Repaying the Mafia’s Dept

Anthony

My little kitten thinks she’s slick. It’s fucking adorable. I can practically hear her thoughts. I know all of this is an act, but for a moment, I had her. I had a sweet submissive who trusted me and craved my touch. I want more.

I tighten the sash over her eyes and take a step back. Her arms move out slightly, as though she’s off-balance. Without me there to guide her, I’m sure she is. Her mouth parts, but then she closes it and moves her hands to her side.

Good girl. She’s trying hard to obey. I know it’s only so she can use me. She’s not doing it because she wants to. Not yet, anyway. But we’ll get there. I just need to be patient.

I put my hands on her shoulders so she knows I’m there, and then let them fall to her hips.

“Walk with me and hold my hand.” I take her small hand in mine and slowly lead her to the door. Her other hand opens and closes. I know she’d like to reach for the blindfold. But she doesn’t. Not yet. It won’t do her any good to get it off though. Even if she does manage to get it off and race up the stairs somehow without me on right on her ass, she’d just come to another lock. And the combinations to enter her rooms are all different.

The entire basement is soundproofed. She could scream all she wanted, but she would be locked down here. The doors are programmed to unlock after three days though, if anything were to prevent me from returning to the house.

I punch in the code and lead her through the door. Her right hand twitches, and I know she’s fighting the urge to bolt. She’s working hard to stay by my side and not take off.

But ultimately she obeys. It’s a fucking relief. Also, quite an achievement. A dozen or more scenarios played out in my mind, ranging from her starving herself to her throwing the chair at me. But this is nearly all I could hope for. It’s perfect really. She’s still resistant, but cooperating. I knew she’d be like this. She’s perfect.

She’s making it easy while still being a challenge. I like that. No, I fucking love that.

We get to her bedroom and I punch in the code. I see her shoulders sag slightly and the corners of her mouth turn down. She should be smarter than to think I’d place her in a room without a lock. I’m sure she knows better than that.

As soon as the door shuts behind us, I take off the sash. She blinks a few times before letting the astonishment show on her face. I look over her body and realize how unkempt she looks. Her skin’s still flushed and gorgeous, save for a few smudges on her face. But her feet are bare and dirty, and her hair’s tangled and in need of a wash. Even her nightgown looks rumpled and dirty on the part covering her ass since she sat on the floor most of the day. She was only in the cell for one day, but one was enough for her to get this disheveled. I’m not looking forward to having to send her back there, but I know she’s going back. It’s only a matter of time.

I made sure her room was spacious and would satisfy her every need and desire. It’s a combination of her bedroom and living room. The en-suite is to the left, through a pair of large antique doors, and to the right she has an office that’s accessible through another locked door. I hope that it will be hers one day. For now, all contact she makes with the outside world will be monitored. I made sure to take her phone with me when I left. She hasn’t received any messages or calls yet, but her social media shit is fucking constant. I have my ways to ensure we’ll both be happy as far as that’s concerned.

This room that I’ve prepared for her is nearly the size of her entire cabin. It takes up the majority of my basement. But she needs the space since this is all she’ll have from now on. I tried to section it off for her so she’d have a clear separation between the living room and bedroom. It’s all the same soft grey in color though, which helps to unite the spaces. Most of the linens are white, giving it a very clean and modern look. The accents are pink though. Very pale pink. I even hung floor-to-ceiling crushed velvet curtains for her. They’re only covering small windows that hardly let in any light, but they make the room look larger and more luxurious. I’m hopeful that everything is to her taste. Every piece I selected reminded me of her. I want this to be a dream come true, and the setting is every bit as important as the story.

In reality, her new home is much nicer than her cabin. Everything is new and fresh. I wanted everything to have the same feel as her cabin, just with more luxurious furnishings and decor. A huge bookshelf is in one corner. Some of the books are favorites of hers, but the others are my choices. I even brought her laptop for her so that she can keep working. Of course she’ll only have access to it when I’ll be present for now, and I installed a tracker and a logger so I’ll be able to remotely monitor her, but she should still be thrilled to have it.

