Three Means 1

Chapter 4: Submissive

The wind, which had earlier entwined itself around Dulce's legs, swiftly loosened its grip as the concrete beneath her feet transformed into familiar tiles upon their entrance.

"Put me down this instant. I will not repeat myself," she cried out, recognizing the lobby of their apartment.

Instead of complying, she felt another slap on her bottom, less painful than the previous one. Her body had become numb from the cold, and her protests had diminished to mere whimpers.

  "Shut up, I tell you." Pierre growled, his voice a blend of anger and intoxication, which began to instill fear in Dulce. She remained quiet until they reached their apartment.

"Could you put me down now, please?" she pleaded upon seeing the familiar rug.

Pierre smirked and carried her into the living room, his grip loosening.

"You sound so submissive," he remarked.

Dulce pressed her lips together, trying to suppress the unwelcome thoughts of a dominant Pierre.

Before she could protest further, he threw her onto one of the couches and walked away.

    Dulce rolled her eyes and placed her feet on the floor, using her hands on her thighs for support as she rose from the couch. Instead of carefully removing her heels, she used her left heel to dislodge the right, then her bare right foot to remove the left, causing unnecessary noise.

She quietly made her way towards the kitchen, the only route to the hallway, and saw Pierre rummaging through the fridge.

"Is this why you fucking dragged me out of the event? To eat while I sit alone on the couch?" she demanded.

Pierre stopped his search and placed his findings on the counter. Leaning over slightly, a faint smirk appeared on his face.

"I don't necessarily have to eat this," he said, his eyes roving over Dulce's body.

"You're fucking ill. I'm so done with this little game. The disrespect tonight was beyond you. To carry me here without my consent, to strike Arthur as you did—how dare you?" Dulce yelled, grabbing the nearest item and hurling it at him, hitting his lip.

    Dulce gasped inwardly as she noticed the blood trickling from his lip but maintained her scowl. "He deserves no sympathy," she thought, feeling no remorse and wishing she had thrown a knife instead.

    Pierre took a deep breath and slowly brought his fingers to his lower lip, rubbing them over the wound. He examined the blood on his fingers but showed no anger.

   "He does not deserve you. Only I am worthy of your touch and delicate kisses," Pierre's voice was now calm, low, almost as if he wished not to speak.

    "You are not. What have you done for me? Who are you to declare such a thing? I want this to be the last time we ever come close. Even if we live under the same roof for now, I want no contact with you. Ever." Dulce turned to leave, but a hand wrapped around her waist, halting her.

"If you wish, I will not oppose. But I beg of you, kiss me. Even if this will be the last."

    Dulce's mind was set on one thing: rejection. She did not want to touch him, to be near him, nor to remain in this place. Since her arrival, her days had been filled with anxiety, often mistaken for adrenaline rushes. It had become nauseating, and the excitement was fading.

Dulce, though hesitant to conclude matters abruptly, deemed Pierre worthy of a contented conclusion. With this sentiment in mind, she leaned forward and pressed her moistened lips to his. Neither bothered to cleanse the blood from his lip, and the flavor was that of metal and salt.

    His hands found their way to her waist, intertwining his fingers behind her, drawing their bodies together. Their lips moved in harmony, and she sensed his heart pulsating against her own.

After a fleeting moment of shared intimacy, Pierre finally withdrew. Confusion clouded Dulce's gaze as she noticed blood smeared across his mouth, a fresh trickle seeping from the wound.

"Fuck, sorry, this doesn't stop," Pierre apologized, using his thumb to wipe away a fraction of the blood. Dulce observed as he cleared the stain, allowing herself to focus on the contour of his lips and the blood that tinted them, making them more alluring.

"Stop," she commanded, grabbing his hand and clasping it with her own. Guiding it to his back, she held it there firmly, restricting his movement.

"Let me play with you," she added.

Pierre, taking a step back unaware of the countertop, inadvertently provided Dulce with an opportunity to seize his other hand, placing it behind him.

"Keep your hands right there," she instructed.

He complied, and she grabbed one of the medium stools next to them, sliding it in front of him.

"Sit here, but keep both of your hands behind you."

Compliantly, he obeyed, sitting on the stool facing her, his mouth sealed, anticipation illuminating his eyes.

"I will grab something from my room. Will you be a good boy and stay still for me, hm?" she asked without awaiting his reply.

    Departing without further ado, Dulce traversed the distance to her room. Shutting the door behind her, she leaned against it, her breaths hastening. For a moment or two, she remained there, her head swimming, her knees growing weak.

    "I'm fucking done. This is the last time I will ever do something like this," she whispered to herself before accessing her bedside table. Within its drawers lay a roll of gray tape, sturdy enough to keep any mouth shut.

Returning to Pierre's presence, he immediately spied the item in her grasp.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked, pointing towards it. Dulce dropped the tape onto his lap, delivering a resounding slap across his face with her right palm. The sound reverberated, eliciting a satisfied smile from her.

"Did I not instruct you to keep both hands behind your back?" she reminded him, and without hesitation, he complied.

Grabbing the tape from his lap, she circled around him, binding both of his hands, four times, with meticulous precision.

Leaning close to his ear, she whispered, "Let's go to your room and see how much you can take."

A/N: Hello guys, I apologize for taking so long to update. I practice medicine and I am constantly studying. Now that I have noticed this story is getting more attention, I will try to update more often, but please, have patience with me. Again, thank you for the support and wait for me ♥️.