CHAPTER 4: Will You Be My Submissive?

CHAPTER 4: Will You Be My Submissive?

EVA POV

We arrived at this nightclub that had a bright, flashy sign that read "Pulse".

"It's hot here," Blair said, looking at the half-naked girls who were in the waiting line.

"You're a pervert," I said, rolling my eyes and feeling like a hypocrite.

"We're alike, darling; we just don't like the same fruit," she retorted, making a cheeky face.

You're right. - I smiled.

"Then let's go straight into the hotel that's disguised as a nightclub," Blair said, adjusting her breasts in her low-cut top, and we headed towards the entrance of the nightclub.

"Bracelets?" said a strong, dark-haired security guard.

Here. - Blair and I showed our VIP wristbands.

Okay. - The security guard took the red cord off the hook, and we went in.

The nightclub's interior was red and somewhat sadistic,

If you looked closely, you could even see some couples having sex in the darker corners.

"This really looks like a hotel disguised as a nightclub," I said aloud.

"Let's get wasted!" Blair shouted because in the background, some ear-splitting electronic music was playing.

Absolutely! - I shouted back, and we went to the bar.

She ordered a whiskey on the rocks, and I ordered a caipirinha.

After getting our drinks, we sat down on the barstools, and Blair started flirting with a blonde who was sitting next to her.

"Hi, gorgeous," she said in a sexy voice, and I held back a laugh.

"Do you come here often?"

This time I couldn't hold back and let out a boisterous laugh, which made Blair give me a death stare.

"Get out of here, Eva, you're ruining my image," Blair said, making a face like a psychopath.

Okay, okay, I'm going now.

I downed my caipirinha, feeling my throat burn, and then left.

I was walking through the crowded hall when I bumped into someone.

Excuse me... - I started to speak, but stopped as soon as I saw who it was.

"Mr. Hartford?"

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DEAN POV

Damn!

Eva was right in front of me, in the flesh, or rather, more flesh than bone.

And damn! Just seeing her in that short dress made my cock hard.

"Hi Eva," I said, gazing into her bright green eyes.

Hi... What are you doing here? - She asked, blushing slightly.

She didn't seem like a woman who blushed easily.

"One point for me."

This is one of my nightclubs.

I came here to resolve a problem.

I answered out of politeness; after all, I didn't owe anyone an explanation.

Hmm. - She murmured.

"And you, what are you doing here?" I asked, a little curious.

I came to have fun with a friend, but now she's probably between some slut's breasts," she said, rolling her eyes, and that made my palm itch.

I wished she would roll her eyes at me, just so I could put her on her knees and spank that delicious ass.

"So you're alone?" I asked, already imagining a thousand and one things I could do with her.

I am, why? - She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because I want you," I said, smiling slightly.

"Hmm..." she murmured, also smiling.

"Me too."

And with that statement, I grabbed her neck and kissed her fiercely.

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EVA POV

He kissed me violently, biting my lips, sucking my tongue, and gripping my hair tightly and dominantly.

I love being submissive to him so much that I feel that familiar desire that I hadn't felt since our first encounter.

"Let's get out of here," he said after ending the kiss.

I didn't have time to answer because he grabbed my elbow and led me out of the nightclub.

Everyone outside stared at me, including the security guard, but I couldn't care less about them.

I loved the way Mr. Hartford was treating me; you can judge me, but I don't care.

We approached a black Lamborghini, and I assumed it was his because he unlocked it and opened the passenger door.

"Get in," he said in his commanding way, and I went in without question.

Then he opened the other door and sat down next to me.

My heart was racing, and my anxiety was through the roof.

"What is he going to do to me this time?"

We spent the next few minutes in a torturous silence.

I discreetly watched him as he drove without taking his eyes off the road

I had absolutely no idea where he was taking me, and I didn't dare ask.

But a few minutes later, he parked his Lamborghini in front of a luxurious, tinted building.

"We're here," he said, smiling in a way that made my stomach clench.

Damn! I was nervous.

And the worst part was that I never got nervous before sex, never.

Until this Mr. I'm Going to Mess Up Your Life showed up.

He got out of the car with long strides and then opened my door.

"Shall we go?" He extended his hand to me, and I silently took it.

We entered the building quickly and then got into the elevator.

Mr. Hartford let go of my hand to press button 20.

After the elevator doors closed, he didn't touch me again.

I felt tense and in need of something, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it; maybe it was the lack of orgasms messing with my head.

A few seconds later, the elevator doors opened, and Mr. Hartford took my hand again.

He guided me through the enormous apartment at a brisk pace, preventing me from observing the luxurious space.

"Do you know why you're here, Eva?" he asked, emphasis on my name.

"I know," I replied, already feeling my excitement come alive again.

"Even if you say you know, I'll explain it to you," he said, stopping in front of a black door.

"I will dominate you, and you will obey me."

He looked at me with dark eyes before finishing the sentence.

"And if you disobey me, I will punish you, and then I will fuck you mercilessly."

At that moment, I felt my panties getting wet with desire, and a wish to disobey him on purpose crossed my mind.

Maybe my masochistic side is showing...

While we're fucking, you must only call me MASTER, and you cannot cum before I allow you to.

"What is this? Some kind of verbal contract?"

"Yes, sir!" I replied, challenging him with my tone of voice.

"Okay, Eva." He smiled, realizing my trick.

"Do you want to be punished?"

"Yes?"

Yes, my lips betrayed me before my brain could even think about the consequences.

"Very well." He smiled, pleased with my courage, and opened the black, mysterious door.

"Holy shit!" I thought when I walked in and saw what was behind the door.

It was a black room, completely black, with a gigantic bed made up of four leather handcuffs, one at each corner of the bed.

Besides the sadomasochistic bed, there was also a huge black wardrobe that probably stored some perverted toys.

Don't think I'm that ignorant about the BDSM world, because I've read a few books in that genre.

For example, the famous Fifty Shades of Grey.

But I had never tried anything radical, like whips or nipple clamps, and that made me feel insecure and maybe even a little scared.

"Are you afraid?" Mr. Hartford asked, as if he had read my thoughts.

"A little, I think," I replied honestly.

"Don't worry, you'll like it," he said as he locked the bedroom door and unbuttoned his white shirt.

"Okay, Eva, now you can't back out anymore." I thought, taking a deep breath and seeing how hot he was.

"You said you wanted to be punished, right?" he asked, moving closer to me.

"Then start by undressing."

I took off my clothes while feeling a shyness that didn't belong to me.

"Damn! I don't recognize myself."

"Very good." He smiled as he gazed at my naked body.

"You're very beautiful."

This simple compliment made my shyness vanish, and my self-esteem come alive again.

"Now get on the bed and get on all fours," he ordered, still staring at me.

As always, he was in control.

"This man never gets shaken, does he?" I thought.

So I walked nervously to the bed and got into the position he told me to.

I couldn't see anything beyond the headboard of the bed, and I wouldn't dare turn my face and risk getting whipped, or something like that.

The room was silent, and I could only hear a few footsteps close to me.

"You have a perfect ass, Eva," Mr. Hartford said as he stroked my right butt.

"You have no idea how much I thought about punishing you after that night," he said, still caressing my left butt.

"Your defiant and uninhibited manner excites me immensely."

I felt his hand slide down my butt and gently touch my pussy.

Ah... - I groaned softly.

"That's why I want to propose something to you." Mr. Hartford caressed my clit and asked:

Will you accept being my submissive?