My New Personal Assistant: Chapter 30 - Ring of fire
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*Matt*
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I came out naked, only that chain around my neck. When I looked at Thomas, I could myself shivering. He stood in the middle of the ring made of burning candles. His feet were bare, and he wore only black suit pants and a black leather belt.
The way he stood in a wide stance with hands in his pockets made his naked chest look even broader.
His hair was also different. They were all out of his face styled back. He looked menacing!
But his eyes were, however, the most memorable. The look he was giving me was demanding and fierce.
Fuck, how much I enjoyed seeing him like this.
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I wanted to say something like, "Candles, how romantic!" But I kept my mouth shut and just smiled at him.
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He looked at me calmly with a smile that sent chills through me. That cruel, devilish smile I loved so much by this point. It urged my body to run, but my dick demanded more with so much intensity that the body could only obey.
"Kneel before me, Matthew."
I came over to him and knelt. Thomas moved behind me, and I felt his hands adjust my back and arms.
Oh no, so we are doing this?... really?
"I will consider you looking at me as your soft limit."
"What's that?"
Thomas walked around. He looked at me and slapped me.
What the heck?
"Master," Thomas said calmly, just as if correcting me on the wrong formula in an excel sheet... seriously?
I took a deep breath. This is ridiculous... "What is a soft limit, Master?"
"Soft limit is something you don't find desirable, but you can compromise on, to some extent. I don't usually work with soft limits, to be honest, but we already established my low expectations for this trial."
Ouch... that wasn't necessary...
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"Since I usually demand high protocol with eyes down at all times, this changes a lot for me. But I will let you look at me and strip you of that right as part of the punishments."
He peered down at me. "Keep those shoulders straight. Next time I will correct you in a less pleasant way."
I adjusted myself.
"Do you know what is a high protocol?"
"Yes, Master. Owen explained that."
"Good. Try to tell me how you understand that, Matthew."
"It's the way a slave is expected to behave. In high protocol, the discipline is held by the highest standards and is rewarded or punished accordingly."
"Fuck, Matthew, you are making me crazy when you talk like this," he growled. I looked at him, absolutely stunned. I never heard him speak in the tone he used just now. He took me by the throat and sucked on my lips in a hungry kiss. I kissed him back, and he let go of me.
"What a good boy."
I smiled.
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"Yeah. I think you understand that well. But I cannot imagine you acting that way for some reason."
"Do you want me to follow the high protocol, Master?"
He pierced me with his eyes. Is that it? I just hoped he would fuck me. I didn't want to get all theoretical and shit. But seeing his arousal, I wanted to make him happy and see whether I could also draw enjoyment from it on some level.
"If I were to hold you to it, Matthew, I would have first to train you. That takes longer than the trial version would allow. I was under the impression that you want to see this world mainly from a sexual perspective."
"I do, but I want to learn about this."
"Why? I can see you react to simple instructions, I know you well enough, and I had enough subs to know that you don't enjoy other parts of BDSM than the sex."
Damn... I hoped I could conceal it better.
"I want to make you happy."
"I don't want you to make me happy based on a lie, Matthew. I had a sub like that, and it broke my heart when I found out the truth."
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We are talking too much... can't we just fuck? I thought. But then I looked at him, realizing I again acted selfishly and tried to act like I was doing it for him. I saw his eyes. He saw right through me. He knew I was just aiming for a specific goal by any means necessary. I wanted him to want me to with no regard for the hurt he might feel if I misled him like that. He is really perceptive.
I exhaled. Fine. "Is there a chance for you to train me and keep my personality at the same time? Because I saw Owen when he talked about you, and I have known him for years. He was stripped of all his character in his sub role."
"Owen was like that when I met him. I have to say that I loved that about him."
"He was like that before?"
"In his sub-persona. Yes. But I again loved that. He was moldable, and we both took great pleasure from that."
"You said you would have to break me in training. Would I become like that?"
"Honestly, I believe it would take a few months and very rigorous training with your temperament, but yes."
I hated that idea.
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"Would you want that, Thomas?" Screw the whole role-play; this was something crucial for me. I needed the truth now. I peered into his eyes. He must've known this was his only chance to get rid of me. And I believed he did know that.
"If anyone ever before you asked me that question, I would say yes without hesitation. I was on top of the world living with Owen. You can't imagine, Matt. I would marry him within a year if I didn't find out about Sam. Owen set a very high bar for all others, and I told myself that I would take a break from men after that."
"Then why me?"
"I seriously don't know, Matt. It drives me crazy, and I honestly hate that. I can't really control it."
I couldn't help but smile. "Would you want me being stripped of my personality like that, Thomas?"
"No."
I exhaled in relief and grinned.
"Then how about we would write our own rules? And I can promise you that I will treat those to the highest protocol, Master." I purred, and his eyes darkened.
"You are either the best or the worst thing that could happen to me, Matt."
"I believe you are the best for me, Thomas."
"Don't say things like that, Matt."
"Why? Cos it brings emotions out of that tough, dominant shell you love so much?"
"Brat."
His chest widened, and he peered at me like that time when he dominated me the first time. Cruel, devious smile. "You wanted to get to know this world, then let me show you a few ways I like to play with brats like you."
Finally! I felt shivers down my spine when he walked around me.
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I turned after him.
"Nonetheless, I will start slow. You may think you could take anything, but I don't want to risk hurting you more than necessary. Head straight."
I looked ahead of me when I felt burning liquid on both my shoulders.
"What the fuck?!"
He poured the entire content of the candle down my back, and I screamed.
"First, watch that language." He came back with two others and dripped wax again on my shoulders.