disobedient she is. Even if she refuses every order, which I imagine will happen at some point. Hell, I fully expect her to try to kill me at some point, too. Even the best submissives refuse their positions at times. And she’s being forced into this, so I wouldn’t blame her if she did. There’s no reason for me to deliver physical punishment unless I’d like to prep her for pleasure. Which I can’t fucking wait to do.
I imagine it’ll be her mouth that makes me blister her ass red. My dick jumps in my pants at the thought of watching her ass turn a beautiful shade as my palm smacks against her pale skin.
Equally as important as punishment is reward.
Although I’ll always feed her, some kinds of food are definitely a reward. This won’t be one of them. But it needs to be good. She didn’t eat dinner, so I know she must be hungry. It’s far past breakfast, so a light brunch it is.
I looked up her credit card history and I know what she likes to eat. I’ve taken everything she does into consideration. I know everything about her. I’ve spent every day for nearly a month studying her habits and learning how best I can meet her needs and reward her. I also needed time to get the rooms together and decide on the best way to go about everything in between taking care of the other hits. I’ve fantasized about this day since I got the approval from the mob bosses. But I never imagined I’d get this fucking rush of adrenaline.
One thing I hadn’t decided was what her first meal should be.
Although she’s not too picky, I don’t want it to be mediocre. However, I can’t spoil her just yet, so I decide on fresh ahi tuna. It's something that will be simple to feed her. I smile as I realize I’m going to feed my kitten tuna. A rough chuckle rumbles through my chest. I’m sure she won’t find humor in that, but I sure as fuck do.
I grab the tuna tartare from the fridge. It’s fresh. I bought it just for her since it’s one of her favorites. I’ll give it to her now even though it’s certainly on the reward side of food. She needs to know I’ll treat her well and give her what she likes so long as she obeys. She’ll probably throw it in my face or on the ground, but I’m prepared for that to happen. And then she’ll have to settle for something less appealing when I serve her dinner.
If she’s a good girl, I’ll move her into her room. I don’t think she’ll react well to being kept and told to obey, but the thought makes my dick press even harder against my zipper. I’m dying for her to disobey me, but there’s a very real possibility that it’ll take a long time to convince her that she should listen to me. I can’t get carried away with my excitement. I have to be patient. I have to give her every reason I can to submit to me willingly.
She will though. I’m certain of it. I know this turns her on as much as it does me. It’s what sealed her fate. We both have this fantasy, and I’d be a fucking idiot to let it pass us by. That’s why I watched her for so long. I needed to make sure this is really what I wanted. And it is. She's exactly who I want. Everything she does is perfect. She's a natural submissive.
I pull back the plastic wrap holding the delicately pressed chunks together, and place the stack neatly in the center of a ceramic plate. It looks delicious. I grab the accompanying plastic container of sauce and put it on the dish. She’ll enjoy this...if she eats it. I thought about using a plastic plate, but I want the dish to be breakable. I want her to think about smashing it and using it against me. Fuck, in all honesty, I hope she tries. That way I can show her how useless her struggle would be. It feeds into my need to train her to be submissive to me. Maybe it’s wrong of me to tease her like that and to dare her to disobey me, but I don’t give a fuck.
Right now I just need to get her to agree and follow a simple command. To eat.
I have to adjust my