Survival

what kind of person he was, knewwhat he would want from me, but now that it was happening, I had ahard time believing this was even real. Yet here I was, bent over a desk waiting to be fucked orcollared. Neither option was ideal, but I knew one of them wasgoing to happen whether I wanted them to or not.
Hating him and fighting my pride, I compliedand reached back, lifting my hair from my neck to accept the onereal chain that would truly symbolize my status of property. I felt him clasp the diamond-studdedcollar around my throat, and I nearly broke down right there. Itwasn’t snug, but it wasn’t loose either, the metal feeling icy coldaround my neck and sending shivers down my spine. My pride wasofficially pounded into a tiny cube and shelved just like the rest of my freedoms.
“Get up and turn around,” he said, backingup now.
I shoved myself off the desk quickly andturned with more hatred in my heart than I had room for. The ownergazed down at me with a sick, twisted grin and devious awe in his eyes. I could only imagine what hewas doing to me in his head … and when he was planning to act onit.
“Mmm … picture perfect.” He smiled withobvious approval.
“Fuck you,” I scowled, unable to filteranymore of my outspoken words.
And then he backhanded me across the face sofast I hadn’t even seen it coming. I grunted as I fell to the flooronto my side, pain exploding in my temple and cheek. I brought myhand to cover my now swelling face and looked up at the piece ofshit, but the darkness that came over his eyes was enough to makeme shrink a little inside. I didn’t know why it surprised me thathe actually struck me with his bare hand; it wasn’t as if he wasabove hurting women. He did it fora living.
“You had better wipe that attitude off yourface, Jaden. Suddenly, I’m not feeling so generous with clothingwith such a disrespectful mouth,” he mocked. He stood over me withhis hands in his pockets and the most sinister and satisfied lookon his face.
Even though the damn nightie would barely cover my ass, I still wantedsomething that actually covered me. Hell, I’d wear a potato sack ifit were at my disposal.
“Now, get up,” he ordered.
I stood; the scowl still present on my redand now swelling face as I glared at him.
The owner smirked at me then. “Tell youwhat,” he said, taking a light step toward me. “I’ll change my mindif …”
I waited for the awful act I would have toendure just for the sake of clothing and the thought made mystomach wrench.
“… you give me a kiss … right here.” Hepointed at his cheek, that shark grin of his making my insidescurl.
I dropped my arms and narrowed my eyes. Fuckthis guy.
“You expect me to kiss you after that littledisplay? You know what? I don’t need it that bad,” I said with anattitude and turned away from him. If he wanted a kiss, he couldkiss my perfect ass.
He grabbed my arm, and I instantly wrappedmine around his to trap it in place, but his other hand came aroundand tore the flimsy material of the “dress” from my body in onestrong tug. The clothing ripped like it was made of paper, and Iwas instantly naked again, covering myself as best I could with myarms and hands.
“What thefuck!” I shouted at him.
He charged at me then, his large bodyintense with so much capability as he quickly backed me into awall, my arms and hands too concerned with keeping myself coveredfrom him to defend myself.
When I felt my back touch the wall, myshoulders hunched and my skin broke out in goosebumps as I staredstraight into my now owner’s cold blue eyes. I could feel the firefuming from my own gaze as I burned him alive with my starealone.
“I expect you to do exactly as I say,exactly when I say it, without question or complaint, no matterwhat the fuck objections you think you’re entitled to!”
His voice was chilling and loud, and it mademe flinch even more, my eyesleaving his to hide away from the wrath emanating from his glare. Ifelt so helpless and vulnerable standing there naked and small as Iattempted to conceal myself from him and failed miserably.
“Drop your hands, Jaden. You don’t get tohide from me anymore,” he demanded.
“No,” I replied weakly, the word nearlycoming out as a whisper as he chipped away at my resolve piece bypiece.
Before I could blink, his hands slammed intothe wall on either side of my head, causing me to flinch again.Anxiety was pounding away inside my head, and I was beginning towonder how long I could keep my façade going. He kept his hands inplace as he slowly lowered his head to my ear, his breath ticklingmy skin and sending shivers up my spine.
“My previous threat still stands. I will nottell you again.”
My heart was pounding in my chest as I triedto keep my breathing level calm. With easy movements, I gentlydropped my hands to the side and clenched my fists until I felt mynails bite into my palm.
“There’s a good girl,” he drawled, hisfingers reaching down to clutch my chin in a gentle, yet possessivegrip. I turned away from his touch, shivering in disgust, but hishand refused to release me. “So beautiful … and so mine.”
Don’t fucking touch me.
“Now, would you rather leave here naked, orwould you prefer clothes?” he asked.
I exhaled a heavy annoyed breath as I staredoff to the side. “Clothes.” I sighed.
He then slowly leaned down and tapped theside of his right cheek with his forefinger, a smart-ass smirkon his lips as he looked down atme. Anger seethed through me as it became clear he was enjoyingthis little game as his mood improved every time he put myresourceful king in check. I felt like just Mike Tyson’ing it and biting his whole damn ear off,but I didn’t think that would end well.
So I swallowed my pride and raised up on mystupid fucking tiptoes toward his