I don’t need three little words.

I only need two from my sweet toy.

Yes, Master.

Isa Cabot is my newest plaything. My obsession with her grows darker with each day we spend together.

I want to push her. Punish her.

Train her.

I want to put her through the most exquisite torture for my own pleasure. She’s going to submit.

She’s going to kneel for me.

And if anyone comes between us… I have a bullet with their name on it.

SPENDING a night without Isa was proving to be complicated - not least of all due to my raging hard-on.

Just thinking about her cooped up in that little cage made my cock swell with the need to be plunged inside her. I wanted her. I craved the silky brush of her skin against mine, the way she begged silently with her eyes.

Goddamn, I even missed her brattiness.

I woke up at the crack of dawn the next day, throwing on some chinos and a white shirt and strolling into the playroom. I stopped between the doors, my thumb hooked carelessly in the belt loop of my pants. Isa was awake when I arrived, her pretty face streaked with tears. She sat up when I walked in, her eyes following mine as I made my way into the room.

"I hope you slept well, princess," I told her in a low growl. "Are you ready to apologize to me?"

She looked right at me, those big green eyes red-rimmed and surrounded by the thickest black lashes I'd ever seen.

"No," she spat out.

Everything inside me told me to stay calm, even when I wanted nothing

more than to slap that smug smile off her pretty face. Instead of succumbing to my urges, I knelt down next to her, my eyes finding hers.

"You're not going to apologize?" I asked her in my sweetest voice, and she shook her head vehemently. "Is that so, princess?"

"Yes," she managed, but as scared as she looked, she wasn't backing down.

"I'm giving you one last chance," I ground out, and she slid forward, fingers wrapping around the bars of her cage.

Her eyes met my glare with a defiant one of her own, and she took the greatest pleasure in turning me down yet again, loudly exclaiming, "No!"

"Stubborn little thing," I muttered under my breath before straightening up and unlocking the door of the cage. "Get out, princess. Kneel by my feet."

She only hesitated for a split second. It was almost adorable how willing she was to follow the commands that gave use to her body, but the mere word 'sorry' made her stubborn as fuck. It was like she couldn't force that word from her lips. Like it didn't exist in her goddamn vocabulary.

Well, we're going to change that, I thought to myself. Brats get taught a lesson, no matter how pretty they are and how good they look on their knees.

"Look up at me," I went on, and Isa raised her eyes to mine. "You're going to be punished for saying no to me. Nod if you understand."

She bit her bottom lip, and after a second, nodded without breaking her stare.

"Get up," I told her.

She stood up, stretching out her muscles and moaning with relief. I walked over to a bench with a vibrating toy strapped on the saddle on top.

"Come here, princess." I motioned to her as the words left my lips. She came closer, every step was more fearful than the one before.

"Sit down," I growled, and she shivered before me. "Not on the toy, right behind it."

Her shoulders sagged with relief, but only because she had no idea what was waiting for her.

Isa sat on the bench, and I strapped her legs into the harnesses that would hold them in place. I did the same thing with her wrists, and soon,

she was completely immobile with the still-for-now toy pressing against her pussy.

"M..." she started. "Master."

"Yes, princess?" I asked, kneeling next to her.

She still remembers one thing I taught her.

"I want to..." She swallowed, thick and loud. "I want to apolo-apologize."

"You do?" I asked, smoothing down her hair. She whimpered and nodded. She looked so helpless like that. "Well, I told you it's too late for that, Isa. Now you have to pay for being a brat."

I parted her pussy lips and she let out a long gasp when she felt the toy touch her sensitive clit.

"Hope you're wet," I told her impassively. "Otherwise this is going to hurt."

I’ll enjoy it either way.

I turned the toy on and Isa mewled when it started vibrating right against her most sensitive spot. My cock throbbed as the defiance in her eyes was replaced with excitement. I waited for the moment when the toy brought her dangerously close to climax before I moved from the spot where I was standing.

"You don't get to come," I told her sternly, walking over to where my most pain-inducing toys were held. My fingers brushed dangerous-looking whips to the sound of my princess begging softly. "For every time you do - if you dare - I'll whip you ten times. So you better hold it, Isa."

"Please!" she cried out. "I'm so... so... so... Close!"

"Hold it," I ordered, and listened to her whimpering moans like they were a symphony. "You'll stay right there on the edge of an orgasm as long as I demand it. Then, if you're a good girl, I'll let you come for me."

I took a seat in a plush burgundy armchair in the other corner of the room, and her eyes stared at me from across the room. She was doing her best to obey my command, and she swallowed her excitement until the defiance returned to her eyes.

"You're so fucking cruel," she spat out in her most defiant tone, then she began to squirm-but all she could do was suffer.

"Watch that tongue, princess," I told her. "Don't want me to do this to you for hours, do you?"

She cried out again, and I unzipped my chinos, pulling out my rock hard cock. The head was slick with precum, and I spread the clear drops over my length.

"Don't mind me," I said with a chuckle. "I'm just going to watch."

Isa pulled at her restraints and it made my cock throb to watch the

helplessness register on her face and bring more soft little whimpers to her lips.

"Struggle all you want," I growled. "It's not going to help one bit. Now hold it and give me the fucking show I paid for."

She only struggled for a short time, then she leaned into the toy, letting it bring her back to the very edge of bliss.

I LEFT my princess sleeping soundly in the bed the next morning.

I’d woken up bright and early, and I was grateful she was still asleep since I had a task I had to finish before she opened those beautiful clear eyes.

