can be owned like you’ve always wanted.”
Her right hand shook as she pressed pen against paper. Her eyes shot back up to mine, looking for reassurance. I nodded, slow and steady. She signed her name in shaky, loopy cursive.
It’s done. She’s just changed the game.
“Good girl,” I muttered, watching the hairs on the back of her arm stand to attention.
She put the pen down, the noise of metal hitting wood the only sound in the room. A little whimper made its way from her lips. She knew what she’d done. She knew she’d have to follow orders now.
“Get up,” I said softly.
She pulled her hand from underneath mine, standing on her feet awkwardly.
“Come here,” I ordered.
She approached me with slow, measured steps, like an animal being careful, but knowing it’s walking into a trap.
“Closer.”
She kept walking until her legs bumped against mine. Her lips parted, and a silent gasp escaped them. Her eyes never left mine, and I parted my thighs, tapping my knee with my right palm.
“Sit, princess.”
She sank her weight onto my knee, and I gently pried her fingers apart, placing her arms around my neck so she was safely on my lap. She hung her head, but I used my free hand to make her look at me.
“Such pretty green eyes,” I murmured. “Don’t look away from me, Violet. Ever.”
She nodded, swallowing thickly.
“From now on, you will call me Master,” I told her. “Nod if you understand.”
Another nod, another tremble of her bottom lip. I was getting visibly hard.
“I have to go away on some business today,” I went on. “You will be fitted for a new wardrobe in that time. On Sunday, when I return, I want you waiting for me, ready and willing. Nod if you understand.”
Violet nodded, her eyes on mine. They were filling with tears, the panic inside her so obvious it felt like an elephant in the room.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Violet,” I reminded her. “Not unless you beg for it. Not unless you want it.”
“Why would I want it?” she questioned, and I smirked at her naivete.
“You’ll see,” I promised her. “I’ll make it feel so good you won’t be able to help yourself, princess. Now, another thing. You know when I come back, things are going to be different, right?”
“How?” she whispered.
I raised my finger to her neck, gently trailing the tip down her skin, over her collarbone and between her tits. She mewled at the feeling but didn’t object.
“I’m going to want to have you,” I told her. “I’m going to want to fuck you. Are you a virgin, Violet? Did you save your pretty little pussy for me?”
“I-I…” she started, shivering under my touch. Her eyes were fearful but filled with desire she didn’t yet understand. “I haven’t let anyone…”
“What?” I demanded. “Haven’t let anyone what?”
“Fu-Fuck me,” she whispered.
“Nowhere?” I dug deeper. “Not even in your mouth, princess?”
She blushed, muttering again, “Nowhere.”
“That’s a good girl,” I told her. “I knew you’d save yourself for me. I’m fucking glad I made sure of it.”