I watch her as she walks to each item, putting her hand out, but barely touching the furniture. She seems shocked, but also pleased, and that makes me happy. I’m proud that I can provide for her. I want that. I want her to see how good I can be for her.

She walks slowly to the table in front of the sofa. It’s where I set her Kindle. The tablet’s in its case, and she pauses as she recognizes it as hers. Her eyes widen, and she looks back at me.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“I told you I’d give you what you need. And I understand your needs,” I say. I know all of her needs, and I can’t fucking wait to fuck her exactly how she needs it. She looks at me hesitantly, but I don’t give her a moment to respond.

“You will obey me.” Now’s the time for me to start going over the terms since she’s seen the alternative. “You will do what I say, when I say. I’ll do my best to be reasonable and keep your limits in mind.” I smirk and add a touch of humor to lighten the severity of the situation. Her eyes remain clouded with worry. I can tell she’s thinking there’s a catch beyond what I’ve told her. “But I will push you, and you will obey. If you don’t at least try to obey me, you’ll be punished, and this room will be taken from you.”

I give her a moment to digest what I’ve told her.

“You said…” She pauses to clear her throat before continuing. “You said I would have to agree?” I nod.

“On physically pleasing me, yes. I only want your touch if you’re eager to give it to me.” That’s absolutely true. I have no interest in taking my pleasure from her, I want her to give it to me freely.

She nods her head in understanding, appearing a bit more relaxed, but still unsure.

“Kitten, I have desires. And I want you to fulfill them.” My hand burns with the need to touch her soft skin. “When I come into the room, I want you to kneel and wait for my command. My needs will be your priority.” I want her submission more than anything. I want her to need me, and to look forward to my company. I need her complete trust. I will earn it.

Her breath comes in short pants, and I’m hoping this is turning her on more than anything else.

“Yes, Anthony,” she answers in a respectful low tone.

“You can speak freely, so long as you’re respectful. But I will punish that smart mouth of yours if you back talk or raise your voice to me. Is that understood?” I keep my voice soft, but firm as I face her. I want to brush her hair off her shoulder and wipe the smudges off her face. She needs to be cleaned and pampered.

She nods her head and says, “Yes. I understand.” Her body language tells me everything I need to know. She’s scared, and she doesn’t trust a word I’m saying. She’ll learn though. She just needs time. She needs space as well. I can’t rush this fantasy. Deep down, she wants this. I’ll still be here when she’s ready for it. Until then, I’ll have to control my own needs and desires.

“Now,” I begin, as I walk to the soft grey sofa and pat the seat next to me as I sit down. She listens and quickly sits with her hands in her lap. Her eyes keep dancing around the room, so I wait for her full attention. It doesn’t take long, which pleases me.

“I want to go over your earlier behavior,” I say.

Her eyes widen slightly and she inhales deeply. I keep my face impassive, but it makes me happy that she’s nervous to discuss it. She should be.

“You know what a good submissive does and how she behaves, don’t you? I was under the impression I wouldn’t have to teach you that,” I say with a frown.

Her eyes lock on mine as she replies. “Yes, Anthony.” Her complete attention and obedience is fucking beautiful. And hearing my name on her lips makes my dick jump. I know she has expectations just as much as I do. They’ll help us for now, but they can hurt us, too.

“Earlier, you hadn’t agreed to be mine. In fact, you said no and chose death at first.” Her eyes stay locked on mine, but her mouth stays closed. “Because you weren’t aware of my terms, you weren’t punished. But now, you’re mine. That behavior you displayed will get your ass whipped, kitten.”

She nods her head diligently.

“You deliberately teased me.” I bring my finger to her mouth and trace her bottom lip. Her mouth parts slightly, but I pull away. “Next time you’ll find out what happens when you tempt that side of me.” I have to work hard to keep my eyes locked on hers rather than roaming her body and picturing those sweet lips wrapped around my cock. “Do you understand, kitten?”

“Yes, Anthony.” A wicked smirk pulls my lips up.

Now that she’s agreed, we can really play.