Dominant Love(BDSM)

Chapter Five

I....I can't believe it.  I have to go back to that monster's home. Hopefully when I get there, he won’t be. I don't care if I have to walk all 10 miles back to my house, the sooner I'm finished with this thing the better. After pulling into the driveway, I cut the car off and sit there to admire it. It would take me years to earn enough money to even rent this thing. I get out and walk to the condo to drop off the keys.

I sat in my in home office, the light shone dimly through the slightly opened curtains; I loved the dark, out of the norm, I know, but that was me. I heard the slam of a car door being shut and I slowly eased up and out of my swirling chair, muttering over to myself as I walked out of my office and towards the foyer. "Who the hell is slamming doors in my driveway?" I sighed and opened the door to see Catayla standing on my steps. I rolled my eyes slowly and sighed.

 "Please tell me you didn't slam my car door." I mentally prayed she said no. I studied her face as I awaited her response.

I look nervously at him then at his feet. "Well I didn't slam it per say, just closed the door a bit too hard." I say letting out an uncomfortable chuckle when his eyes darkened. "Look, I just came to drop off your keys," I say, taking his hand and forcing it open, placing the keys in his palm and closing it back. "See, there they are now. We have nothing that connects us anymore." I say straightening my shirt. "Now I'm going home. May our paths never cross again," I say turning on my heel and walking away just to be stopped by a strong hand grasping my forearm.

I cocked my head slightly to the side as she spoke. I kept my anger in, knowing if I let it out, Catayla would be in horrendous trouble; trouble that would involve her officially breaking down and crying at my feet.

I gripped my keys that she forcefully put into my hands, that was a big no-no, I wasn't one to let anyone go, especially not a female who had the descent to force anything on me. I gripped her forearm, stopping her in her tracks. I bent my head down as my lips brushed against her ear softly. "Don't ever force anything into my hands. Also my love, you shouldn't have taken the car it has a gps in it." A sly smirk played on my lips. "Now I know where you live, so it'll be the right thing to move or play nice with me."

I can feel my eyes widen to the point that they hurt but I can't help it. "You...you....what the fuck is wrong with you?"

I chuckled softly and smiled. "I told you, I'm not a very bad guy I just have a fucked up lifestyle." I took a pause. "A lifestyle that consists of me harming but loving you at the same time, a lifestyle that if you were mine in a way, would change your whole life around, a lifestyle that will make you feel like you're someone in this big collision we call society." I whispered into her soft small ear. "A lifestyle that will make all your dreams become reality."

‘What is this guy’s deal? Does he think he's the all mighty god?' I think to myself. "You're a sick man," I spat before I can catch it.

I stared at her and replayed her words in my head as if the words she spat at me were movie credits that had been played far too fast. I clicked my tongue. "Sweetheart, here we go again. You want to call me names?" I questioned her, raising an eyebrow. "Please at least call me something that hasn't been plunged into my ears already." I smirked. "I beg you, it does get sick and tiring to me hearing monster, sick man, and a lot of other words and sayings that I've heard, it's like you're a parrot of some sort."

I felt fear flood over me making the large lap of waves across my skin, I felt the sun start to set behind me. I don't know what to do, he's giving me something I've been waiting for:  to give him a sassy combat without being hit. My mind goes blank and my eyes vacant as I try to pull thoughts together, pushing away the feeling of how he compared me to a fucking parrot.