Control

Chapter 12

James

Red.

It's all I could see, taste, smell, hear and feel. This has quickly escalated from amusement to complete rage. I felt my control slipping, which never happens anymore, and I seethed that much more. I glanced at the unconscious form of the minx who has mussed my temperament worse than anything before. And I am the son of my father! If that man can't elicit this reaction out of me, I was amazed that someone so small, weak, and innocent, could have such an impact on me. I shook my head and continued driving. This time, there was no escaping.

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"Baby girl," I cooed, gently shaking her still unconscious form into the present. I saw her slowly blink away her sleep and deep confusion display on her face. I smirked in pleasure. This was going to be so much fun...

I took in her restrained form. She was sprawled out like a star fish, with each limb tied to a separate post on the four-poster bed frame. I had a tie covering her mouth, and nothing but a thin sheet covering her bare body. Her eyes widened in terror as she took in both her surroundings and current bound state and she began frantically struggling against her restraints, gradually shaking the sheet off of her slight frame.

I smirked as she stilled in realization as to the consequences of her actions. And boy, was she in for some heavy consequences. I regarded her with my arms folded and slowly raked in her appearance once more, trailing my eyes from the bottom of her feet to meet her fearful eyes. I tusked quietly, shaking my head in a mocking manner.

"Oh baby girl, it should be a sin how beautiful you are."

That did it. Tears started streaming from her eyes and muffled sobs were earnestly trying to sound out from behind their makeshift gag. The cries were wracking her body and I felt a spike of guilt as I thought she might hyperventilate and pass out for the third time today. Unsure of what to do to make it stop, I approached her to take off her gag.

Wrong move.

If I thought I'd seen her hysterical before, that was nothing. The Tasmanian devil was unleashed in a swirl of red as she began convulsing and fighting against her cage with every ounce of energy in her tiny figure. She was terrified. And I loved it. Perhaps now, she would listen and obey. She would be mine. Always.

Whoa, I didn't know where that thought came from. Keep it together James! I watched as she tired herself out and gradually stilled, tears still pouring from her eyes. I then approached, running a finger along her face, which she violently tried flinching away from, and caught the gag, pulling it down away from her mouth. I expected wailing, and was surprised to be met with silence.

She stilled immediately and gazed at me with wary eyes, fear still very much an underlying emotion. I took both hands and cupped her face, brushing away the tears that had stained her cheeks. I glanced down at her naked chest, and gently pulled up the sheet, so as not to be distracted. Yet.

"You've been very naughty, Ella. I am used to getting my way, and you have defied me at every turn. Rejecting me at the club. I initially thought you were just too shy or in denial that I would flatter you with my attention. Little did I know that my little minx was angry and acting out of defiance." I chuckled lightly and sat next to her on the bed. I stared out the window as I continued by musings.

"You attempted to get out of our arrangement, then disobeyed me at every request I made thereafter. Do you see the pattern yet, Ella? The more you defy me, the angrier I get, and the less freedom I will allow you. You have lost my trust, and once lost, it is almost impossible to gain it back. I don't know what to do with you. However, I am willing to let you try to gain back my trust."

"We are going to start at the lowest rung, and I will allow you more allowances with each act of obedience, until I can trust you to always do as I say. Now, would you like to earn some clothing?" I finished with a smirk, turning fully towards her, and was surprised when I was met not with a frightened young girl, but a livid firecracker staring back at me.

"Fuck. You." Ella seethed between her teeth and I could tell she attempted to place as much hostility as possible in those two words as she tried to challenge me. How cute.

"I'll take that as a 'no'." With that, I got up and walked to the door. Glancing back, I left her with a promise.

"You are mine, Ella. You will know that very soon."