His Slave

26. On Your Knees

I stare at him in surprise. He wants me to kneel? That's... that's going to take some humility.

"Come on, Erin," he coaxes, waiting for me to give in.

My lips are moving but no words are coming out. Kneel. He wants me to drop to my knees at his feet. I can do this. Maybe.

"I know you want to," James says, taking another predatory step towards me. We're only a few inches apart now.

I nod absently. I definitely don't want to get slapped with another punishment today, cause I'm pretty sure this one will be worse than just getting coffee taken away. And I do want to obey him. God knows I shouldn't want to but I do.

"Do you want to be my good girl?" He asks next.

I stare into those gorgeous violet eyes, nodding again. Yes. I want to be his good girl. I think... I could behave for him.

"Then kneel," he demands, his words dark and sensual. "Before I make you."

Warmth rushes through my core. I drop to my knees, my feet tucked under me. As I do, that same strange feeling wells up inside of me and I realize that it must be my need to submit; the pleasure I get from obeying him. The sensation is intoxicating.

"Good," he says. "Keep your back straight, hands clasped in your lap, head bowed slightly," he instructs and I do as I'm told.

"You are to greet me in this position every day, every time I enter the same room as you. Unless I've told you otherwise you are to kneel at my feet always. Do you understand?" He asks.

"Yes, Master," I reply softly.

He strokes my hair. "Good girl," he praises.

Yes. Call me that.

"Look at me," James commands and I lift my gaze to his. "Do you know why I want you to kneel for me?" He ask.

I think for a moment. "Because kneeling is a sign of complete submission. It's a show of surrender and acceptance of the authority... and... ownership you have over me," I reply, wondering where the fuck that answer came from. I'm even more into this than I thought.

James nods. "That's very good," he says and I think even he's a little surprised by my words.

"Thank you, Master," I reply, remembering his words from last night.

"From now on things are going to be a lot different," he tells me.

I nod obediently, waiting for him to continue.

"The things I'm going to do to you? Some of them might be dangerous, and though I'm good at reading you, slave, nobody knows your body better than you do," he explains.

What is he planning to do to me? The vision of being tied up fills my mind, making my stomach twist into knots.

"So, you're going to have to pick a safe word. Do you know what that is?" He asks.

I shake my head. "Not exactly," I reply softly.

"A safe word is there to protect you. If at any point something is getting to be too much for you, or you think your body can't handle something, you can use that word and I will stop immediately," He explains.

Oh. Right. He's planning on doing those types of things to me. Images of painful and sexual things fill my mind, and what's worse is that I wouldn't mind trying them.

"Okay... what kind of word?" I ask, a little confused.

"Something you can remember easily, and wouldn't say while you're in pain or sexually aroused," he replies easily.