Owning Her

Chapter Seven

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The following day, her near confession rang in Vivian's head as she tried to focus on the game she was playing on her Switch. She still had two full days off and could use her Switch as she pleased for the weekend. Greyson was still trying to apologize to her even though she had forgiven him multiple times for his mistake—seventeen times, to be exact.

"Would you like sushi for lunch?" He asked. Vivian looked over her shoulder from where she lay across her bed and smiled.

"Only if you order in. I don't want to get dressed," Vivian replied while toying with her obi belt. She only owned a few kimonos, but Greyson had imported the ones she owned straight from Japan.

"Anything you want, Princess," he said as he put his phone to his ear.

Vivian returned her focus to the game and noticed that one of her little animal villagers was trying to get her attention. She pressed the "A" button and listened to the chatter of the character's language as the words displayed on the screen.

When the sushi arrived, Vivian padded into the living room to find that not only had Greyson ordered a mountain of sushi- but even with the warm late September weather, he had pulled out the Kotatsu. The black blanket covered in Sakura blossom petals attached to the table let her know why the apartment was suddenly freezing; the table was on.

"You don't have to do all of this," she murmured, lowering her Switch to her side.

"This is just a taste of what's to come from now on," he said as he guided her to sit on her pillow lined up with the table.

"Why are you changing everything just because of a simple mistake? I make them quite often, Greyson, and all I do is slightly adjust my behaviors. This behavior from you doesn't make sense and feels like love bombing," she said as her voice trailed off towards the end. Greyson tensed as he slid into his spot with his back against the cream-colored couch.

"I didn't see it that way," he said. "But that's not what this is. Yes, I spoil you, treat you like a queen, and fuck you like my personal whore. However, you also deserve to have my unending worship. You deserve for me to spend time serving you and reminding you that you're useful to me outside of just sex."

Vivian felt her face heat up as she popped a sushi roll into her mouth to stall for time to respond. Greyson beat her to it before she could even finish her chewing.

"I've wanted to start returning the worship behavior for a while now, but it never felt like the right time." He scrubbed a hand over his face. "So yeah, this might not have been the right time, but it's happening now. I care about you, Vivian, and I'm starting to be selfish about it, so the free-use part of our contract is over. Being watched and inviting someone into our bed is still on the table, but I can't sit back and watch eight of my clients use you again."

Something warm wrapped around Vivian's heart as she finished a few more sushi rolls as Greyson spoke.

"How much am I allowed to boss you around?" Vivian asked. Greyson chuckled and gave her that smile that made her insides quiver.

"You can ask me to do anything for you but can't command me. I'm okay if you tell me, 'Hey, can you go run me a bath?" but you don't get to say, 'Hey, go run me a bath.'"Vivian tugged the blanket over her lap and nodded, "Yes, Sir." She leaned over the table to reach for the lo mien.

He gently grabbed her chin and lifted her face to his. "I do care for you, Vivian."

"I care for you, too," she said as she gently grabbed his wrist. He leaned across the table and kissed her nose before letting go of her face.