CHRISTIAN GREY; Pure Agony

Chapter 6: Contract and Agreement

Chapter 6

Ivory's POV

          Red room of pain.

          My eyes wanders around his so called Play Room. The whole room itself and in each scary things that's hanging on the wall terrifies the shit out of me; my inner self gasped. I find it hard to breath. "Ivory?, are you OK?" He asked behind me.

          My eyes landed on the bed with red ropes on each bedpost. I gulp, getting the image of someone who used to be laying on that bed while her wrist and ankles are tied. Why does Christian have these kind of things?. "Ivory?"

          "Christian, why do you have these kind of things?"

          "Does those scares you?" His voise is raw, no emotions on it.

          I turn to look at him and my heart almost jumped out of my ribs. The way he's giving me those dark looks. His burning gray eyes that's digging into my very soul. "Yes. What do you do with all of these?"

          "I use them."

          "To what?"

          "To whom, Ivory"

          Unsteady breathing, I glanced up at him. "A person?"

          He didn't nod instead he walked towards the red curtains and gently strokes it with his hands. "Yes."

         He uses this horrific things to a person?.. "Why--But how?" Do I have to run now?.

          "I'm a Dominant, Ivory."

          "What does that mean?" I asked. Why do I like asking questions that only makes me frightened at the end?.

          He run his hands through the flogger and canes. "I seek pleasure from a Submissive."

          Pleasure. I know what pleasure is. Biting my bottom lip, I speak seriously. "So you've shown me this room because you wanted me to be a submissive?" I gulp hard.

          He turn to face me. "Yes. My submissive."

          "And why would I do that?"

          "To learn and to seek pleasure from me too."

          "Learn?"

          "I got so much to teach you, Ivory. I want you to learn to have a control at yourself at all times."

          I laughed nervously. "You sounded like a control freak."

          He laughed. But not those laugh that's full of humor. His laugh was full of nothing. "Cause I really am. I excercise control at all times and in all things."

          "What else does a submmisive do?" Oh, curiosity is killing me.

          He pursed his lips into a thin line before answering. "First, you have to willingly surrender yourself to me. In all ways. You have to follow my rules. You shall give me pleasure as when I told you so. You just have to comply in everything I'm going to tell you. And most importantly, I shall have control over you."

          I run my hands in my arms, hugging myself, feeling the coldness of this room. "What if I don't comply?."

          "If you don't, then I shall give you a punishment. If you comply, then I shall give you a pleasurable reward at the end."

          I laughed nervously. "What will I get in back?"

          He walked towards me. "Like I said, Pleasure. If you comply, then I shall give you the most pleasurable thing you've never been experinced before." His breath is hot in my face. For that, I get lost once again. Lost in his forbidding gaze. My head says it's all wrong and I should probably run now but my heart is pounding so hard.