Three Means 1

Chapter 4: Submissive

    The wind, which had wrapped itself around Dulce's legs earlier, quickly let go of its grip as the concrete turned into familiar tiles once they entered.

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

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

"Shut up, I'm telling you." Pierre growled. It began to make Dulce fearful. She remained quiet until they reached their apartment.

    "Could you put me down now, please?" She pleaded once she saw the familiar rug.

    Pierre smirked and carried her into the living room, gripping her less tightly.

    "You sound so submissive." He pointed out.

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

    Before she could protest more, 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 got up from the couch. Instead of carefully removing her heels, she used her left heel to take off the right, then her bare right foot to remove the left, causing unnecessary noise.

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

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

    Pierre stopped his search and placed his findings on the counter. He slightly leaned over and smirked .

    "I don't necessarily have to eat this." He said, his eyes drifting over her 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 attack Arthur as you did, how dare you?" Dulce yelled, grabbing the closest item and laucnhing it at him, hitting his lip.

Dulce gasped inwardly as she noticed the blood dripping from his lip but maintained her angry expression. "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.

"He does not deserve you. Only I am worthy of your touch and those fucking 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 say something like that? 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, stopping her.

    "If you wish, I will not oppose. But I'm begging you, kiss me. Even if it's for the last time."

Dulce's mind was set on one thing: rejection. She did not want to touch him, to be near him. She didn't even want to remain in this place. Since arriving, her days had been filled with anxiety, which she mistook by adrenaline rushes. It had become nauseating, and the excitement was fading.

    Dulce, despite being hesitant, considered Pierre worthy of a good ending. With this in mind, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Neither of them were bothered to clean up 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, bringing their bodies together. Their lips moved, and she sensed his heart beating against hers.

    After a quick moment, Pierre let go. Dulce noticed blood smeared across his mouth.

    "Fuck, sorry, this doesn't stop." He apologized, using his thumb to wipe away some of the blood. Dulce watched as he cleared the stain, allowing herself to focus better on his lips and the blood that tinted them.

    "Stop." She commanded, grabbing his hand. She guided it to his back, and held it there firmly, restricting his movement.

    "Let me play with you." She added.

    Pierre took a step back, unaware of the countertop, and accidentally provided Dulce with an opportunity to grab his other hand, placing it behind him.

    "Keep your hands right there." She instructed.

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

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

    He obeyed and sat on the stool facing her, keeping his mouth shut.

    "I will grab something from my room. Will you be good and stay still for me?" She asked without waiting for his reply.

Dulce turned around and walked the distance to her room. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it, her breathing barely working. For a moment or two, she stayed 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 going to her bedside table. There was a gray tape inside its drawers, sturdy enough to keep any mouth sealed.

    She walked back to Pierre and he immediately notices the item in her hand.

    "What are you doing?" He asked, pointing towards it. Dulce dropped the tape on his lap, before delivering a slap across his face with her right palm. The sound was loud. She smiled.

    "Did I not tell you to keep both hands behind your back?" She reminded him, and without hesitation, he listened.

    She grabbed the tape from his lap, and circled around him to bind both of his hands, four times.

    She leaned close to his ear and 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 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 ♥️.