Owned by My MC Stepbroter

Chapter8

Twice.

He has got to be kidding.

Then, he dawned on me that he wasn´t so, I nodded. I was too weak to speak and the only thing that I knew I could say to save me left a bitter taste in my mouth.

“Yes, sir.”

He laughed as he said, “Good girl, you are learning.”

He had proven that my existence was in his hand and he was enjoying every moment of it. I had visions of him smiling. His dark eyes glowing knowing that my life was in his hand and he could do whatever he pleased with it. “Now, this has been a valuable lesson for you.”

“Drink this.”

He moved towards me and put liquid in my mouth. The only thing I said was, “Yes, sir.”

He coughed as I said it and continued to put the liquid in my mouth. I am not sure how long I was sitting there or whatever happened next. All I know is that tiredness tookover my body. I went out like a light.

I woke up in my bed. I had no recollection oftime. I saw the same cream sheets on my bed. Everything was familiar. Yet, I felt light-headed. I knew that he had drugged me. It was obvious from the fact that he wanted me to drink it. I lifted up my covers to reveal that I was naked.

I picked up my phone to look at the time. It said one in the afternoon on the thirteenth. I had slept all through the night. Whatever, he put in that drink, must have been strong, because I had slept so much.

I jumped into the shower and turned to look at my back in the mirror whilst in the shower. There was ascar, quite a deep one. It was right in the middle where he had whipped me. Fear settled in about taking on this agreement. I took it on for pleasure, not for pain.

That was when I thought about the true meaning ofthe contract. As the thought ran through my head I could hear a knock on the door.

I jumped out and wrapped my towel around my body. Yet, it felt pointless because I knew who it was, there could only be one person who knew to come to my roomnow.

He had cameras of every room in the house. Even mine. There was no privacy and as he had said, I signed the contract. He owned meand I have given it to him on a plate thinking that I meant something to him.

I did, Iwas his property.

As I opened the door, he said calmly, “Did you have a good sleep?”

I nodded, we were no longer on his time. Ino longer had to call him sir.

Then, he gave me a gentle reminder, the one thing I didn´t want to hear especially because I was hungry and still light headed. “Just remember your due in my room in twenty minutes.”

Wow, I was really in the shower that long?

My hair was wet and as much as I wanted to be a part of his world. Right now, I couldn´t think of anything, but being far from it. He had scared me. No, he had scared the fucking shit out ofme. Not in a good way.

This is when I thought I would appeal to the part of him that I thought was hidden deep inside of him. He made me sign that contract, because he had wanted me.

He could have any woman. I was so close to him, because our parents were married. That must mean something to him. “Damon, why did you hurt me like that?” I asked as I looked back and grabbed a towel to dry my hair.

I was frightened about his response. Some part of me hoped that he would say something nice. But, he didn´t. “For my pleasure.”

I stopped in my tracks as I watched him put his hands in his jeans. He rocked forward waiting forme to respond. I drew closer to him and said in a whisper.

“ So my pain gives you pleasure?”

He stood on the balls of his feet and said, “Yes.”

He sighed as he rose one hand to my face, he gently caressed it and said, “You should be flattered. Not many women have done that forme.”

I shook my head and said, “What?”

“I ´ve had around five women in that room. None ofthem have given me as much pleasure as you did being whipped. You should bef-l-a-t-t-e-r-e-d …” he said slowly and then he smiled.

His lips curled perfectly and he drew closer, for what I thought was a kiss. Instead he whispered when he was so near, “Be ready. You´re wasting time.”

His hand dropped from cupping my face in a heartbeat. I opened my eyes wide as I watched him walkout of my room. Feeling like a stupid school girl for rushing to attend class.

He said, I was late.

He said, I was one of six.

He said, I was the only woman that had made him have so much pleasure. That could only mean one thing, he was mine.

I would take the pain away and make it only pleasure. I would go along with this contract on the basis that deep down I mean more to him. He just doesn’t see it, he feels it.

I made sure I carefully creamed my body and wore sexy underwear. I would be obedient some times until eventually I would be constantly disobedient and he wouldn´t be able to punish me.

Because he is mine.