Chapter 01 Beginning of Her Dominance
Smack!
I slapped the sleeping woman hard across the face, leaving a faint pink imprint on her left cheek. Her eyes open instantly, filled with confusion and wide with fear.
"You'll sleep when you're told, slave." I say in a quiet voice. I slap her hard again, across her right cheek this time, leaving another pink imprint. "And you'll never look at me unless I tell you to." She averts her gaze instantly. Good. I like the smart ones. They learn the fastest.
The woman with her arms chained tightly to the wall behind her is a rare beauty, one of only a handful that I have managed to find during my admittedly short lifetime. She was maybe five foot ten, one hundred and thirty pounds, with long dark red hair that flowed to her waist, and deep green eyes that set my loins on fire. Her pale white complexion marred only by the light splattering of freckles that accentuated her beauty rather than detracting from it. Long lithe legs that seemed to go on for ever, but ended in a full, but not overly large round ass and pleasantly wide childbearing hips (which was a needy plus since she would be giving me my legitimate children sometime in the very near future).
Her stomach was flat and toned, yet soft and smooth, not an extra ounce of flab to be seen anywhere, and her waist was narrow, giving her body the classic hourglass shape that most men love, myself included. Her breasts were large and full and firm, resting high on her chest, not drooping a bit despite her advanced age of twenty-seven. Her nipples were thick and long and pink, and I hoped as juicy and tasty as they looked. They pointed slightly upwards as if made for me to suck on them.
Her arms were long and slim, delicate almost, though you could tell they some power because of the slight muscle definition seen beneath her taut skin. I could tell that she was used to working out, if only to keep in shape. Her lack of muscle development showed that she was into series weight lifting, but perhaps palates. Her entire frame seemed to barely contain an overabundance of energy suggesting that she had a high metaboliziem and liked to move a lot. Which is good, because I intend to exhaust her daily.
I had to be careful, though, and not let my guard down. From what I learned of her before I took her, she was a cop (still is according to the police and media who are both looking for her at this very moment), and a good one to. Had to be when most of her arrests were guys who out weighed her by fifty plus pounds. But I don't have many worries in that department. I'm ex military myself, and was pretty good until I was forced to resign to take care of my little sister and her cousin two years past.
I continued to look at her, making sure she understood her place at my feet was not going to be a temporary thing in her life. "From now on, you have no name. You will be called Slave of Servant, just like the others around here." Her eyes shot up to my face, and I promptly smacked her hard again. "Last time I tell you, slave. Do not look at me unless I tell you to." Her eyes once again averted, I continued.
