I feel the adrenaline pumping throughout me even before I feel his presence in the room.

First day of the month.

Confession day.

My legs are numb because of sitting on the floor for too long but I dare not move. My eyes are cast below looking at the soft carpet covering the floor just like a true submissive. I'm wearing one of the victoria secrets red color sets that we have bought before going to New York.

I hear his soft footsteps inside the room and then closing it softly behind just like I expected. What I didn't expect was the sound of the chain being dragged on the floor along with his footsteps.

My breathing increases when I feel him just behind me. His hand comes and pets my head and I finally dare look at him and for the first time I see a dominant.

His eyes just reflect lust, pleasure, and pain. Lust for pleasure in pain.

"Do you want to confess something, Daphne? Something I am yet to know?"

His voice is like a blanket of comfort like a parent would provide while asking their child about what happened when he would come from school crying.

My heart almost aches to tell him about everything I want him to know. Everything I want to share with him and then see his wrath while he punishes me, mercilessly but then comes beside me and tells me he cares about me. Show me he cares about me.

I think about the things he doesn't know.

My unholy thoughts when I saw him in a towel before discussing the contract.

I imagining the scenario of him bending me over the table.

Twenty-five orgasms which never happened.

Eavesdropping on Zehra and him.

Imagining dirty fantasies while staring at him.

I guess that's all.

I think of his reaction when he will know about these things and an involuntary shudder passes through my spine.

There is no way he is going to know about these things. I will just make up somethings which will land me in lesser punishment.

I'm about to open my mouth when he cuts me. "Don't think about lying to me Daphne. It will just land you in more trouble. " This time his voice isn't in a whisper except its full of authority like he knows I'm going to lie and he knows what will happen if I'll lie.

I gulp suddenly feeling nervous.

There is no point in lying. His eyes look like it already knows all my secrets. I can just confess two to three things and then forget all.

"When the first day you brought me in the hotel and I saw you in a towel, I thought about unholy things." My voice is timid which even surprises me but there is something being a submissive that makes you weak.

"Elaborate." Even though I expected that he will ask me to explain I wasn't exactly ready to tell him all the dirty dirty things my subconscious came up with.

My cheeks heat up and eyes close as I tell him in short sentences what my subconscious thought that day and then shrug at the end. "Trace your abs. With my fingertips. Spread chocolate on you. Lick it off. "

I don't look up at him and wait for him to say something.

"You naughty girl. What else have you been hiding? " His voice isn't teasing or amusing. It's still a whispering coaxing voice.

I clear my throat and say, "I imagined you bending me over the table and... Umm... " Embarrassed I'm not even able to complete the sentence.

"And? "

"You know. " I say in weary.

"I want words, Daphne. "

My hands form a fist not in anger but in embarrassment as I say in one breath "Andfuckme."

"Pardon? "

I exhale. My fist opens as I look directly at him in the eyes and say, "And fuck me. Rough. "

His eyes show fire and I can feel the heat radiating through him.

"What else Daphne? Did you do anything else? "

I nod. I want him to punish me.

"I eavesdropped on Zehra and you on the day of our engagement. I thought of asking you twenty-five questions when you said each question will cause me one orgasm and the last I thought of very dirty things...dirty fantasies when I was staring at you yesterday." my voice is in a whisper not in a scared kind of way but in a seductive kind of way.

My eyes tell him to punish me which he looks back at me will a promise to punish me. Rough.

"Is that all darling? "

I nod. My eyes meeting his.

A sly smirk masks on his face as he says, "Lie on the bed on your back. "

My insides churn. In excitement. In nervousness. In fear. In lust.

I stand and stumble as blood rushes to my now numb feet which makes me grab Eleandro's arm.

His eyes burn where I am holding him and I immediately leave him once I gain my balance also thankfully he doesn't say anything.

Walking towards the bed I lie on it in the center, my head resting on one of the two fluffy pillows covered in red satin.

My eyes follow his every move till he goes inside the walk-in closet on the left corner of the room and I can no longer see him.

I take the time of his absence to check out the room. This is the first time I'm at the penthouse he lives and sadly I was so lost in our sexual tension I couldn't check it out.

The room we are currently in isn't the master bedroom because of its decor and location in the penthouse. The lights are dim and the walls are scary.

The right side of the wall is completely covered in small grids. One-third of the grid has small things attached to it like handcuffs, blindfolds, belts, or gags while the rest is completely empty except for the large X in the middle and the ropes and moveable bars that are pushed up.

On my left side is a door that leads you to the move in closet and besides that is a cupboard with small drawers.

Even with so many furniture including the kind sized bed the red couch, the coffee table and the recliner chair in the corner, there is still a lot of places available in the room.

I stop checking out when I hear the closet door shutting and Eleandro coming out.

He is shirtless but he didn't bother to take off his chinos. My eyes search for what is in his hands when he says, "Eyes shut. No peeking or else seven spanks with a dildo inside you."

My eyes flutter shut but my mind continues to picture his words and I get lost in my dreamland of dirty fantasies.

My eyes flutter open with a squeal when he drags me by my ankle to the edge of the bed.

"Eyes shut. " He reminds and I comply.

He folds my legs so that my knees are touching my chest and then brings both my hands down and handcuffs them together behind my knees.

My breathing hitches in my throat.

"Safeword? " he asks now also tieing a cloth around my already closed eyes.

I feel exposed. I feel wet.

"Rain. "

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