I walked down the hallway to my office, putting my shirt on and buttoning it up as I walked. Jasper spotted me as I made my way to the office, and he joined me, keeping up with my pace and not commenting on my outfit as he delivered the morning’s messages.

That’s what I liked about Jasper. He was trustworthy, and he never made what wasn’t his business a problem. It was the reason he’d become my right-hand man, and I had no intention of changing his status in the coming years.

“Any news on the house?” I asked him as I buttoned the top of my shirt and opened the door for my office.

“There have been a few offers, the realtor says,” Jasper informed me. “She’s expecting your call this morning.”

“Have you told her price isn’t an issue for me?” I questioned as I strode to my desk, sitting down on my leather office chair. “I’m willing to pay as much as she wants. But I’m going to own that place. I’m not taking a no for an answer.”

“I have told her that,” Jasper nodded, shooting me an apologetic look. “Apparently, there is another buyer who is just as determined as you are to get the property.”

“We’ll just have to see about that,” I muttered under my breath. “Thanks, Jasper.”

He nodded, taking note of my tone and leaving. He closed the office door behind him just as I picked up the phone, dialling the number of the realtor responsible for the sale of the Cabot Estate.

I wasn’t very sentimental, but even I knew how much that house and the land it sat on meant to Isa. And I wasn’t about to let it go, especially when it was being sold to pay off her father’s debts. I would be the new owner of Cabot Estate – not just because I had something to prove to both of our fathers, but because I wanted to show Isa I truly owned each and every aspect of her life. She was mine now, as well as everything that belonged to her. All fucking mine.

“Hello?” The voice on the other side of the line was chirpy and cheerful, and I mentally prepared myself for the conversation with the much too bubbly realtor who was really a predator in disguise.

Marlena Hodge didn’t care who got the house in the end. All she gave a shit about was making a quick buck that she could take to the bank.

“Hello, Mrs Hodge,” I replied primly. “I’m calling about the Cabot Estate. My assistant Jasper tells me he’s made an offer in my name for the property.”

“He has indeed,” the woman nearly purred with happiness, obviously eager to deliver the news. “Unfortunately, your offer has been matched, and then upped to seven and a half million.”

Good news for Marlena, bad news for me.

“I will raise my offer,” I said without even hesitating. “Eight million for the Estate.”

“I’m… I’m not going to be able to accept that,” she squeaked apprehensively.

Why is she being difficult? This is money in her hand.

“Why?” I barked. “I can have the money wired to you today. It’s not going to be a problem.”

“I am well aware of that, Mr Windsor,” she went on, her voice betraying just how nervous she was. “Unfortunately, we have another buyer for the property, and he’s willing to match any price you make, and up it by two- hundred-thousand.”

“What?” I asked, feeling incredulous. “How is that possible? The Estate isn’t worth more than six million. You’re already ripping me off here. Why would anyone be willing to pay that much?”

A standing offer with a guarantee to outbid the competition? That’s not even practical. Only a fool would do that…

“You are forgetting about the custom-made Italian marble tile in the grand bathroom,” the woman went on. “And of course, we can’t forget the glass fixtures straight from the island of Murano near Venice in Italy-”

“I don’t give a shit about the fixtures,” I responded as coolly as I could, but I was getting impatient. “And we both know the house isn’t worth more than six mil. So, Marlena, darling, please let me know when we can sign the papers.”

“We can’t,” she breathed out after a short pause. “The other buyer… he will match any offer you make.”

“Then just don’t fucking tell him,” I spat out. “Here’s the final offer, Marlena. Ten million. You’re robbing me fucking blind, but I’ll ignore that if you give me the house. I’ll draw up the papers, so the extra two mil go into your account.”

I could practically see her eyes widening at that even though she was on the other side of the phone.

“Um…” Her greed seemed to be overpowering her initial hesitation.

That’s what I thought. She isn’t confident enough to believe the other buyer will actually match an offer this absurd. I win.

“Think of that, Marlena,” I went on, my voice dripping with sugary sweetness. “You have two sons in high school, don’t you?”

“And a daughter,” she whispered.

“You could pay for their education,” I said, trying to tempt her with my offer. “You could pay off your house… Hell, you could buy a new house. A vacation home. You’d be taken care of, Marlena. So what do you say? Do we have a deal?”

“I…” Gone was her chirpiness, now replaced with raw nerves.

“What’s stopping you?” I said gently. “Your sense of what’s right and what’s wrong?”

She was stubbornly quiet.

“Do something for yourself for once,” I suggested. “And for your family. Think about how grateful they’ll be. Your daughter, how old is she?”

“Eighteen,” she managed to get out.

“Eighteen,” I repeated. “Does she have a boyfriend?”

“Yes,” Marlena answered. “A high school sweetheart. They’re already talking about getting married.”

“You could pay for her dream wedding,” I told her gently. “Give her everything she wants. So say yes, Marlena. This is the chance of a lifetime.”

A long pause followed, then finally she whispered, “Okay, Mr. Windsor. We have a deal.”

Of course we do. I don’t lose. She knows that…

“Perfect,” I said, back to my professional voice. “I’ll have the papers sent over and sign them on my end. I’d like the property to be available to me in a few days. Can you do that, Marlena?”

“Of course, Mr Windsor,” she said, her voice shaking lightly. “Thank you so much… you have no idea what you’ve done for me.”

“Don’t mention it,” I ground out.

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