I am awakened by the rays of the winter sun. I stretch and turn my head to the side. Next to me, a naked elderly man with a predatory smile and a nice birthmark is sleeping. Bitch, so it wasn't a dream? He really dragged me into the game room and fucked me. Fuck, Still, how could he? I look at him with confusion. I was rude to him. I remember that, but what happened next is vague. Apparently, he brought me here and fell asleep. How shitty everything is. I dreamed about him, dreamed about his body and lips, but all I got was a whip and his hard cock in my vagina. God, I have to leave him.
I get up abruptly and this simple movement echoes in my back with pain. I quickly go to the bathroom and examine myself. My whole body is covered in bruises and scratches. There are teeth marks on my shoulders. A magnificent view. I stand under the shower, and turning on the delightfully hot water, I expose my body to the streams. The water washes away Gray's scent from me - an incredibly pleasant smell of chocolate and expensive perfume from Chanel. I need to leave here, forget him like a bad dream and live on. I can do it. I will perceive this as an unsuccessful experience while drunk, it will be better that way. I leave the shower and go to the living room, where I threw my jeans and a T-shirt along with my underwear. Somehow I pull on my clothes and put my feet in sneakers. Head up, Still, you're a fighter...
"Running away from the battlefield, Anastasia?" I heard a deep voice. Bitch... I raise my head and see Gray leaning on the table and devouring me with his eyes. He is completely naked, a glass of red wine in his hand.
"Mr. Gray, you are not fighting fair. First you pretend to be a noble ally, and then you stab me in the back. " I snap.
- You forced me, Miss Still, - his brown eyes are charming, - let's have breakfast and discuss yesterday.
- Nothing to discuss! You're a sick pervert who was hungry for sex, and lured me here with one goal, - I scream and press myself against the elevator.
- Until yesterday, I had never fucked such young girls. You forced me. - Gray growls and comes to me, - you eat and we'll talk.
I swallow. He's unpredictable. He can do anything he wants to me. I need to have breakfast and talk to him like civilized people. I go to the table and sit down at it. A plate of scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee appear in front of me.
- Did you cook it yourself? - I ask and Gray nods. He sits down opposite me and drinks wine. I understand that he is dangerous and that I should get out of here. But I am bursting with curiosity.
- So, Ana, I am a dominant and I want you to become my submissive. In simple terms, I want you to obey me. I will monitor your progress, I will teach you to be submissive and please me. For every mistake you make, I will punish you. For every success, I will reward you. We will meet here on weekends or at an agreed upon place, - Christian purrs and I spill coffee on my jeans.
- Why should I want this? - I ask.
- Because you need it, honey. There is evil in you and there are demons that are eating you up from the inside. You try to drown them out with booze and parties. But they only get stronger, and one day they will push you onto the path of drug addiction or prostitution. I don t want that. I am trying to help you. Sessions with me will help you destroy your inner hell, - Gray gets up and takes a plate with a piece of meat out of the microwave.
It's not cooked well and Christian starts eating it with pleasure. For a moment, thoughts of Hannibal Lecter come to mind, but I push them away.
"Will we have a different relationship? Like a regular one," I spear a piece of egg with my fork.
"Yes, I'm not against a vanilla relationship. We'll visit your favorite places, go to the cinema, the theater, the library. I'll show you the world of luxury, temptation and vice. You'll be able to spend nights with me outside the game," Gray smiles.
"How did you come to BDSM?" This question slips out of my mouth and I bite it right away.
"I'll tell you. But first," Gray goes somewhere and comes back with A4 sheets of paper. He puts them in front of me and I read the documents. First comes the non-disclosure agreement.
"Sign it and I'll be happy to answer all your questions," Christian smiles his dangerous smile.
If I sign it, will I keep quiet about all my games with the elderly pervert De Niro? I giggle.
I didn t put Mulled Wine in your coffee, but you re right, Gray smiles. I quickly read the contract and sign it.
Excellent, Miss Still, this is what I was expecting, Christian takes a sip of wine.
My question, I repeat with emphasis.
I came to this at 35. Then I founded my business empire. I got bored with ordinary love games and was looking for new sensual pleasures. During my trip to Italy. I met a local model Monica. She got me hooked on BDSM. I liked control, I liked power in everything, and I was happy to subjugate the sexual sphere of my life. I was also Monica s Sub. A good dominant only comes from a good Submissive.
Ugh, that's better. He knows what it's like to be a sub, and he'll probably help me with that.
"Are you really going to be an old pervert's plaything?" Miss Subconscious asks, taking a sip of vodka from the bottle for courage. Hell, yes, I want to agree. And it's not just me. I want to know Gray, I want to understand him. I feel drawn to him. The wrong kind of attraction, the unnatural kind, but it's there.
"Will I be able to touch you?" I ask the next question and drink my coffee.
"Why not. I have no psychological trauma, I like kisses and touches, Ana. I won't touch your scars, don't be afraid," Christian whispers tenderly, "until you allow it."
"I don't even know what I'm agreeing to. If it's like yesterday, then..." I swallow.
Yesterday, some of my fears went away and I felt better. But I won't admit it to him...