Zendaya tensed immediately when she heard his voice and felt his hot breath at the nape of her neck.
"Did you wear that collar just for me?" he asked.
She felt her pulse race, her breathing tense and her body stiffen. How had he found her? Zendaya then felt his hands caressing her thighs. The dress she wore covered most of her body, leaving only her smallish breasts on display.
Zendaya gulped as she felt sweat begin to form on her brow.
"I asked you a question." He stated, expecting her to answer quickly.
"N-no master, I didn't even know you were here." Zendaya said, calling him by the name she had come to know him as ever since he came into her life.
No matter how successful she was in acting or fashion, no matter how the public saw her in interviews or on television, she was just this man's slave behind closed doors. She didn't even know his real name. Zendaya felt his breath on her neck again, she hoped no one could see how nervous she really was.
"Do you have plans tonight, my little slut?" He said. She tensed up again, she hated the way he treated her, but she always felt too weak to fight back to him. Like in some way she enjoyed the treatment he was giving her. Zendaya shook those thoughts out of her head immediately.
"Yes m-master. I'm going out with my publicist and-" he put up his hand to stop her. She fell silent instantly.
"Cancel your plans, you are spending tonight with me." He said, his confidence annoyed her. She spun around to look at him, his features made her wet almost instantly.
"Master, I have to-"
"Do I need to repeat myself?" He interrupted. Zendaya looked around before lowering her head.
"No master." Zendaya said, her will defeated. He smiled.
"Good, Roosevelt Hotel, Room 1040, 10pm..." He started to walk away but then turned back to her "...and change out of that ugly dress and into something more of what I would like."
He continued to walk away, Zendaya doubted he heard her mumble a "yes master".
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She was right on time she noticed as she approached his hotel room. She got many looks from hotel staff and guests from what she was wearing but as well known as she was in Hollywood many just brushed it off as another outlandish outfit she wore to look good in the papers.
'If they only knew' Zendaya thought to herself as she steadied her body and mind for what was about to come.
She knocked on his door.
No response.
Zendaya expected this, he loved making her wait outside his room or home dressed in a slutty outfit just so others would stare at her, she chocked back a sob as she realized this was indeed turning her on. As she was about to knock again he opened the door looking her over.
She looked up at him again, his gaze making her feel so small. She fidgeted with her outfit.
"D-do you like it?" She asked, feeling like a schoolgirl talking to her crush.
"It's passable." He said turning into the room. Zendaya's jaw dropped. 'Passable? The nerve.'
Zendaya walked into the room intending to give him a piece of her mind, she slammed the door which made him stop and turn her to her with a look of amusement on his face.
"Listen here you sonofabitch, I picked out this outfit for you because you called my dress ugly which is the latest in a long string of degredation and humiliation I've had to go through ever since we started seeing each other. Well I'm tired of it, you cannot treat me this way anymore and-" He held up his hand in the middle of her tirade stopping her instantly.
Zendaya immediately cringed at what she had just done, she had submitted to another one of his whims yet again. He saw this expression and chuckled.
