Contract Of Surrender

The Edge Of Obedience

He started moving faster, sliding one thick finger deep inside her wetness. Elena moaned again, loud, her hips rocked against his hand without thinking. The pleasure built so fast, so strong, that her thighs began to shake. She was right there, right on the edge, her whole body tightening, ready to explode.

Then he pulled his finger out completely.

Elena’s eyes flew open in shock. A desperate whimper escaped her lips she stared at him, breathing hard, her body aching with need.

Damien looked straight into her eyes. Slowly, he brought his wet finger to his mouth and licked it clean, tasting her. The sight made her face burn with shame and fresh heat. He stood up straight between her legs, towering over her, calm and in complete control while she sat there spread open and trembling on his desk.

“Go up and get ready for dinner,” he said, his voice low and steady, without another word, he turned and walked out of the office.

Elena stayed frozen on the desk for a long minute. Her heart pounded. Her p***y still throbbed, wet and unsatisfied. Tears of frustration stung her eyes. She felt used. Humiliated. And worst of all, she felt empty without his touch. Her hands shook as she pulled her clothes back into place. How was she supposed to face him now?

She went straight to her room, closed the door, and sat on the bed. Shame washed over her again and again. She couldn’t go downstairs. She couldn’t sit across from him and pretend nothing had happened not after the way she had moaned for him. Not after the way her body had betrayed her so easily so she stayed upstairs.

Thirty minutes passed then an hour. Her stomach growled, but she ignored it. She curled up on the bed, still feeling the ghost of his fingers between her legs when a knock sounded on her door.

“Miss Voss? Mr. Vale is waiting for you at dinner,” the maid said from outside.

Elena’s stomach dropped. She didn’t answer. A few minutes later, the maid came back.

“Miss Voss.”

With trembling legs, Elena finally stood up, she walked to the door with trembling legs and opened the door

"Tell him I'm not hungry" the maid nodded and went back, she closed the door and collapsed back on the huge bed.

She hadn't gotten time to relax when the maid came back.

"Miss Voss, he insists you come down this minute"

Elena sighs, gets up and changes into fresh clothes and walked downstairs, her heart beating wildly. When she reached the dining area, Damien was already seated at the head of the long table. His face was dark with anger.

The moment she appeared, his eyes locked on her.

“Why weren’t you at the dining table?” he asked, his voice echoing

Elena hesitated, her gaze on the floor. “I… I wasn’t hungry.”

Damien slammed his hand on the table. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot. Elena jumped.

“Hungry or not, I don’t care,” he said sharply.

“You will come down here before me every single time. I will not wait for you. Ever. Is that clear?”

She nodded quickly, too scared to speak.

He banged the table again, harder this time.

“Is that clear?!”

Elena flinched hard. Her whole body started shaking. “Yes, s-sir,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“Good. Now sit.”

She hurried to the chair and sat down fast. Her hands were shaking so badly that when she tried to serve herself, she spilled some rice and sauce on the table. She quickly tried to clean it, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Damien watched her silently for a moment. Then he spoke again, his tone calmer but still firm.

“There’s a gala you have to attend with me tomorrow evening.”

Elena blinked, still trying to steady her breathing. “Gala?”

“You heard me.”

She swallowed. “What is it for?”

“That's not your business to know"

Caught off guard Elena blinks "Bu..t"

Damien interrupts "Tomorrow, a few dresses will be brought to you pick the one you like. Your shoes and makeup will be taken care of too. All I need is for you to be ready before I get back.”

Elena rolled her eyes before she could stop herself. Damien saw it immediately. “Do you have a problem?”

She flinched again, fear rushing through her.

“No, no. I’m fine.”

He stared at her for a few seconds, then nodded. “Good.”

He started eating. Elena tried to eat too, but every bite felt difficult her body was still sensitive from what happened in the office. Every time she shifted in her seat, she remembered his fingers inside her, the way he had licked them while looking at her and shame would instantly rise deep in her stomach.

She felt small. She watched as Damien ate quietly, but his presence filled the entire room. Every now and then, his eyes would lift and study her face. Elena kept her head down, scared to meet his gaze.

The silence between them felt heavy. She was angry at him for treating her like this. Angry at herself for getting wet again just from sitting near him

After some time, Damien put down his fork.

“Look at me, Elena.”

She slowly raised her eyes. His stare was intense, almost hungry.

“Why aren't you eating,”

Elena looks away "I'm not hungry"

" Fine " Damien stands and walks out the dinning

“ What did I do" she wonders aloud, "anyways that's his problem "

Elena’s fumes, anger begin to rise again, she starts to stand when Damien walks back in a whip in hand, startled a choking sound escaping her throat

"Now Elena would you eat or would you like to be punished"

Elena swallows, she tries to talk but nothing comes out just another choking sound

"Answer me!! " His voice thunders

"I'll eat, I'll eat " she sits back down shaking

"Look at me "

Elena raises her head to meet his eyes, he walks closer " Are you sure ?"

Elena nods, she picks her spoon and fills it up with rice, she can still feel his gaze

"You say you're sure but you look like you would prefer being whipped"

She chokes on the food in her mouth, she grabs a glass of water and chugs it down

"So I was right, do you want to be punished ?" He asks his voice growing deeper and his eyes darker

"No" she manages to say

"Liar" I can smell your arousal" he pauses "you want me to tie your hands and whip you senseless"

Elena shakes her head shame filling her, her cheek turns deep red from embarrassment and Damien laughs a low rumbly laugh

" You're such a naughty little girl " he laughs again and tears sting her eyes

“I hate you,” she whispered, but her voice sounded weak even to her own ears, Damien’s lips curved into a small dangerous smile.

“Good. Hate me all you want. But tomorrow night at that gala, you will smile, stay by my side, and act like the perfect companion. And when we come back home…” He paused, his eyes darkening. “We’ll finish what we started today.”

Elena’s breath caught. A mix of fear and dark excitement ran through her body. She wanted to argue, to scream at him, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she sat there, heart racing, body still aching from his earlier teasing.

Damien walked around the table. He stopped beside her chair and gently tilted her chin up with two fingers.

“Eat your food, my love,” he said softly. “You’ll need your strength.”

Then he walked away, the whip still in his hands leaving her alone at the big dining table with her racing thoughts and trembling hands.

Elena stared at her plate tears slipping down her cheeks. She didn’t know how much longer she could fight this man.