Control

Chapter 10

James

"Sh*t", I muttered as I caught Ella's full weight. I couldn't believe she just fainted!

"What did you do to her?!" Allison screamed at me.

Ignoring her, I placed Ella in my car and quickly got into the other side. I drove away without giving Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber a chance to stop me. Glancing over at Ella, I almost burst out laughing. She was awkwardly slunk in the seat, slack-jawed, and it almost sounded like she was snoring. At least I could hear she was breathing.

I quickly made it to my apartment and carried Ella over my shoulder like a potato sack. Fortunately, no one was around so I didn't have to worry about any curious glances or come up with some cover story. I let her down on my bed while I went to get a glass of water- having no idea how I was supposed to wake her up. As adorable as unconscious Ella was, I needed her alert so we could delve deeper into the details of our arrangement.

I shook her shoulder and murmured her name a few times with no response. Rather than give her whiplash, I opted for dealing with her wet and tossed the water in her face. Immediately, she gasped and sat up choking on the water that went up her nose- oops. She frantically looked around and instantly stilled when she saw me.

"Wha-what's going on?!" She stuttered out breathlessly.

"Welcome home, baby girl!"

Ella glanced around nervously and I smirked in victory. I meant it as a joke, but now I thought it was a great idea. I mean, boyfriends and girlfriends live together sometimes, right? I chuckled at her shaking frame, loving the overwhelming sense of power it instilled in me. I would love nothing more than to own her in every way possible. She would be the perfect puppet, and I could tell that she would be compliant in all things- with just the minimal amount of persuasion, or intimidation.

"What do you mean? Where am I?" Ella gulped.

"Our apartment, baby girl. We can go back later for your stuff." I said nonchalantly while throwing myself next to her on the bed. In a relaxed pose with my hands behind my head and my legs crossed, I listened to her start to anxiously mutter to herself or me. It was hard to tell.

"No, no, no, no, no. This- this isn't happening. I mean, I just thought we were pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend? They don't always have to live together, right? I ca-can't believe this! This is kidnapping! Can't we just tell everyone I'm religious or something so we don't have to live together? It's bad enough as it is, pl-please. James, please, don't make me stay here. I will do anything, just please don't do this!" She plead with all her might.

Normal people may have been stirred to compassion by such a speech. Not I. In fact, it had the opposite affect on me. I wanted her to stay here all the more. I could see her wheels turning quickly, trying to think of a way out of this, should I deny her plan of begging. Little did she know, unless it was for my benefit, I would deny all of her requests.

As if I hadn't heard a word or taken notice of her tear-filled eyes, I sat up and declared, "you'll have to clear out a few drawers and some space in the closet for your things, but your stuff should fit no problem."

She began violently shaking her head as she stood up from the bed and started making her way to the door.

"NO! I refuse to do this. I don't care, you can get me kicked out of school. This is just ridiculous! You aren't the King of the Land here, you know? You cannot keep me here and I won't stay. Forget the deal, forget it all."

Before she could make it out the door, I had my chest pressed against her back with my arms wrapped around her slight frame, holding it in place. Freezing in surprise, I took advantage of the brief reprieve in her rant and brought my mouth to her ear, inhaling her tempting scent and loving the tremors that ran through her body because of my nearness.

"Oh Ella, how wrong you are. Where you are concerned, I am King. I will own you in every way imaginable. Don't you see? The harder you fight against me, the more I want you- the harder I become."

I pushed my erection against her hip and turned her head to look at me, reveling in the look of pure terror that had graced her delicate features. I smiled down at her, making her shrink back even more terrified.

"Baby girl," I whispered menacingly, "I'm giving you one chance here before I carry out consequences for your naughty behavior. Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks and I turned her fully to me so we were chest-to-chest with hardly a breath of space between us. Wiping away the tears with my thumbs I leaned in and placed butterfly kisses on her eyes, cheeks, then a feather-light kiss on her lips. I then brought her into a tighter embrace before picking her up carrying her back to the bed.

She was in such a state of hysteria that she hardly noticed, nor did she object to my actions as I set her down gently under the covers, before climbing in after her. I pulled her back into my chest as she sobbed quietly. "Baby girl," I started, urging her to calm down and listen, "shhh. As long as you listen, everything will be just fine. I need you to calm down so that we can have a little chat, alright?"

Her sobs lessened and turned to small sniffles and an occasional hiccough. "That's my girl. Now, we have a few things to go over. Are you going to listen?" I asked her, as if speaking to a child.

She numbly nodded her head and sniffed once more. I started running my fingers through her beautiful red hair as I began explaining.

"Good girl. As my girlfriend, there are certain rules you must follow, so as not to embarrass me or yourself. You'll be expected to attend any functions, public or private with me. I will cover everything for clothes, shoes, hair, make-up, etc. You will not wear those hideous glasses or that f*cking wig ever again, and your wardrobe is going to get a major overhaul. I don't care what you're studying in school, as long as you do well. You'll quit your job to focus on your studies and to be available to me whenever I need you. You won't need the money because I'll be covering all of your expenses."

"But-"

"Furthermore," I cut off her interjection, "you will be sure to act the part of a doting girlfriend convincingly. We will be physically affectionate both publicly and privately so that you don't seem uncomfortable around me. This includes, but is not limited to: holding hands, cuddling, kissing, and sleeping together. And I mean just sleeping." I added the last sentence hurriedly as I felt her start to struggle within my hold.

After feeling her calm down, I continued, "I need to know how you're feeling about things early on so that we can address them without potentially causing a public scene. My reputation is very important to me and my career, so I will not have you f*ck it up because of some female hormonal sh*t. Whether I am around or not, you need to think of your actions and how they reflect on me. Most of all, you will be obedient. When I say 'jump', you'll respond with 'how high?'"

I finished my tirade and let it sink in, trying to be patient as I anxiously awaited her response. After almost ten minutes, she still hadn't said anything. I peeked over her shoulder to look at her face to see if I could gauge any reaction, and I saw her...sleeping! 

Oh baby girl, you are in for a world of hurt when you wake from dreamland.

A/N

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