Kylie’s P. O. V
I was standing in front of the private elevator, wondering whether I should go up or not. It has been fifteen minutes since Mr. Stanley dropped me in front of the building. It took all my willpower to get inside the elevator and press the top button.
I checked the time on my mobile again, it was past 2 am. I hoped he was asleep already. The elevator door opened, I took a deep breath before stepping out of it. The living room was empty so I guess he had gone to bed already. I sighed in relief, but who knew how wrong I was?
“What took you so long?” brimmed a voice from my right making me jump out in fright. I looked in the direction from where his voice came and there he was sitting idly on the stool of what looked like a minibar.
“Oh God! you scared the hell out of me,” I said placing a hand over my racing heart to calm it.
“Mark dropped you twenty minutes ago. What were you doing down there, pleasuring the guard?” he roared throwing the glass of whisky at me. I flinched and jumped back in my instinct. The glass smashed just a few inches away from my foot.
“Are you fucking crazy? You could have hurt me, Sebastian,” I yelled at him in anger. I was not someone to put up with his crazy behavior. But man! How wrong I was to yell at the monster.
Sebastian walked towards me at a swift speed and grabbed my neck. He continued pushing me till my back hit hard against the wall.
“How dare you yell at me you whore? I bought you just a few hours ago have you forgotten? Your parents are in my hospital now, all I need to do is make a call and you will never be able to see their faces,” he whispered while making his grip tighter around my neck making me gasp for air. His voice was dangerously cold sending a chill down my spine.
“P-please l-let me go, y-you are c-choking me,” I manage to form the words. But he wasn’t in no sense to hear my words.
“Where were you for the last twenty minutes?” he asked again continuing to choke me.
“I-I was in front of the e-elevator, I w-wasn’t s-sure if I s-should d-disturb your sleep,” I blurted out. I was out of breath, everything was becoming dark in front of my teary eyes. Just when I thought I was about to lose my life, he loosened his grip around my neck.
“How could I sleep, especially on our first night?” he said with an evil smirk. I took a deep breath to inhale enough oxygen to activate my system.
“Now now, where we were? Yes, you called me by my name and said I was crazy to hurt you. Do I remind you again that you have no right to call me by my name? And I purchased you so you are mine to hurt, torment, use, or pleasure. Now what you should do?” his voice was so husky and intimidating that it was asking for my submission.
“I a-am s-sorry,” I said in a trembling voice.
“Sorry, what?” he asked raising his voice.
“I am sorry, M-master,” I said in a whisper. I felt humiliated by his words and behavior. He stepped away from me, eyeing me top to bottom with his hungry eyes.
“Now that I remember, today is our first night then shouldn’t you pleasure your husband and master?” he said, the smug smirk never leaving his lips.
“What do you mean?” I asked clenching my fist in nervousness. He didn’t mean he wanted to make love with me, did he?
“I meant you should pleasure me, my body,” he said leaning on the sofa. He sat there as a king ascended to his throne. I never felt this intimidated by him before, not when we were together. But what changed in him?
“What are waiting for? Strip!” he ordered in his deep domineering voice that sent a shiver all over my body.
“Are you asking me to strip here?” I looked around the well-decorated living room. This is my second time coming here as his legal wife but I haven’t seen any part of this big penthouse apartment except for the living room. And now he was asking me to strip naked in front of him here? Not even in his bedroom?
“This is not the first time I will see you naked, and come on, we had even done it in the kitchen of your damn shithole you called an apartment. Compared to that you should congratulate yourself that you upgraded from a slum to a penthouse apartment. Don’t make me wait and strip now.”
Every word from him was like a knife piercing my heart and soul. Yes, it was true that we had sex before but that was out of love, at least for me. But now it was different, all I felt toward him was hatred. And this relationship between us was simply a business deal.
“Do you wish to see your parents or not?” he asked gritting his teeth in anger. I swiftly nodded at him and started opening the buttons of my blouse with shaky hands.
I slowly removed my top and jeans, I was standing in front of him in my black lingerie, that were still a bit damp and wet from the rain earlier.
“Come forward,” he ordered. His dark eyes were hooded with lust and hatred. I slowly walked in front of him. The cool air from the AC was making my skin cold. I stopped a few feet away from him looking down. Shame and resentment wouldn’t let me look into his eyes.
“Remove them too,” he said, his voice was calm this time. With shaky hands, I followed the order from my master and removed the last piece of clothes from my body. Now I was standing butt naked in the middle of his exquisite living room.
“Come near and kneel. Let your master inspect his purchased sex slave,” he ordered again. There was something in his voice that made me follow each and every order from him. Was it the fear of losing my parents? Or my gratitude for saving my father’s life? I don’t know but I wanted to follow all his commands at that moment.
Was I really becoming his submissive sex slave? Was this the type of first night I ever imagined with him?