Isabel

27. Dominance

Third Person Pov.

Vlad carried Isabel with such vigor she felt he was going to break her. But it was an act to prove to her who was in charge and from earlier discussions the woman had seriously disrespected him. His authority. His dorminance and he was going to make her regret it intensely. He was going to greatly punish her. Isabel wiggled trying to free herself from his grip. It was a failed attempt.
Vlad stopped infront of a door pitch black door. He entered a code. The beeping of the little device caused Isabel to try and steal a peak but it was impossible.

"One last time Bella, do you want this?," He asked carefully. He knew how dark he could get in that room and the last thing he wanted was to scare the poor girl. He and Archer had been friends in various aspects of life. College was when they had discovered their darkness but Archer always went easy.

He never held back. He was the demon that women run away from. The kind of demon that would gladly leave you a mess. For so many years, he had kept his dark fantasy at bay because of Daniela. The name was no longer present in his mind anymore. The love he had for her dissipated the moment she had Isabel. He no longer loved her. He just wanted her to feel what he was going through. He regretted his actions deeply. The reason he didn't want to hurt the masterpiece in his arms.

Isabel didn't hesitate.

" I want this ,Sir," he licked his lower lip, a sly grin on his face.

" Then so be it," he finally allowed the door to open.

The moment his shoes stepped into the familiar space, he felt every single sweetness snap out of his system. This was his true identity. An inaudible gasp left Isabel's lips. The dark red walls was like an erotic museum. The lethal ,yet pleasurably equipments were orderly arranged. She wanted to keep the memory and paint it later.

The various built in cabinets were a spark to her curiosity. What did they contain. She asked herself.

That was when she felt ,Vlad slowly putting her back on her feet. She was staring at him face to face. Sweat glistening on her forehead and hairs sticking to her face. She was rendered speechless.

" You have three minutes to go," he gestured around him.

"Around those and chose two types of whips, a rope and any vibrator of your choice. Lay them on the bed," Isabel turned to examine the bed. The bed neatly arranged. Everything on it was black. Black pillows to black blankets. She whimpered suddenly as Vlad took a fistfull of her hair and yanked her around to face him. He scanned her face for any fear. There was this lustful fear and he fed off it.

" And get this little dress off you, I want you naked on your knees by the time I get back," he let go of her hair like it burned.

Isabel didn't need to be told twice. She bolted to the wall. Her pulse quickened. What was she going to choose?. She hadn't experienced it all and she didn't know how painful it would be against her bare skin.

The whips. She stared at the black cane like thing. She gritted her teeth and picked it. Another whip. Her eyes landed on the mysterious looking whip.Thong Whip with Spiked Tails. That was what she went for. She wiped the sweat off her face and went to the ropes.

She had never cursed Archer but today she cursed him for not properly training her.

She bit her lips. Without thinking she picked a jet black cable like rope and added it to her choices.
She had to rampage through all the drawers before finally landed on the vibrators.