Call me your Master

Rules

The next morning was odd. I dressed in a simple pair of black leggings and a v neck grey shirt, and tied my hair up in a bun. As I descended the stairs though, I noticed two things.

One, Marla was nowhere to be found. Usually she was busy making breakfast so I didn't starve to death, but today I didn't hear her or smell anything cooking. Second, I noticed Marla wasn't the only one missing. No one was around, the house was completely empty as were the outdoors.

What the hell was going on.

"Ah there you are kitten."

That sultry voice floated over to me from the dining room where Andy was walking from, freezing me where I stood on the stairs. There was a grin on his face I couldn't help but find a bit predatory.

"Did you sleep well? I hope I didn't cause you any nightmares."

The glint in his eye said other wise.

" I slept just fine thank you." I murmured, gesturing to the area we were standing in. "where is everyone?"

"I gave them a day off. You and I have some things to... discuss."

He came towards me and took my hand and  lead me towards the dining room. I sat in the chair he pulled out and audibly gulped as he set down a cup of coffee in front of me. It looked perfect, just how I liked it.

"Marla told me how you like your coffee. I figured it would calm your nerves while we chat." I kept my eyes on him as I took a sip almost moaning at how good it tasted. Whatever they make coffee with damn it was good.

"What are we chatting about?" I finally asked after a few moments of silence. The way he watched me made me edgy.

"For starters, I know you're dying to know about what rules I've been mentioning. As you probably already guessed, they have to do with the bedroom. Since you're mine that means your body belongs to me whenever, and however, I want it. So If I were to tell you to strip and bend over this table you would."

He never broke eye contact and I found myself turning red and looking down at my coffee.

"Now, let me tell you if you break any of the rules I put forth, you will be punished however I see fit. You will not fight me or it will be much much worse darling." He reached over and tilted my head up to look at him. "Do you understand?"

I nodded once, finding myself unable to speak. It seemed to please him.

"Good. In bed i'm what you would call a dominant. That means I get off by fucking you hard, pulling your hair, choking you, spanking you... And quite a few other things i'm sure you'll enjoy. i like control. When we are in my bedroom you are to refer to me as sir or master, and anytime no one is around the same rules apply. If you want to go out you are to get my permission, tell me exactly where you are going and Cedric will accompany you if I am busy. You will not flirt with any other man, or get close to any other man or you know that consequences. When I bring you to my club you are to act as my companion-"

"About that-"

He grabbed my chin roughly, startling me to shut up.

"Another rule, I don't like being interrupted when I speak. That will also get you punished." He grinned as though the idea excited him. "But go ahead, i'll forgive you this time."

I swallowed as he dropped his hand, unsure of how to continue.

"Well... I understand you are wanting to take care of me but I don't like the idea of being completely taken care of. I enjoy working. I was thinking... Maybe I could work as a bartender or something at your club..." My sentence died as I saw the heated anger on his face. This wasn't going to be good.