"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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The day Darius told me my training would begin, there was an edge to his words that left my stomach in a tight knot. I sat silently in his study as he outlined his expectations, his gaze unwavering, like he was watching for every flicker of reaction in my eyes.
"This isn't punishment," he began, his tone calm, though commanding. "This is about preparation, molding you to understand both the boundaries I've set and the trust I expect."
The word "trust" caught my attention, echoing back to the small, private moments of care he'd shown me over the last few days. Somehow, that word made this feel different-more significant, more layered.
He handed me a neatly folded paper. "These are my expectations. Study them carefully."
With a deep breath, I unfolded the paper. Each line was written with precision, each expectation clear, direct. He had broken it down: obedience, respect, self-discipline, and above all, trust. The list wasn't extensive, but every word carried weight.
Darius stepped forward, watching me intently as I read. "We'll begin with obedience."
I nodded, feeling the weight of his presence close to me, as if even his proximity was a test of my willingness to comply. "Yes, sir."
"Good." His approval, subtle but palpable, stirred a strange pride in me.
He moved to sit down in a chair nearby, leaving me standing before him. "Today, we're going to start with simple commands. I want you to respond immediately, without question. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," I replied, feeling my cheeks heat as he observed me, unrelenting.
With a slight nod, he beckoned me forward, instructing me to kneel at his feet. It was a simple command, yet I felt the power shift between us as I complied, lowering myself in front of him. The vulnerability was overwhelming, but I forced myself to meet his gaze.
"You're doing well," he murmured, his hand resting on my shoulder. The gesture was reassuring, even grounding. "The goal of this training isn't just obedience-it's understanding the dynamic we have, the boundaries we share."
I listened closely, nodding slightly as his hand traced a line down my arm, his gaze softening. "This isn't just for my sake, Aurelia. It's to help you find confidence in your place, knowing what I expect and how you'll grow within it."
His words struck a chord within me. There was no trace of impatience in his tone, only an unwavering focus that felt like he was seeing something in me I wasn't sure I saw in myself.
After a moment, he rose, extending his hand. "Come," he said simply.
With his guidance, the training progressed slowly, each command a building block, each acknowledgment a small reward. And through it all, he watched me, his attention both intense and unwavering.
