SUBMISSIVES CULT

Chapter 10: Dominion and Desire

Dominic

I stood in the doorway, the weight of the evening's chaos settling over me like a heavy cloak. Isla's eyes widened as she took in my presence, the intensity of her gaze reflecting the tumultuous storm that had consumed the mansion. She had no idea what was truly at stake tonight, no comprehension of the war raging just beyond these walls.

"Isla," I said, my voice low and controlled, masking the fury simmering beneath the surface. "It's time for your punishment."

Her breath caught in her throat, and for a brief moment, I almost wavered. Almost. But then I remembered the way she had let Callum's eyes linger on her, the way she had flaunted herself so brazenly. It was a betrayal that I couldn't ignore, a challenge to my authority that needed to be met with absolute dominance.

I crossed the room in a few quick strides, closing the distance between us. She stood there, trembling, a mix of fear and anticipation in her eyes. I could see the questions swirling in her mind, the uncertainty of what was to come. Good. She needed to understand the consequences of her actions.

Gripping her arm, I led her to the center of the room, where I had already prepared everything we would need. The leather restraints gleamed in the dim light, a promise of the control I would exert over her. She glanced at them, then back at me, her eyes filled with a mix of apprehension and arousal.

"You need to understand your place, Isla," I said, my voice a growl. "And you will. Tonight."

Without another word, I pushed her down onto the small stool and secured her wrists to the arms. The leather was tight, unyielding, a physical reminder of her submission. She didn't resist, but I could see the tension in her body, the way her breath quickened as I tightened the straps.

When she was securely bound, I stepped back, taking a moment to admire the sight before me. Her chest rose and fell with each rapid breath, her skin flushed with a mix of fear and desire. The room was silent, save for the soft sound of her breathing and the faint hum of the lights.

I reached for the knife, the same one I had used earlier, and held it up so she could see. Her eyes widened, a flicker of fear crossing her face, but she didn't look away. Good. She needed to watch, to understand the power I held over her.

"Do you remember this?" I asked, my voice a whisper. "Do you remember the lesson I taught you earlier?"

She nodded, her eyes never leaving the blade.

"Good," I said, stepping closer. "But tonight, you need a deeper lesson. One that you'll never forget."

I pressed the flat of the blade against her cheek, the cold metal a stark contrast to her warm skin. She shivered, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she forced them open again. The fear in her eyes was intoxicating, a heady mix of vulnerability and submission that fed the dark hunger inside me.

I trailed the knife down her neck, grazing her collarbone before moving lower. She gasped, her body tensing beneath the touch of the blade. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the way she struggled to balance fear and desire, submission and defiance.

"Do you feel that?" I murmured, my voice soft but laced with menace. "That's your punishment, Isla. The reminder that you belong to me."

She nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I continued to trail the knife down her body, the tip grazing her skin just enough to leave a faint mark. She whimpered, her body trembling, but she didn't pull away. She knew better.

I paused, the blade resting just above her heart. "You will never forget this night," I said, my voice a dark promise. "You will never forget who owns you."