My Psychotic Master

Chapter 6

Jacks POV

Goddammit Jack, you need to pull yourself together. She's making you soft! Ok, maybe not soft, but I definitely can't keep my mind off Hannah. I'm just too worried about her, about what could happen whenever I'm away from her. Who knows how many things will happen to her after this week is up that I won't like, and I won't be there to stop them from happening.

I couldn't stop my mind from picturing how she would look beneath me, how she would sound while I pleased her, how her face would change and flash with ecstasy... It took all my self control to stop myself from ripping off that tiny dress of hers earlier, from taking control of her and seeing exactly what I had pictured. But, I couldn't. Not yet. I needed to make her wait; I couldn't give in to her, then it would really show that she made me nice.

I couldn't think more about this right now, I had a job to do. I walked into my... Business room and looked at the man who was tied up, in the same place that Hannahs' brother was in. Where all this started. Fear plagued the mans face and body. As I laughed at his demise I realized that she wasn't making me any easier on anyone but her; and even my easy on her was rough.

"Mr.Saber, please, it wasn't me. I would never do that to you!" I raised my eyebrows and smiled, walking closer to him, "Oh really? So, the police showing up here right after you start business with me is just a coincidence?" I said. "Oh, and by the way, I didn't get in trouble. So all that was for nothing. And the consequence is not mine to worry about, that is yours."

He shook his head, "I promise it was just a coincidence." I took off my jack, rolled up my sleeves and grabbed the brass knuckles that Ralph gave me. I slipped them on, walking closer to the man. "See, I just don't believe in coincidences." I punched him square in the jaw. "I believe, that you make your own way, that you make things for yourself. Just like you made me do this to you." And like how I made Hannah stay with me.

I punched him in the face and stomach a few times till he was bleeding and I felt satisfied with how he looked and how much pain he was in. I turned away and started walking away, dropping the brass knuckles, listening to them clatter onto the concrete ground.

"Take care of him," I told Ralph and Pete, my two best guards and henchmen. "What do you want us to-" "Take care of him," I said through gritted teeth and more fierce, angry they even had to ask me. I closed the door behind me, silencing the begging that the man had just started doing. Well, I couldn't exactly let him go, he would just run back to the cops, with evidence now as he was all beat up, and even I have limits with how much I can get away with.

I went and washed my hands, getting all the blood off them; I don't think Hannah would appreciate that much. I put my jacket back on as well and made sure nothing looked out of place. She said she wanted to know everything about me, but she definitely didn't know what she was getting herself into with that request. I'm not going to let her in on many things that I do, and definitely didn't want her to somehow find out by me being careless.

I walked over to her and saw that her and Paul were deep in conversation, sitting down. Her back was to me and I walked behind her, putting my hands on her shoulders. "And what are you two up to?" I asked. She jumped and stood up, as if caught doing something bad.

I put my arm around her and she moved so tightly against me; like I said, she wanted any physical contact from me that she could get. I sat down and she stayed very close to me still. I wondered just how wet my touch got her...

"Nothing," Hannah said. "Well actually, I was just asking her about her new accessories," Paul said, a little smirk on his lips.

I raised my eyebrows, "Oh were you.. Is that a problem?" I asked. He shook his head, "Of course not boss. She had a lot to say about them, and you," He said. I looked down at Hannah, whose eyes were wide, probably not expecting Paul to be telling me all this.

"Oh really. Care to share?" I asked her. She shook her head and hid her face in my chest. "Hmm, I see how it is. You can't stop talking about me while I'm gone, but as soon as I'm back you shut up?" I told her, trying to sound tough but I couldn't stop the chuckle from escaping.

"Where is your usual sassiness as well?" I asked her as she was so quiet. She just shook her head, her face still hidden. I looked up to see that Paul was gone; good. I pulled her hair back and I made her look up at me. Her eyes were almost all black and her cheeks were bright red. I growled, god it was so hard for me to not lose control and give in to my primal desires.

She licked and then bit her bottom lip and blatantly stared at my lips. I pulled her further up by her hair, so she was so close to my face, and put my other hand around her throat and jaw. Her eyes closed as she tried to lean forward but I made sure her lips couldn't touch mine; though she could feel my breath hitting them.

I left her there till she realized what was going on... Or rather, lack thereof, and she let out quite a loud noise of frustration. "Please I need you!" She cried. I shook my head, "No. Not yet." She shook her head and I pulled her away from me, so that she wasn't even touching me. This wasn't just for her, I needed to cool down too, or she would get her way. And then some.

"Stay," I told her. I heard her grumble something and pulled her hair back, making her look at me. "What was that?" I asked her. "N-Nothing," She stuttered out.

"Better have been." She kept her mouth shut and just sat next to me. She couldn't stop looking over at me though, trying to get me to give in to her.

"Not happening princess," I told her. She huffed, "Again, not a princess!" Her voice was annoyed but it just made me laugh. "What would you rather prefer, huh? Pet, slave, slut? Just take your pick."

I heard a slight gasp and whine escape her lips and she shook her head, not expecting me to say that. "I'll still call you princess, but I peg you for a pet," I said casually.

Her face flashed with something like recognition and I threw my head back in laughter, "What, is that how you describe yourself to me in your head? Oh this just gets better and better."

"No! Of course not. Oh just shut up!" Her voice was an octave higher than usual and I couldn't stop myself from laughing.

"Have I mentioned how fun you are?" I said to her. "Well, at least I find you very entertaining... Hmm. Pet. Has a good ring to it." She turned her head away from me, probably to hide the fact her face showed she was mortified that I found out her "secret" that she was trying to keep from me. While I was just pleased with this discovery. 5 more days to go; so much more to uncover.