She was quiet on the drive home. Her eyes were glued to the window and the passing hillsides. Homes that were older than most museums sprinkled the land around them.
"I don't want to go back."
He looked at Regina from his spot behind the wheel. "You prefer the beach over my estate?" Both were beautiful places but for Paul, his mansion gave him a sense of base.
"No. I just prefer the other you. I like it when you open up in front of me. I like it when you reveal what your true desires are. When we will go back to the mansion, you will be back to your usual self. You always push me away from yourself then. But I want to be closer to you." She turned to face him and explained.
His hand moved to hers on her lap. "I am who I am. No one can change that. I gave you what you wanted and only when I like it. You can't tell me when."
"Yeah..." With a sigh, she turned her head back to her side window and he turned his gaze back to the road, the silence filling up the air and making it inhospitable.
"Can I ask you something?" She once again turned to him and asked.
He looked straight ahead but kept her movements in his peripheral vision and did not say anything.
"You only let me do those things because you enjoy it? Like giving me control and letting me order you." When he didn't respond, she asked her question.
"Yes."
"So, don't care what I think or care? You will not do anything even if I wanted it, just because you don't?"
"No." For him, his desire was the only thing that matter, he always thought. He didn't care about shattering anyone's dreams including her. From the very beginning, he made it clear, whatever she think of herself or call herself, she was just his slave. He can do whatever he wanted to a slave, including giving her control, for his pleasure and take back control after he was satisfied.
"But I like the things you do to me because you like it."
He finally turned his head to look at her, but her expression was hard and unreadable.
"What are you saying?" He didn't understand what she was trying to say, or what she was trying to make him understand.
"I just think you enjoy the things I ask you to do even if you won't admit it."
He shifted his hand from her to the console between them. She could analyze every move he made and every word he spoke, but she wouldn't find the answer she was looking for. "I'm not a romantic guy. I don't make love. I do those things just to make you pay to me. I do them so that I can keep you in my possession as long as I can. After all, you're such a good sla..." He stopped himself from completing that last sentence as he saw her gaze turning hot.
Since he stopped himself from whatever he was going to refer her, the heat in her gaze calmed down and she said, "I think you just don't want to accept."
"I'm don't think so."
"Well, that's my opinion. I'm sorry you disagree with it."
"And I'm sorry you choose to believe a fairy tale over reality. I thought you were smarter than that. I thought you were stronger than that." His voice carried his disappointment. He was initially attracted to her because of her simplified view of the world.
She didn't convince herself things were better than they really were to make herself feel better. She accepted the world as it was cold and cruel. "You told me men are all the same. You told me you would never trust a man ever again. You told me you never wanted to have a husband and kids."
"I still stand by those statements. I never said I trusted you. I never said I wanted to marry you and have your children." Her voice remained steady like she was telling the truth. "But I still care about you. And I think you care about me. That's all I'm trying to say." Her voice fell away when she was finished.
He rested his arm on the armrest beneath the window and wished the time to pass. He wanted to be home so he could walk away from her and enjoy his solitude. She was now getting under his skin in a bad way.
She observed him when he wasn't paying attention to her, and she made him think things that never should cross his mind, the things he did not like.
"Why brought on this conversation now? We were fine yesterday."
"You wanted me to hurt you."
"Didn't you also want that?"
"No, not like you wanted you. You were the man I paid for and when I tied you up, that man..." She shook her head. "Never mind."
"No. Go on." He didn't raise his voice, but his authority rang in the air.
"A part of me does want to hurt you."
He gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"Not because I want to. But because I want to give you what you want. How could I possibly rationalize that kind of action? I've never had the urge to cause someone pain. But with you, I consider things I wouldn't normally consider."
His spine shivered at the thought. "That doesn't make you a bad person."
"But it makes me an insane person."
"So what? We're all a little insane."
She turned her gaze back to the window, dismissing the conversation.
"Hey."
She refused to look at him.
"I'm not going to hurt you, and you can't change my mind."
Seeing her like that, his mind drifted to what happened last night at the beach house.
It was midnight, Paul was about to go to sleep, he was already in his bed when Regina entered his room and without greeting climbed up on his bed. In front of his eyes, her boobs and her ass in the air.
"I want to try something with you."
"I'm listening."
"I want to tie you with ropes." She looked into his eyes and waited for his answer.
He was going to refuse but seeing in her eyes, he saw a desire for dominance that was not going to listen to his no. His cock twitched at that thought. "There may be some in the cupboard."
She opened the cupboard in the room and searched through the contents inside. She pushed past most of the stuff inside that was not necessary such as books and a few old stuffs. Soon she found the ropes down in there.
She came back to the bed and tied his hands with the ropes the headboard of the bed. After tieing him, she started kissing his lips before going below and kissing his chest and then further sliding down until she found his cock resting hard against his stomach.
He started imagining all the hurtful things he had done and thought now she was going to do those to him.
'Maybe she would pour hot wax down my chest and burn the skin. Maybe she would grab my belt and whip me across the chest. Maybe she would cut me.'
All kinds of these thoughts started pouring into his mind, making his cock even more harder.
She looked at his twitching cock and with a seductive smile, started kissing his cock from the tip down to the balls. Her tongue dragged across the large vein throbbing down the side. Then she sucked his balls into her mouth and ran her tongue over the sensitive area.
She lapped at his balls and his cock for few more minutes, making his body tense in longing before taking in all deep inside her mouth. He loved feeling the back of her throat, especially the face she made when she would gag slightly due to the thickness of his cock.
Her saliva covered all over his cock down to the balls and using her hand she smoothened it to make it ready to enter in her. She crawled back up his chest, with her ass still high in the air and she kissed his chest again and felt the muscles under her fingertips.
"What are you going to do now?" He asked fantasizing about those hurtful things he had done to her.
She sat upon him and positioned her body on top of his lap. His cock lay underneath her, hard and throbbing. Her wet pussy rubbed against his cock, ready to penetrate and enter inside her.
"I can do whatever I want."
"Are you planning to hurt me?" Even though he was throbbing with excitement but he kept it inside himself and with a steady and calm voice asked.
"Do you want me to hurt you?" She dragged her nails down his stomach.
"You can try." He did not want to admit but inside him, he was hoping to be slapped across her face as hard as she can. Her in control and domination were the only things he wanted to see.
She rocked her hips slightly, dragging her heat up and down his cock.
"I am going you hard, so hard to make you bleed." She jumped out of the bed and pulled the belt out of his pants.
He tried to pull his hand out of the ropes desperate to touch her. He wanted to grab her hips and thrust his cock inside her in a swift push.
"Don't worry I will not make you suffer as you made me." Saying that she leaned forward until her face was suspended above him. She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss over his lips, and her hair fell over one shoulder, blanketing my chest with softness that smelled like vanilla.
"Try it, since you've never done it, you'll feel differently if you give it a chance."
"I will never do that you."
His heart ached for the confession, but it didn't change his desire. He still wanted her to hurt him brutally, far worse than he hurt her.
"Enough, Now it's my turn." With the force of his legs, he pushed his hips upward.