I hear him coming down the hall, and my head whips to the door. Fuck! I bolt to the bed. I don’t have a damn thing to arm myself with.

I get under the covers and lie there. But then I remember the knob. Motherfucking fucker! I want to scream. I ball my hands into fists under the covers and squeeze my eyes shut as the door creaks open.

Why am I so fucking stupid?

I stay as still as possible as he moves closer to the bed. I hear his footsteps as he approaches and my stomach sinks. At the same time though my pussy clenches at the threat of him taking his anger out on me. My cheeks flame. I don’t know what’s wrong with me that I could want something so demeaning.

The bed dips with his heavy weight and my body rolls slightly, even though I’m stiff.

I bite down hard on my lip.

My mind runs away with the most sexual images. I don’t want this. But some sick part of me does.

A sob rips up my throat, and I wish it hadn’t. His hand lands softly on my hip, and I just barely resist the urge to take a swing at him and push him away from me. I could try to run again. I should try to run again. But at the same time, the thought of him pinning me down makes me equally turned on and fearful.

“I should punish you.” His calm, deep voice stops my thoughts where they were.

I shudder and curl slightly away from him.

“Do you think what you’ve done wasn’t defying me?” he asks in an even voice.

His weight shifts and he lifts off the bed. I don’t turn to see what he’s doing, but my eyes pop open wide and my breathing pauses as I realize what he's noticed. I hear him snort and push the dresser drawer in.

Fuck. Fuck. He walks over to the window and moves the curtains.

I left a fucking trail for him. I feel him behind me and I want to cower, but I remain still.

“I asked you a question.” His voice is soft, as though there’s no threat. But I know there is.

I take a ragged breath. “Yes.”

“Yes, you thought you weren’t defying me?” he asks with a lowered tone, daring me to confirm what he’s said. I hesitate to answer. I don’t know what to say.

In a flash he rips the sheets from me and I cower from him. My body trembles as he grips my hips and brings me closer to him. My pussy heats, and I can’t stand it. I hate how my body is betraying me. I shouldn’t be so turned on by him, but I can't help the effect he's having on me.

“Please!” I cry out as I resist the urge to fight him.

He whispers in my ear, “What did you think would happen, Olivia?”

I shake my head. I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing, and it angers him.

“Answer me!” he yells as his hand comes down hard on my ass. He pushes me down on the mattress, his large hand splayed against my shoulder blades, pinning me down. I struggle against him, trying to get away.

“You’re only making it worse on yourself.” His words register and I try to stay still.

“Please don’t.” I swallow my pride as I beg him. I may be turned on. I may find him handsome, and a sick part of me thinks this could fulfill a fantasy I've never shared with anyone before. But I don’t want this.

“What did you think would happen when you defied me?” he asks.

“I didn’t.” I respond with the truth as a small sob escapes my lips. “I didn’t think.”

“You should’ve, angel.” He lowers his head to mine and gently kisses my hair. His pet name for me seems off, but comforting somehow. “With everything you do, there will be consequences. Good and bad.”

He moves back as his hand leaves my ass. His fingers gently walk up my thigh, pulling my skirt up and exposing me.

“Please don’t,” I beg him again. I can’t help that the shivers that run up my spine harden my nipples and make my clit throb with need. The threat of him using me leaves me breathless with both desire and fear. I don’t know which outweighs the other. But I won’t give in. This is wrong.

“There are consequences,” he says confidently. “I told you that.”

Smack! His hand comes down hard again as he spanks my ass and the pain rips through me. I scream and take the blow. And then another. The weight of his body holds me down.

“What were you going to do with whatever you were looking for?” he asks. It’s a trick question. I know it is.

I shake my head and part my lips to answer, but instead a shriek comes out as his hand whips my ass again.

“Do not lie to me.” His words are hard.

“Defend myself!” I manage to bite out. That’s the truth and if he doesn’t like it, then I guess he can just beat me. Fighting against him is the same thing as defending myself. So long as I’m here, I’ll fight.

“Oh sweetheart,” he whispers as his lips graze my neck. My body betrays me yet again, and I hate the wave of arousal rolling through me as he plants a sweet kiss on my neck.

“There’s no fighting this.” He pulls my body toward the edge of the bed, holding me under him. “There’s no way out.”

“Please,” I say, but I’m not sure what I'm pleading for as his hands lift my skirt up.

“Do you know who I am, angel?” he asks as his thumb rips through my cotton panties. Kade tears the thin pair as though they're nothing, exposing me to him.

I shake my head into the pillow, denying everything. This isn’t real. This isn’t happening. He takes the opportunity to answer his own question.

“I’m a bad man. And now you belong to me.” His words shatter any hope I had. My throat closes as fear threatens to overwhelm me.

“This,” he says as his hand cups my pussy, “this belongs to me.”

As he says the words, I smell whiskey on his breath, but it only adds to my arousal for him. Goddamn traitor body.

He pulls back quickly with shock, and then pushes his fingers against my heated core.

“You’re fucking soaked. You want this.” Shame washes through me again. It’s one thing to be turned on, but it’s another thing entirely for him to know. It’s my treacherous body. My own depraved fantasies. But this is reality.

I shake my head. “I don’t.” I barely push the words out.

He pulls his hand away and yanks my sweater over my head. I try to fight against him, but it’s useless. I cross my arms over my chest feeling so demeaned and helpless. My tank top and bra are the only things keeping me from being completely bared to him.

“You will remove them.” His voice hardens as he adds, “Or I will.” He stares at me, waiting for me to comply. I don't want him to. But I don't want to do it either.

Slowly I pull the tank top away and unhook my bra, letting it fall. I can’t look at him.

He balls all of my clothes in his hands and moves off the bed. Leaving me there naked, embarrassed and completely fucking soaked for him.

I wait for him to do something--anything. But he just watches me.

“Do you know about BDSM or anything at all about Master slave relationships?” he asks.

My blood boils. I know all about them. I’ve read about them in books, but this shit is real life. “Yes.” I push the word out through my teeth.

“Do you know what you are to me now?” he asks.

I barely shake my head as his eyes pierce into me.

“All you are is mine. All you will do is what I say. I am your Master now. There is no safe word, there is only you obeying what I tell you to do.”

I bite my tongue and resist the urge to snap at him.

“I will always keep you safe. I will never do anything to hurt you. I won't push you beyond what's needed. I promise you that.” I don't believe a word he says.

“You’ll behave now, or things will only get worse for you,” he says in a voice laced with sympathy. He’s not sorry though. He did this to me. He chose to do this. He wants to do this.

I swallow thickly, hating that every part of me is begging to make him happy. I can't avoid the inevitable, but maybe I can prolong it, if I behave.

“You need to be good for me,” he says with a low voice. “You’re going to learn how to be the perfect slave, pet, fucktoy. Whatever it is that’s required from you.” My breath halts in my lungs, and fear freezes my body.

“You’re a reflection of me, and you will be perfect. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” I answer him, feeling completely defeated. The word is choked as it leaves my lips.

“Good girl.” His hand gentles on my back. “Tomorrow you’ll have another chance. Don’t disappoint me.”

The seconds pass slowly and finally he leaves the room. As soon as he’s gone I cover myself, hiding underneath the duvet.

Anger replaces my shame and fear. I don’t care what he does to me, I’ll never break for him. Never.