The Feisty Pup

DARIUS

I watched the omega servants, who were victims of debts just like Juliette, but silent and obedient, bathe Juliette in my jacuzzi. Her face was scrunched up in distress, and it filled me with satisfaction.

As soon as the servants were done bathing her, they dried her up and draped her in a wine colored silk maxi dress I had chosen earlier. They bathed her in my cologne as I had instructed. After which Juliette was led to a chair I had placed in the centre of my chamber. She sat down under my instruction, her brows creasing into a frown.

She didn't speak, or struggle, but only because she was unaware of my plans.

I snapped my fingers, and the servants fetched the wooden trunk from my desk. They placed it close to Juliette's chair and proceeded to stand aside, awaiting further orders.

“Leave,” I commanded, and with silent bows, they exited the room.

I left the position I had been standing in, approaching her. She shifted in her seat but did not attempt to run away.

Afraid, yet resilient, and for some unknown reason, it still amused me.

I crouched next to her, lightly placing my index finger on her thigh, but she jerked my finger from her thigh, avoiding my gaze.

I smiled and shifted my focus to the trunk. I opened it up and took out the new chains I had specially purchased for her.

Juliette returned her gaze, her eyes widening, “W–What is that?” She stuttered, and I watched her throat tremble as she swallowed.

“Your new companions,” I replied, dropping the chains to the ground, and they made clanking sounds as they collided against each other. “You will love it.”

“No.” She shook her head, anger flashing in those gorgeous eyes of hers.

“Shhhh…” came my response as I grabbed her smooth legs, and pulled a string from the chain wrapping her legs and securing it with a lock.

Next, I went for her hands, grabbing both her wrists and repeating my actions.

I had no plans of touching her, that wasn't in my agenda for tonight. Tonight I wanted to see, and not command.

I retreated across the chamber, to my high-backed chair, picking up the crystal goblet that was kept on the table with a bottle of vodka. I filled my cup halfway and took a sip, refreshed by the burn of the alcohol in my throat.

My eyes remained locked on a chained Juliette, she looked like a captive, a slave, a property claimed and owned by me.

Her defiance remained in how her shoulders refused to sink, how her brows remained creased, how her eyes squinted with hate, and how her nose scrunched up in anger.

“This isn't fair.” She voiced out scornfully, “If you are trying to scare me, by trapping me in these.” She shook the chains and they rattled but remained fixed on her hands and legs. “Then you are wasting your time.”

I chuckle, loving the show she was putting on, she had no idea how rare it was for anyone to make me laugh.

“I’m not trying to scare you, my little pet,” I said, swirling the goblet, and watching the clear liquid catch the dim light. “I am simply trying to understand what makes you tick. What makes you so resilient, and what gives you the hope that you could actually win against me?”

“Then get ready to study till eternity because you cannot break me, you have not the slightest idea what I have been through.”

“Hmm, what exactly have you been through? Your mother dying in a car accident, or your father becoming a selfish bastard and basically selling you off to me.”

Hurt flashed in her eyes, but her sharp mouth still shot out a response. “You don't know anything. You think you do, but I assure you, there's more to life than a rich spoiled brat, who became Alpha and a lonely scumbag.”

My hands subconsciously clenched into a fist, and I rose deliberately slow, taking measured steps towards her.

Juliette tried not to flinch, but her eyes watched me intently.

I stopped in front of her and leaned in so close I could feel the heat of her body.

I lifted my finger, tracing the smooth metal collar around her neck, she shuddered beneath my touch, unable to swat my hands or move too much.

“Do you enjoy being watched?” I asked in a murmur.

Her breath hitched, “That's a foolish question.” Sharp as always, she replied.

My lips curved into a smile, my finger reached for her shoulder, and I pulled down the strap of her dress, exposing a part of her boobs.

I lowered my eyes to the masterpiece, brushing my finger against her nipple, she trembled sulking in a deep breath. Her nipples were pink and hard against my fingers.

“Your body says otherwise.” My eyes locked with hers, consuming the beautiful structure of her face. “Your nipples were hard even before I touched you.”

“That's a lie.” She replied stubbornly.

“I know you hate me Juliette, but the sooner you accept that your body doesn't, the better for you.”

“Fuck you!” She spat.

I leaned in, my lips brushing close to her ear, savoring how her shoulders tensed.

“You tend to lie a lot, and I like my slaves truthful,” I whispered. “Now as punishment, you will sleep on my bed tonight, but you will remain bound by these chains.”

“What?!” She gasped, eyes wide in shock. “You can't do that, I could have a posture disorder…”

“For one night? Or…” I laughed, my chest rumbling. “Seems like my pet has begun to learn from her master.”

“You can't keep doing this to me, it proves nothing. Just let me go, let me work, and earn money. I promise I will pay you every dime my father owes you.” She groaned, clearly frustrated but it only made me happy and even more curious.

“No.” I simply replied, and she leaned back in the chair. If I didn't know better, I would be pleased that she had given up.

But…

This feisty pup chose to glare at me, and boldly blurted out, “Fine then, watch me have a good night's sleep.”