His Absolute Betrayal - Elise's Love Story: The Billionaire's Continuum (#2) (A Contemporary Romance Novel) by Cerys du Lys Page B
Authors: Cerys du Lys
Tags: thriller, Crime, Mystery, Dark Romance, romantic suspense, bondage, Love Story, romance novel, office sex, modern romance, bdsm sex, domination submission, erotic spanking
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That was before I knew him as well and before I understood him more. I wanted to make him jealous; or partly so. I also wanted to show him that I could handle his BDSM things.
That's what I thought I was doing, at least. Except, no, I wasn't. Instead I was playing a part in some twisted and sick game that Cole Dyerhaven came up with. He wasn't into BDSM, he was into abuse and hurting people. I wanted to prove myself to Lucent, but all I'd ended up doing was proving myself a fool and an idiot. The thought made me ill.
And I was going to write about that, wasn't I? Yes, I supposed so. I'd started writing about Lucent and I, but unfortunately Cole was a part of our story, too. What should I even bother writing about him?
...
He leered down at me and brushed aside his dark hair. "Reveal yourself to me," he said. "Open your coat."
"I'd rather wait until we're inside," I said. "It's cold out here and someone might see me and..."
He glared down at me. Why? "If you're not willing to submit to me, I must be wasting my time."
"What?" I stammered. It hurt. It didn't hurt because of this person saying it to me, Cole, some random man I'd spoken with a handful of times through email. It hurt because it sounded similar to what Lucent had said the other day.
You can't accept what I need, nor what I want. You act like this is some game, Miss Tanner, and you wait here, thinking that I'll treat you like a poor, homeless kitten and take you in, except I don't want that. I want a slave. I want you to bow to my every whim and ignore every possible concept of pleasuring yourself so that you can perfectly pleasure me. I require submission and you offer me defiance instead?
Dejected, feeling so lost and hopeless, realizing that Lucent wasn't the only one who found me a waste of time, I slumped forward. I stared at the ground, pathetic and alone.
I could do this, though. I didn't need to defy everyone, did I? I didn't necessarily want to. I was just curious. I... I wanted Lucent to understand and accept me, and...
Slowly, I unbuttoned my coat and opened it. Cole ogled me openly, admiring my outfit.
...
I couldn't write it down on my computer, so I did it mentally, remembering every piece of it.
It hurt. I didn't want to remember that. Cole wanted me to reveal myself to him? When I first met him, I thought he knew about BDSM and how to help me with it, so I could get closer to Lucent. When he told me to buy a fake leather skirt that hugged at my ass and my thighs, along with fishnet stockings, and black heels, I just sort of went along with it. I didn't know anything about domination or submission then except for the small few things Lucent and I had done together.
I wore the matching tube top that showed my midriff, just like Cole asked. I looked like some submissive slut, just waiting to be fucked. I looked weak and helpless. At the time I thought that's what submission was about, that submitting to someone was about making yourself as pitiful as possible.
That wasn't what it was about, though. I still didn't fully understand everything, but there was strength in submission, too. Letting Lucent spank me or tie me up or dominate me wasn't a sign of weakness, I let Lucent do those things, because I trusted him. I allowed him to control me, because I was in command of myself and only I could tell someone what they could or couldn't do to me.
Yes, true, once I accepted that, he was quite good at using his understanding of the situation to play Master to my attempt at submission, but it was only when I accepted him in that role that he would ever do it.
It was different. Lucent asked, and he offered. Cole took, and he refused anything to the contrary. It was possible they did slightly similar things, or at least the act of them, but their completely opposite mindsets and thought processes guiding their actions made an entire world of difference.
Or
That's what I thought I was doing, at least. Except, no, I wasn't. Instead I was playing a part in some twisted and sick game that Cole Dyerhaven came up with. He wasn't into BDSM, he was into abuse and hurting people. I wanted to prove myself to Lucent, but all I'd ended up doing was proving myself a fool and an idiot. The thought made me ill.
And I was going to write about that, wasn't I? Yes, I supposed so. I'd started writing about Lucent and I, but unfortunately Cole was a part of our story, too. What should I even bother writing about him?
...
He leered down at me and brushed aside his dark hair. "Reveal yourself to me," he said. "Open your coat."
"I'd rather wait until we're inside," I said. "It's cold out here and someone might see me and..."
He glared down at me. Why? "If you're not willing to submit to me, I must be wasting my time."
"What?" I stammered. It hurt. It didn't hurt because of this person saying it to me, Cole, some random man I'd spoken with a handful of times through email. It hurt because it sounded similar to what Lucent had said the other day.
You can't accept what I need, nor what I want. You act like this is some game, Miss Tanner, and you wait here, thinking that I'll treat you like a poor, homeless kitten and take you in, except I don't want that. I want a slave. I want you to bow to my every whim and ignore every possible concept of pleasuring yourself so that you can perfectly pleasure me. I require submission and you offer me defiance instead?
Dejected, feeling so lost and hopeless, realizing that Lucent wasn't the only one who found me a waste of time, I slumped forward. I stared at the ground, pathetic and alone.
I could do this, though. I didn't need to defy everyone, did I? I didn't necessarily want to. I was just curious. I... I wanted Lucent to understand and accept me, and...
Slowly, I unbuttoned my coat and opened it. Cole ogled me openly, admiring my outfit.
...
I couldn't write it down on my computer, so I did it mentally, remembering every piece of it.
It hurt. I didn't want to remember that. Cole wanted me to reveal myself to him? When I first met him, I thought he knew about BDSM and how to help me with it, so I could get closer to Lucent. When he told me to buy a fake leather skirt that hugged at my ass and my thighs, along with fishnet stockings, and black heels, I just sort of went along with it. I didn't know anything about domination or submission then except for the small few things Lucent and I had done together.
I wore the matching tube top that showed my midriff, just like Cole asked. I looked like some submissive slut, just waiting to be fucked. I looked weak and helpless. At the time I thought that's what submission was about, that submitting to someone was about making yourself as pitiful as possible.
That wasn't what it was about, though. I still didn't fully understand everything, but there was strength in submission, too. Letting Lucent spank me or tie me up or dominate me wasn't a sign of weakness, I let Lucent do those things, because I trusted him. I allowed him to control me, because I was in command of myself and only I could tell someone what they could or couldn't do to me.
Yes, true, once I accepted that, he was quite good at using his understanding of the situation to play Master to my attempt at submission, but it was only when I accepted him in that role that he would ever do it.
It was different. Lucent asked, and he offered. Cole took, and he refused anything to the contrary. It was possible they did slightly similar things, or at least the act of them, but their completely opposite mindsets and thought processes guiding their actions made an entire world of difference.
Or
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