Dominant & Submissive | 18+

11: The Audacity Contracts!

Playlist - into you

I'm into you and every little thing you do. I like what you've done to me, I've got no clue what it is you do, but all I know is I'll love you
~|Sydney Ranae|~

BRIELLE

My heart can't take this, and he said he doesn't do the girlfriend items. He just showed me a room for sex. Does sex have a private room? When? The way he glanced at me with his neon eye.

I wander to the far corner of the room and pat the waist-high padded bench and run my fingers over the leather. The thought depresses me.

"You're a sadist? Is this the soft-will-hearted Jonathan Christopher I once knew or the new Jace De Leon that I just learned?"

"I'm a Dominant; I love controlling, I like being in power." His eyes are a scorching neon, intense.

"What does that mean?" I whisper.

"It means I want you to surrender yourself to me, in all things willingly." I frown at him as I try to assimilate this idea.

"Why would I do that?"

"To please me," he whispers as he cocks his head to one side, and I see a ghost of a smile.

Please him! He wants me to please him! I think my mouth drops open. Please, Jace De Leon. I realize, at that moment, that yes, that's exactly what I want to do. I want him to be damned delighted with me. It's disclosure.

"In straightforward terms, I want you to please me," he says softly. His voice is hypnotic.

"How do I do that?" My mouth is dry, and I wish I had more wine. It's more like torture set up. Do I want to know the answer?

"I have rules, and I want you to comply with them. They are for your benefit and my pleasure. If you follow these rules to my satisfaction, I shall reward you. If you don't, I shall punish you, and you will learn," he whispers.

I glance at the rack of canes as he says this.
"And where does all this fit in?" I wave my hand in the general direction of the room.

"It's all part of the incentive package. Both reward and punishment."

"You'll get your kicks by exerting your will over me."

"It's about gaining your trust and respect, so you'll let me exert my will over you. I will gain a great deal of pleasure joy, even in your compliance. The more you submit, the greater my joy – it's a straightforward equation."

"Okay, and what do I get out of this? Jonathan Christopher? "

He shrugs and looks almost apologetic.

"Me. and the name is Jace De Leon," he says.

Oh my. Jace rakes his hand through his hair as he gazes at me.

"You're not giving anything away, Brielle," he murmurs, exasperated. "Let's go back downstairs where I can concentrate better. It's very distracting having you in here." He holds his hand out to me, and now I'm hesitant to take it.

Hera Had said he was dangerous, and she was so right. How did she know? He's hazardous to my health because I know I'm going to say yes, and part of me doesn't want to. Part of me wants to run screaming from this room and all it represents. I am so out of my depth here.

Hera knew Jonathan more than I did back in high school days! Holy macaroni.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Brie ." His neon eyes implore, and I know he speaks the truth. I take his hand, and he leads me out of the door.