Eladio’s POV

I didn’t get hard easy. No, it was not an erectile dysfunction, more of a desensitization. I’d been with the most beautiful women on the planet, they bored me. There were only two times a woman didn’t bore me;

The first was when I had them tied up in my dungeon, whipping them and shoving my cock up their holes till they were shivering from orgasm after orgasm. Till they were delirious and sore with only thoughts of my cock in their pretty little heads.

The second made me harder; when a girl that hated everything I stood for, crawled on her hands and knees, begging me for my cock. When I enslaved her body in spite of her mind and morals.

Now for the first time in my life, I’d underestimated someone. I’d never met anyone with her fire before. The gun clicked when she pulled the trigger. She chose death over me, even though her body clearly wanted me. Now my body wanted her, more than I’d ever wanted anything before. A boner raged in my pants, an untamed beast, pushing against my briefs.

But for the fact that I’d put the gun on safety, she’d be dead now. A fear I didn’t know I could feel gripped me. I could see it’d dimmed none of her fire, but she’d lost the will to die. She trembled visibly and I fought the urge to wrap my arms around her. I needed to be firm now, or I’d lose her forever.

“That was the safety” I told her casually “turn it off and you have another chance to pay me with your life”.

She looked at the gun in her shaky hand and for a second I thought she might go through with it… again. She was so unpredictable it was driving me insane. It took everything I had not to snatch the gun from her, but I was rewarded when she let her hands go slack at her sides… she wouldn’t die.

I walked to her and gently took the gun from her trembling fingers. “I’ll take your soul now” I whispered, my breath against her temple. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t flinch. Her fists stayed clenched at her sides, her eyes glued to the floor.

I threw the gun on the table and placed two fingers beneath her chin, lifting her face to mine. Her eyes shimmered with tears she refused to let fall. The strength she exuded only made her more beautiful. I licked my lips and pressed my thumb gently to her lower lip.

“You will call me master now” she squeezed her eyes shut and kept mute.

“Look at me and say it.”

She opened her eyes slowly, but shook her head, jaw clenched.

Partial obedience… I’d teach her to obey every word “Say it, Brienne.” I purred, enjoying her little show of defiance. “You already made your choice. So say it.”

Silence.

I walked around her slowly, hands grazing her arms and her waist. Her breath caught with each touch. Her fear, her fury, her arousal… an intoxicating blend threatening to drive me mad with lust.

“You’ll say it before I’m done with you,” I promised.

Brienne’s POV

The rope burns on my wrists throbbed with every pulse. My heart beat so loudly I was sure he could hear it. I hated myself more than I hated him in that moment. For choosing to live. For not being able to deny the heat pooling between my thighs.

He circled me like a lion with a wounded gazelle. I wasn’t prey, not truly, because God help me, he made me feel like I wanted to be caught.

He bent down, and I felt our skins brush at my ankles, as he re-tied the rope. This time looser. Not enough to escape, just enough to remind me I’d given myself to him. His pet.

“Pets obey. Pets serve. Pets don’t speak unless spoken to,” he said, tying the knot with expert ease.

I spat on the floor beside him in disgust, for him, and myself. His reaction was instant, like a viper’s strike.

He backhanded me. I could tell he held back, but it was enough to sting worse than I’d ever felt before, and to warn. My head snapped to the side and I gasped, cupping my cheek.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. His mouth was at my ear, his voice low and vicious. “You’ll learn. Disobedient girls get spanked.”