"YOU WERE MINE, YOU'RE MINE, AND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE, " he declared, his voice a low growl as he thrust deeper into me.
"Ahh, I h-hate you," I managed to gasp, the intensity of the moment making it hard to think straight.
"SAY THAT AGAIN AND SE...
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I had slept deeply, cocooned in the unsettling warmth of his arms. When I woke, the lingering darkness of the night still clung to me. Darius’s presence was palpable, his hold tightening around me, possessive even in sleep. But something was different today. I could feel it—the shift in the air, the weight of unspoken words hanging between us.
As I stirred, I felt his gaze land on me before I even turned to look. His dark eyes were already fixed on me, studying me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.
“You’re awake,” he said, his voice deep, commanding.
I swallowed, nodding slightly as I pushed myself up from the bed, my body still aching from the night before. Every time I moved, I felt the remnants of his control—both the pleasure and the pain.
“We need to talk.” His tone was clipped, filled with a dominance that set me on edge. He wasn’t in the mood for conversation; he was here to lay down something more final. Something I couldn’t escape.
“What is it?” I asked hesitantly, wrapping the blanket around myself, trying to shield myself from whatever was coming next.
He stood, towering over me as he moved to the side of the bed. He was dressed now, his sharp, tailored clothes only enhancing the commanding presence he radiated. When he spoke, it was with a kind of finality that sent a shiver down my spine.
“You are mine, Aurelia,” he said, his voice low and authoritative. “And it’s time you started behaving like it.”
I stiffened, my heart racing as his words sank in. “Behaving?”
“You’ve tested my patience long enough,” he continued, his gaze never leaving mine. “I’ve given you time to adjust, to come to terms with your place. But now, you need structure. Rules. Punishment.”
I felt my throat tighten as the gravity of what he was saying settled over me. Rules. Punishment. He was no longer just the man who controlled me; he was taking this further—making my submission absolute.
“What kind of rules?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, even though I knew the answer wouldn’t be anything I wanted to hear.
A dark smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he knelt in front of me, his hand reaching out to cup my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“Simple,” he murmured. “Rules that ensure you remember exactly who owns you. Every moment of your day will belong to me. Your body, your actions, your thoughts. Everything.”
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin. “You will obey without question. You will never speak back to me unless I allow it. You will come to me when I call, and you will take whatever punishment I deem necessary if you disobey.”
I trembled in his grip, my heart racing as I tried to process the weight of his words. This was no longer just a game of dominance. This was complete and utter control.
“What if I… what if I don’t?” I asked, my voice shaking as I forced the words out, though I already knew the answer.
Darius’s eyes darkened, his grip on my chin tightening slightly. “If you don’t follow the rules, you will be punished,” he said, his voice deadly calm. “And believe me, Aurelia, you don’t want to find out what happens when I’m truly displeased.”
His hand slid down my neck, his fingers brushing lightly against my collarbone before coming to rest on the bare skin of my shoulder. “But I have a feeling you’ll learn quickly. You see, I know what you need, even if you won’t admit it.”
I stared up at him, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. Part of me wanted to fight, to resist the control he was tightening around me. But another part… the part that had been broken down by his dominance, couldn’t help but feel a dark, twisted thrill at the thought of being his entirely.
“What are the rules?” I asked, my voice quieter now, tinged with resignation.
His smile widened, and he stood, towering over me as he began to outline his commands.
“Rule one: You will obey me without hesitation. If I give you an order, you will follow it immediately.”
I swallowed, nodding slowly as he continued.
“Rule two: You will never leave this estate without my permission. You will never attempt to escape again. If you do, the consequences will be far worse than anything you’ve experienced so far.”
A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of what he might do if I tried to run again.
“Rule three: Your body belongs to me, Aurelia. You will not touch yourself, undress yourself, or do anything to your body without my explicit permission.”
I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment at the bluntness of his words, but I remained silent, listening as he continued.
“Rule four: You will speak only when spoken to unless I tell you otherwise. Your words are a privilege, not a right.”
I felt the weight of his gaze on me, and I knew there was no room for argument.
“And finally, rule five,” he said, his voice dropping lower, more dangerous. “You will learn to take your punishments with grace. There will be no tears, no begging. If you disobey, you will be disciplined until I am satisfied.”
I trembled under the intensity of his stare, feeling the weight of his control settle over me like a cage. There was no escape. I was his now, in every way that mattered.
“Do you understand?” he asked, his voice firm, commanding.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he prompted, his eyes narrowing slightly.
I swallowed hard, my throat tightening around the words. “Yes, sir.”
His smile widened, dark and possessive, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from my face. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re learning.”
I felt a strange warmth flood my chest at his praise, despite the fear still gripping me. There was something intoxicating about the way he controlled me, the way he bent me to his will with nothing more than a few words.
But I couldn’t let myself fall any deeper into this madness. I had to remember who I was before all of this. I had to fight.
She was mine now, truly mine. I could see it in her eyes, the way she trembled at my touch, the way her voice shook when she called me sir. It was intoxicating, watching her struggle against the inevitable. Watching her realize that no matter how much she resisted, she couldn’t escape me.
I had her where I wanted her—on the edge of submission, her spirit bending under my dominance but not quite broken. And I loved it. The fight in her only made her surrender that much sweeter.
But this was just the beginning.
She would learn that there was no life outside of me. Every part of her would be molded to fit my desires, my commands. And when she finally surrendered completely, when she accepted her place at my feet, I would reward her. But until then, I would show her just how deep my control went.
I moved closer, towering over her as I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear. “You belong to me, Aurelia,” I whispered, my voice dripping with dark promise. “And you will learn to love it.”
She shuddered in my arms, and I smiled, knowing that the battle was far from over. But in the end, she would fall. She always did.
And when she did, I would be there to catch her—just as I always had.
