You Are Mine

Yes Master

Nicole

They turned to me sharply as I walked inside the office. I wore my angriest look on my face and between both of them, I could not tell who was more shocked. Although the mysterious woman had a more mocking shock. I could almost hear the words inside her head—"who the f**k is this little b***h?" Well, I'm about to show you. 

"Are you dumb too or do not just understand simple plain English?" I dropped the tray on the table and slapped her hand away from Adrian's shoulder. 

"What the hell?" she stared at me in utter shock or disgust, could not care less. "Who are you?" 

"No sweetheart, I think the better question is who are you, and why do you have your hands all over my husband?" I shot back with a scornful glare. 

"Nicole this is not what you think it is," Adrian made his first attempt at explaining, but I was too pissed to hear any of it. 

"Keep that bullshit for later, for now, I want her out." I folded my hand across my chest. "This f*****g minute." 

"Detective Kenan was on her way out already," Adrian said and gave a sharp look. 

"We were talking about something," she protested in a seductive voice that made me just want to slap her right across the face, "you are not just going to throw me out for her," she eyed me. 

Okay, heavens now I need the strength you give because I am so running out of patience. 

"Maybe I missed something in my introduction," I said with fake sweetness, "Me, right here. His wife. Nicole Peters Davonte."

"Adrian what is she talking about?" she stuttered with a hint of hurt. 

"You heard her right Kenan, that's my wife." Adrian said confidently, "now avoid any further embarrassments and please leave." 

"W-what....how...when? That's not even possible." she stuttered. 

"I'm sure Adrian would love to send you our marriage certificate later," I smiled ruefully letting a fit of strange jealousy take over me. I turned around the table and plopped down on Adrian's lap. 

"I cannot believe you right now," she huffed and snatched her bag from the table, ready to go to the door, but Adrian called her back. 

"I think you are forgetting something," he raised what he was signing on his desk earlier. It turned out to be a 10 million dollar check. 

"You do not think I would help you after this humiliation do you?" she said angrily, and I felt Adrian stiffen.

"Are you threatening me Detective or would you like to know what a real threat feel s like?" he said through gritted teeth. 

She gave me a long scornful look, before walking back to the table. Adrain signed the check and stretched it out to her. "I expect to hear some good news in a few hours." his deep voice boomed through the room. 

"It would take more than that," 

"And that is why I am paying double. Don't f**k with me, Kenan. In two hours, I want every record of that man off the face of this planet." 

"Of course," she did a small bow that made her exposed breasts fall forward in his face, before stomping out to the door. 

I let out a deep sigh of relief the moment she walked out. "What the hell was that about Nicole?" Adrian growled the moment she walked out. 

"What?" I asked innocently. "I should be asking you that. Why the hell Detective buttface was all over you like a desperate slut." I could feel my anger rise with each word I spat.

"Detective buttface?" he asked, somehow finding the strength to be amused, " Yes," I shot back, "she had her make-up done all wrong and it reminded me of a monkey's butt."

"That's harsh," he chuckled. 

"I think I have every right to be harsh right now," I yelled and got to my feet. "You cannot take it if I tell my best friend I love him, but you think it's okay if every b***h walks in here and does all sorts of bull with you. First, it was Clarissa or Clara or whatever the f**k her name was, and now this. If you are going to keep me locked up in here like your imprisoned wife, the least you can do is be loyal to me," I screamed. 

"I do not like the insinuation you're making right now Nicole," he got to his feet too, reminding me just how small I stood compared to him. 

"Right now I do not give two fucks." my voice was much higher than his right now, and in my anger, I had quickly forgotten what the implication would be. 

"Would you at least let me explain to you who she was?" 

"No, I do not care." Now I knew it was the anger in me speaking, or maybe just the frustration from last night, "if you're going to f**k her and pay her off for it, at least respect me enough to not do it right in the same house as me." the first streak of tear rolled down, but I did not get the chance to brush it away before he was lifting me off the ground. 

