Olivia's P.O.V
Dark industrial music met my ears as soon as we entered the building. I kept my gaze lowered to the black marbled floor, I stayed beside Sylas. just like he instructed. I wanted to be as close to him as I could, just close enough to clutch his hand if anything were to happen. The more unaware of my surroundings I was, the more my heart jumped against my chest.
Sylas walked us past the bouncers, towards the main area. We came to a stop, I fought the urge to look up to ask why we stopped in what felt like the middle of the place. I attempted to look through my lashes, but I can only see a pair of leather platformed, what I can only imagine, thigh high boots. "Well I was wondering why you called for the unrestrained type night, but I see the reason is well worth it." That feminine voice was familiar, but intensively alluring "Surely she'd be allowed to greet me, will she not?".
My eyes raveled up the leather covered legs, however she seemed to be covered in leather from her neck down. Raven stood before us her hair in the same slicked back ponytail that reached past her waist. Her makeup just as flawless, her lipstick blood stained red, the same confidence I met before greeted me once more by triple the amount.
She made a disapproving sound as I stepped forward. I was not told to look up.
I remained silent, waiting for my next instruction.
"Speak. Olivia." Sylas sounded displeased and angry. My heart sank.
"Nice to formally meet you Mistress." I kept my voice as steady as I could muster seeing as I felt the heat of embarrassment crawl up my spine. "Do exactly as I say, when I say, how I say it. Olivia you will be my responsibility
"Usually I have pets kiss my shoes before speaking to me, however I'm too intrigued by your choice in slaves Sylas. Truly a breath of Fresh air. Lets just hope this time it fills your lungs properly" Raven chuckled as she walked around me again, "I can breathe just fine Raven, concern yourself with your own lungs. Surely you must've been breathless in exhaustion. Tobias simmered down after your last session, by the way thank you for the new crops." Sylas retorted
I snapped my eyes down, Properly? What was that supposed to mean? What's his usual choice in 'slaves'? I am not a slave, Am I? Is this some sort of initiation?Fresh air? I couldn't help a twinge of jealousy to form in me. They continued their conversation as I stood desperately wanting to look around. From what I glimpsed it was full with people, and managed to see red interior.
Sylas continued to converse with Raven about distributions, cyber security and more business related things. Staring at my shoes I silently scowled myself for bringing the worst heels, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Sylas' hand traveled from my lower back to my hip. Losing my rhythm of breath, I watched him stand before me.
He continued talking with Raven as he lowered himself before me, not before placing my hand on his shoulder. I squirmed in confusion, but before I could say a word. He began running his hand down the side of my thigh, cupping the back of my knee he rose my leg enough to slip my heel off. He lifted his eyes to me, I stared back in awe as he did the same thing for the other leg, the absolute tenderness of his touch had me speechless.
Raven stepped into my line of view with slip on black flats in hand. Just as I was going to sigh in relief, Sylas waves them off. "My bottom left drawer..." he paused looking back up at me, "...better yet, excuse us", as he stood he grabbed the back of my knees and hoisted me over his shoulder. I let out the most god-awful squeal ever. "SYLAS DON'T" my eyes widened in fear, yet he began walking completely ignoring my squirming. Huffing in defeat I focused on my surroundings that's when I managed to get a fascinating angle of his beautiful velvet couches, the poles on every other table, and cages littered around people swaying enticingly to the music.
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Sylas' P.O.V
I'm losing focus, control, and nerve when it comes to this woman. staring up at her as I knelt before her, seeing her eyes glistened as she stared at me so sweetly. The lights behind her made her look angelic. I wanted nothing more than to break her halo, strip her away from that phony purity she carries with her. I'd drag her down to hell with me, she's mine. All fucking mine. I itched to have that soft skin of hers welted and blood beading caused by my doing.
As I stormed into my office, my mind crazed of ways to make her mine. I sit her down on the seat in front of my desk.
"Eyes here Little one."
She looked up at me, her eyes begging.
"Speak, Tell me what you're feeling so far"
Olivia drew in a breath and exhaled before opening her mouth, she closed it just as soon as she opened it. My gaze stuck on those full lips, I removed my suit, and began to tug at my tie.
"At ease, I'm relatively calm. I have questions, but no way to phrase them. No idea where to start..." her gaze lowering as she trailed off in thought. I cleared my throat, bring her attention back to me, " Sir! .. sorry" she finished a blush crawling to her cheeks.
"Don't stress so much over it in here, Im more interested in hearing your opinions, how are you emotionally?" I lowered my tone hoping she'd feel comfortable enough to talk to me.
After a couple minutes of silence, her eyes were cast to her lap, but then she smiled. "Sylas, I cant believe you built this? I may not fully understand whats going on here but this is impressive. I mean i've only heard of this stuff a couple times. Never enough to ask questions much less to see it up close. I'm curious on whats expected of me right now. Consider me Intrigued, wildly confused, but fascinated regardless." She twirled her bracelet in consideration. Finally she looked up at me, "Show me, all of it. Show me what you built. But before you do that, I need to know if this will make things awkward at work. I really can't afford to lose this job"
I stared at her intensely, amusement bubbled in my chest but I'll be damned if I let it show. "Olivia you're mine from this day forward, you'll work for me, you'll breathe for me, you'll live for me, I'll be yours, and may god save however comes for you in any way shape or form.
I stepped before her once more, tipping her chin up to meet my gaze. My eyes lost in hers.
"You ever believed in soulmates Liv? I didn't...I still might not believe in that but I looked at you. I wasn't struck with love I was struck with possessiveness. Because from that moment I begged to catch a son of a bitch that looked at you and thought what I thought, i'd send them straight to their maker. Or maybe I might believe in soulmates. All I know..
All I know is you are mine.
All fucking mine Olivia.
You belong to me.
My property.
My soul.
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They'll watch as I brand you with my name." I said millimeters away from kissing her. My fingers curling around the arms of the chair, my restraint slipping by the second. For that I wanted nothing more than to punish her. Damn her. My anger rising with my want for her.
Teach her a lesson.
