Safe Word: Rosé

Chapter 11

*WARNING: This chapter contains content that some may find sensitive/ offensive, including but not limited to nudity, substance abuse, and more. Read at your own discretion.*

Narrator-

When the doors were fully opened, the ballroom was blocked by two large curtains that Cara didn't notice before. Cindy walked through the curtains first. Seeing this as her last chance, Cara grabbed Jason's elbow, keeping him from stepping through the curtain.

"Wait." Cara said urgently, prompting Jason to stop and look down on her hands clasping down on his skin.

Noticing his reaction, Cara removed her hands, but held eye contact with Jason.

"I'm sorry." Cara began again.

"I promise you, it won't happen again. This isn't my territory, it's yours and I have to respect your boundaries. You don't have to do this." Cara apologized truthfully.

With Cindy already gone through the curtain, it was now just the two of them. Jason turned his body fully towards Cara. She blinked at his actions but said nothing more.

"I don't like repeating myself Miss Thompson, nor am I a babysitter. If you think you can play me-"

"I know." Cara cut him off, "Jason, I'm sorry. If I slip up again, you can do whatever you want." Cara went a step further.

"Is that so?" Jason wasn't too impressed with her sudden show of compliance.

Cara nodded, "whatever punishment you see fit, if I purposely mess up again, I won't protest."

The word punishment slipped into Jason's ear canal and tickled the part of his brain that responded to stimulations of pleasure. Without realizing it, Jason took a dominant step towards Cara, and he kept walking until he forced her back against the open door's frame. When Cara had nowhere else to go, she was forced to simply lift her eyes and look into Jason's brown orbs. The entire situation sparked a fire on Cara's chest, causing a heat to flash up the back of her neck, and melt against her forehead.

Cara gulped, her throat slightly parched. Jason noticed the bobbing of Cara's throat. He leaned forward. Cara's hands shot up and landed on his chest to stop him from pressing any closer to her. Her wrists applied force against his torso, and the push-back from Cara told Jason exactly what he wanted to know. Cara wasn't a natural submissive, and this intrigued Jason, because though on instinct she fought back, if pushed beyond the scope of her bravery, she'd cave.

This is exactly what Jason wanted. An outspoken woman like Cara, spoilt only child who easily had her way, was unattractive in Jason's eyes. But he was attracted to the challenge of breaking her. And break her he would.

When Cara couldn't hold eye contact with Jason's brown gaze any longer, she gulped again, her red lips pouting forward just slightly. She kept her palms against Jason's chest, but she could feel them lining with sweat. Her heart was thumping against her ribcage, its thud vibrating against her ear drums.

"Again I'll ask Miss Thompson, is that so? Are you truly ready to submit, or is this a way of saving your a**?" Jason demanded.

His crude words instantly stirred an anger in Cara's facial features. She lifted her eyes again, her eyebrows furrowed in anguish. She drew in a deep breath through her nostrils, and Jason rose an eyebrow at her silence, waiting for the moment she would drop the act and lash out.

"Get off me." Cara said lowly.

Jason released a side smirk, which was enough to tell Cara that she had screwed up.

"That's what I thought." Jason replied.

Then he backed up until Cara could stand off the frame. He grabbed Cara's hand and hooked it on his elbow.