Submit to Me

5 - Aaron

I was where I needed to be—at Electra's mercy. She anchored me in place as if she feared I'd run away. I was exposed—unguarded, vulnerable, and naked. And, surprisingly, I was begging for it—for this.

My wrists were handcuffed to the chains hanging from the ceiling, my ankles were handcuffed, chained to the floor, and Electra was circling me, slapping her flogger against the palm of her hand, and giving me the death stare that had my stomach tightening.

I need to remind myself that this isn't for sexual gratification. I'm only asking Electra to discipline me. To help me manipulate my mind to go back to when my parents died in that fucking helicopter—the day my heart completely died with them.

The room echoed when Electra slapped the flogger to the palm of her hand—harder than she was moments earlier. Sounding imperious, she said, "Aaron, I've known you for three years, and not once have you come to me to be dominated. So before we get started, I need you to tell me why you're here."

"I need you to punish and humiliate me," I answered confidently.

She stopped circling, stopping before me—studying me. After a moment, her head tilted to the side, and my heart sped up when she dragged the flogger from my face down my body. Assuming she was going to whip my abdomen with it, I flinched.

"Why do you want to be punished and humiliated? What have you done to deserve what you're asking for?"

"How much time do we have?"

She lifted a brow. "For you?"

I nodded.

"Twenty minutes."

"We don't have much time."

Electra traced my jawline with the flogger, my heart thumping hard against my chest, waiting for her to crack the whip against my cheek. "Give me a rundown on why you need to be punished and humiliated without being sexually gratified."

"My mind is a mess. One. Huge. Fucking. Mess," I answered slowly through gritted teeth, angry with myself for allowing two people to get inside my head and fuck with my mind.

The reason I'm here is to be punished for what I've allowed to happen tonight and for Electra to humiliate me—to bring my mind back to my school years that made me who I am today, returning me to who I was just a few short days ago.

"I need you to elaborate for me, Aaron. Make me understand where your mind is and why you believe this is what you need from me."

When I stared over her shoulder and at the wall, my jaw clenched when I felt the sting of her flogger collide with my cheek.

"Tonight, I was in the middle of having an orgy with four women when I abruptly ended the affair. And it's something I never fucking do."

A look of surprise appeared on her face. I don't know Electra on a personal level. But I've known her long enough to know enough about who she is and what she does ever since Trent hired her three years ago. We've talked; she knows my lifestyle and what brings me great joy after a work week that wasn't so kind to me—threesomes. So, seeing the shock on her face from my admission was no surprise.

"Why did you end it?"

"My conscience took over me."

Her brows lifted. "Your conscience," she repeated. "Why? What brought that on?"

The entire conversation with my grandmother returned to my mind. As well as the things Rory said, making sure what he said stayed with me by his words embedding under my skin and my mind holding those words hostage.