Chapter 14

He says his words while placing pills and a glass of water in front of her, before heading upstairs. She knew she couldn't get away with it that easily. She better get some strength because she didn't know how difficult the session will be or not. A few hours later, at the agreed time, she headed for her Dom's favourite room. The door was already open but shrouded in darkness. He probably left it ajar especially for her and the room seemed to have only one desire: to swallow it whole. She began to undress, before leaving her clothes in front of the entrance. She settled on the central carpet in a waiting position, while she tried to clear her mind. She slowly regulated her breathing and focused on her sensations. She didn't know how long she would be in this position. She had to wait and hold her position until her Dom arrived. She knew that was what he expected of her, and she wanted to make him proud. The more time passed, time which seemed to lengthen indefinitely, the more her endurance decreased, and her body demanded the end of the torture. Anguish seeped into her; she began to wonder if he had forgotten her. She relaxed a little for a few seconds before recovering and maintaining her position. She had to trust and believe that he would arrive soon.

- I would not have believed that you would last so long, she heard her Dom say behind her in a hoarse and slightly mocking voice. He approached her and let his hand wander over one of the most accessible and sensitive parts of her body: her neck. This light and slow touch awoke shivers on Stella's skin, who was doing her best to maintain her composure. "Stand up," he ordered calmly.

His voice had regained an imperious and cold tone. She ran quickly. She did not move, she had not turned around, had constantly maintained a docile, submissive attitude and her gaze lowered. She preferred to keep a low profile, not knowing the reason for her coming to this room which could very quickly become her worst nightmare. Scott hadn't started yet that he felt an unhealthy excitement flowing in him. Suddenly she felt the body of her Dom cling to hers. The warmth that his body shared with hers made her more tense than usual. He didn't move, he didn't speak. She had never been in such a situation of hypoxia, she felt like she could clearly hear the beating of his panicked heart. She felt that this session would be different from any she had ever experienced. In what for the moment, she had no idea.

- Do you know why you are here Stella?

"Because of yesterday," she replied cautiously. From my borderline behaviour the day before?

- No, my dear, it's normal that you have fun, but we'll have plenty of time to get up to speed on the subject later. Nothing in his words sounded so cheerful. This is another thing.

He had just hissed his words in her ear, she had the impression of having a cobra in her back ready to devour her raw. The situation gave her excitement, as well she began to tremble. He played with her, he took pleasure in destabilizing her, in seeing her fear him. She felt all these elements in her gestures and behaviour. He suddenly pressed his hand against Stella's throat, just a little at first and then more intensely but gradually. Stella had trouble swallowing, she felt so confused. It was the first time that a visceral fear of her Dom crossed her in this way. She felt the vibrations of a madness trapped in her back, yearning to be released and put to best use, and she didn't know if she could bear it.

- This is your first session as a slave my pretty. This is your first session where I'm going to open the lock and make you taste what thrills me the most. I will hurt you today. He had just set the tone. He had let the words float for Stella to integrate them properly. She could say her safeword at any time and they would stop. He pulled away from an already sweating Stella, wondering if he should stop. But nothing came from Stella, who gradually regained her composure. I have already made you taste physical punishment with different instruments, but today it will be different. I'm not going to lie to you, you'll be in more pain than usual. You will keep marks of it for quite a long time. He quietly explained to her the course of the session. He wanted to destabilize her as much as possible, to make her skin-deep, so that he could no longer revel in her sensations. I consider my submissives like flowers, I'm quite careful about them t. But when it comes to my slaves, I worship them and they become instruments that I enjoy being the only one who can play them.

He returned to Stella, whom he felt impregnated by the words he was uttering. She didn't move, her body seemed to be waiting for everything he had just told her and somehow promised her. Was she afraid? Obviously. Did she want to leave? A little. Did she want to know more? ...

- You can still decide to leave.

He was testing her; he was testing himself. She heard in his voice as if he was just waiting for her to give up so he wouldn't have to take that step too. She wanted to move forward, she refused to back down. She wanted to see this face of her Dom that very few knew. She was willing to take risks for this. But above all, one of the things that reinforced her in her opinion, was his presence. He would never have brought her here, he would never have planned to do this, if he didn't feel she could endure and transcend. She trusted her analysis. She turned slowly, sighed, and looked up at him.

- I'm not going to leave. You can do it.

What Scott saw in Stella's eyes shocked him but above all delighted him. There was a certain determination, an unshakable confidence but also a certain pride. She stood before him like an Amazon, strong and powerful, no doubt. If it weren't for the idea and the urge to break her overriding all those other urges, he might have backed off. But he still wanted more, and a smile crossed his face. His eyes darkened and he laughed. They were both face to face and they seemed about to engage in a more violent fight. Stella did not let go and her gaze did not lose intensity. An intensity that is both very provocative and pure, emanating from her confidence. But this confrontation, he obviously intended to win it. He approached her until he found himself in front of her. His smile had not left him and the increasingly animal glow that burned in his eyes would have frightened more than one. Because it wasn't a look of desire, it was the look of a carnivore ready to feed on a prey, which he no longer evens considered alive, but already between his dying fangs and ready of surrender. At that moment, Stella's confidence crumbled like a sandcastle. She lowered her eyes, ready to accept her decision to leave herself in his hands.

- Much better. So, let's start, slave. Hold on as best you can, seduce me, captivate me...