Her Eyes Under My Possession

chapter 32

She closed her eyes as her fear turned into a wanton need. He turned her around to face him. Opening her eyes she saw the same need reflected in his eyes. Demon moved some of her hair out of her face. Violet held her breath waiting for his next move, anticipating what he would do next. He rested his hand against her face, his palm to her cheek.

"This room is only part of who I am," he said.

"You like to hurt women?" she asked.

"No. Not in the way you think. Do you remember back to the day in my office when I had your ass in the air and I smacked it?"

She did remember, and the pleasure she'd gotten from the painful burn would stay with her forever.

"This only a controlled area for more of that."

"How can this be a controlled area?"

"Because when two people enter this room, they know the rules of the game going in."

Violet stared at him, waiting to hear more.

"I love seeing you in this room. What I don't love is seeing how afraid you are."

"I don't understand."

"Then let me show you." He said the words she was afraid of hearing the most. What would happen if she refused? Would that be the end of the relationship? What if she didn't like this side of him?

There was so much at stake.

"I don't think I can do this," she said, the tears falling in full force.

"Don't cry. Just let me show you how good it can be."

Violet hesitated. Demon being the only man she'd been physical with, she had no concept of whether this room was right or wrong.

"Trust me, Violet, to make it good for you."

There was the clincher. She trusted him more than anyone else. She could do this for him. The love she felt was stronger, and she wouldn't deny him something he clearly needed.

Nodding her head, she waited with bated breath.

"You won't regret this, I promise."

Demon left her side and closed the door. She hadn't noticed the lock on the inside until he turned it. The sound echoed off the walls, making her jump.

"When we're in here, I'm the boss. I'm the one in charge. Usually, you don't speak until you're asked, but seeing as this is your first time at all of this, we'll take it slow. I'll be in charge, and until you're comfortable, you can voice your opinion."

"I can tell you when to stop and speak freely?" she asked to clarify what he'd said.

"Yes. I want you to be clear on this, Violet. No one else has ever had the freedom I'm giving you. Please try to keep an open mind to what I want."

Violet stood in the room and stared at the strange man she'd come to love. He was wealthy, loving, possessive, and a dominant man who needed control. This was her chance to explore what he wanted.

"I will."

He stood in front of her. His hand caressed her cheek. Demon bent and pulled the pink shirt from her body. She had on a full-cupped bra. Folding her hands over her, she felt more exposed than ever before.

"Don't hide your body from me." He held her hands and moved them to her side. "I want to see you, always."

Next, he unbuckled her jeans, the zipper going down. The sensation of having him remove her clothes was completely different from when she removed them herself. He knelt on the floor before as he helped her step out of her jeans. She hadn't bothered with shoes or socks.

"I can see how wet you are already."

Her body aroused to accept him. Was there anything he'd do she wouldn't get aroused over?

His fingers ran up her body from her knee up to her. He touched her pussy. She expected them to follow her jeans and shirt. The fabric tightened in his grip. He tore them in two. The strength in his arms wasn't lost on her.

The bra was the last thing to come off her. When she stood bare, the tears fell harder and faster.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

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"Because I want you. I want everything you can give me." Demon cupped her cheeks and tilted her head back. Tears sprang in her eyes, and he hated seeing them. She deserved better than to be afraid of his touch.

"I don't want you to want this," she said. Her voice was small as the first tear fell across her cheek. He smudged the salty water away with a thumb. He moved down and ran a finger across her full lips. For many nights he'd dreamt about her lips. Touching and tasting him. Was he a bastard for going after what he wanted? Yes, probably, but he wouldn't give up. Violet Moore was his, and he intended to keep her. He admired her for staying with him. The room – seeing it from her eyes would cause many women to be frightened.

"You don't understand what this is. Please, try it for me." Demon knew he was asking too much. Only a few weeks ago she'd been working as a coffee and mail delivery person. Now, she was his woman, and he'd given her more than enough to frighten her.

"You'll stop."

"I would never hurt you."

She nodded and bowed her head. The submissive pose went straight to his cock. He went thick and hard simply seeing her give in. She would be an amazing sub. A woman any man would be proud to call his own.

"If you like this then we will come here once every week for you to grow accustomed to my lifestyle."

"Do you live it all the time?" she asked.

"No. I like to change what I like. I can do vanilla, which is what we've been doing."

"Vanilla?"

"Straight."

"First, I want to show you what the punishment is for walking into this room without my permission." He wanted to see her bent over the table with her ass in the air. Having her while he circled her was turning him on. He knew when he finally got, he wouldn't last two minutes. She did this to him. Violet had the power to undo him, and she had no idea how to use it. He would do anything for her. All she had to do was ask. "I want you to lean over the bench with your ass in the air."

She stared at him for several seconds and then at the bench. He waited, anticipating her next move. Would she trust him enough to do as he asked?

Only seconds passed, which felt like a lifetime, when she finally moved into position. Rolling up his shirt sleeves, Demon paced the room to gain control over himself.

He stood behind her. Looking at his woman bent over waiting for her punishment. The love he felt for her in those moments was more intense than ever before. Violet was overcoming her fear to give him what he wanted. No woman had ever done such a thing for him.

Demon placed his hand at the base of her back. She jumped, but he understood. Each touch would make her more nervous. If she asked for him to stop, he would consider how far they've gotten an achievement.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked. He wanted her to say no. Asking her would give her the option.

"No. I want to do this for you."

Thankful to whoever was looking down on him. He ran his hands all over her back. Touching her seemed to help her keep control. He wanted to stop the nerves. Showing her the man she loved was still present. Nothing changed the situation they were in.

"For this first time, I'm going to count on you." Demon knew he was breaking his own rules. When two people entered their play area, the dominant one remained in charge and the submissive knew who was boss. In this instant, he was sharing the power.