Bound by His Rules
652 Words
Daisy woke before dawn, tangled in silk sheets that still carried his scent. Dark, sharp, and dangerously intoxicating. The memory of his mouth on hers, the way he had claimed her lips like they were his right, refused to fade.
She pressed her fingers to her swollen lips, a shameful heat rushing through her. She hated how her body responded to him, how it betrayed her pride with every stolen touch.
A soft knock on the door made her jolt. Before she could answer, the door opened.
Xander.
He filled the doorway with his tall frame, dressed in a black shirt rolled to his forearms, his watch glinting against his tan skin. His gaze swept over her, sharp and assessing.
“You’re awake,” he said, his voice smooth but commanding. “Good. Get dressed. You’ll be joining me in my office today.”
Her chest tightened. She’d worked under him before, but something about today felt different. More dangerous.
“Y-yes, sir,” she managed.
His eyes narrowed at the stutter. “You’ll learn to answer me with confidence. My pet doesn’t tremble when she speaks.”
The word pet slid over her like velvet and barbed wire at once.
Hours later, she stood outside his office, nerves coiling as the heavy oak door loomed in front of her. She inhaled and stepped inside.
The space was vast, lined with glass that overlooked the city skyline. Xander sat behind a sleek desk, his presence dominating the room more than the expensive furniture ever could.
He gestured with a tilt of his head. “Close the door. Lock it.”
Her pulse hammered. She obeyed.
“Come here.”
Each step felt like a surrender, her heels clicking against the floor as she crossed to him. His chair swiveled slightly, and he leaned back, studying her as if she were nothing more than a problem to be solved or a possession to be tested.
“Do you remember what I told you last night?” he asked softly.
Her throat went dry. “That… I belong to you.”
His smirk was slow, dark, pleased. “Say it again.”
Her cheeks flushed, but the pull of his gaze stripped away her resistance. “I belong to you.”
“Good.” He stood, circling her like a predator. “Now prove it.”
Her breath caught as his fingers brushed along her arm, trailing upward, deliberate and slow, until they tilted her chin. His eyes locked on hers, fierce and consuming.
“On your knees.”
Her body reacted before her mind did, sinking to the floor. The cold of the polished wood seeped through her stockings, a stark contrast to the heat rushing through her veins.
Xander’s hand slipped into her hair, firm but not cruel, guiding her to look up at him. His dominance wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. The weight of his control was in every subtle movement, every word left unsaid.
“You’ll learn, Daisy,” he murmured, his thumb grazing her lip. “Obedience isn’t weakness. It’s trust. And soon, you won’t just obey, you’ll crave it.”
His words sank into her like a spell, her body shivering with a mix of dread and forbidden anticipation.
He leaned down, brushing his mouth over hers; slow, lingering, calculated. The kiss started soft, almost tender, but quickly deepened, turning rough, demanding, until she was breathless, clinging to his shirt for balance.
When he finally pulled back, his voice was rough. “Every time you kneel, every time you whisper that you’re mine, you step further into my world. And once you’re in…” His smirk was wicked, certain. “…there’s no escape.”
Daisy’s chest heaved, her lips swollen, her body trembling in the cage of his presence.
And the terrifying truth was this: she didn’t want to escape. Not tonight. Not in this moment.
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