I screamed and fought against his hold but that did nothing to stop him. There was a hazy movement down the hallway but I could not tell where we were going thanks to my tears blurred eyes. "Leave me alone Adrian," I cried and kicked and yelled. 

I felt almost small and insignificant in his arms, and I had decided to give up and follow his lead when a familiar flight of stirs came into my blurred vision. He was going down to the basement. 

Oh f**k. 

"Please let go of me," I screamed and fought harder, trying to leave his strong grip. "I'm sorry Adrian," I begged, as he paused to unlock the door to the room I dreaded most. "Please don't bring me back here, I'm begging you," 

"I've been the one begging," he growled and pushed the door open. "I do not enjoy punishing you but you seem to need a reminder of who your master is more often than not." 

"Please Adrian, I remember now." 

He walked to the end of the wall before dropping me to my feet. "I doubt that you cannot even remember what you are supposed to call me in here," 

"Let me go," I fought to free my hand from his grip with my feet on the ground, but he was impossibly strong. How did one human get to possess such strength? 

"That's okay," he growled and pushed me against the large X on the wall. "We will fix that right now." 

"I said I'm sorry," I pleaded, but he would not have any of that. He took the hand in his grip and strapped it to one of the leather cuffs on the X. In a flash, he had me strapped to the wall wrists and ankles. My weight was fully supported by the wall, as my leg was not even touching the ground. 

I watched him with tear-filled eyes as he walked to the cabinet and took out the pair of scissors. "I have been trying to get you to understand me since our argument last night, but since you will not even give me a chance, I will speak the way I know how to speak best." he held the scissors up and cut out every piece of fabric on my skin, leaving me bare and exposed to him. 

"I was just upset, I'm sorry," I whispered as the coldness of the room hit my skin. Why the f**k was it this cold down here. 

"Just saying sorry is not going to cut it short Nicole. we both have a temper, but you are my sub so you are obligated to have better control of it." he grabbed my hair up and yanked my face closer to his, "I'll ask the questions, and you would answer. Is that clear?" 

I was silent, too hurt to speak. He yanked my hair tighter, making me force the words out, "yes master." 

"See how quickly we're getting somewhere?" he smashed his lips into mine so hard he drew blood, but that did not stop him as he coaxed my mouth open forcing me to return his forceful kiss. Unlike his other kisses recently, there was nothing soft or tender about this one, it was punishing and controlling, nothing more. 

I was near breathless when he pulled back. He smirked and brushed his thumb over my lips. "Who am I Nicole?" he asked in a low but disturbing tone. 

"My master," I whispered. The words felt foreign on my lips, but I unwilling to piss him off further. 

He released my hair and walked back to get a pair of weirdly shaped clamps with chains hanging from them and joining them together. "What are those?" I asked when he came back to me. 

"If you keep asking questions I might just gag you," he said in a harsh tone. His eyes lingered on my n*****s that were now hardened to peaks thanks to the chilly temperature in the room. "Push your chest forward for me Nicole," he ordered. 

"Why are you doing this?" I muttered, feeling a new sense of sadness wash over me. 

"Because you have been very defiant lately, and you need to get back on track, also that was a question so that's one more hour ith our friendly n****e clamps here. Now push your chest forward Nicole."

More tears rolled down my cheeks, but I obeyed anyway. I had easily forgotten how cruel he could be. I pushed forward as much as the restraints would let me, and he smiled in return. 

"Soon you'll learn to present your breasts properly to me." He leaned down and took each n****e in his mouth one after the other sending a chilly feeling through me that had nothing to do with the cold. But that ani=ticiption was short-lived as he lifted one of the n****e clamps and slid the ring down over one by one. 

I almost screamed out when he adjusted the tension to the tightest. "f**k," I cried, "why is it so painful," 

"Another question," he chuckled humorlessly and gave the other n****e the same treatment.

"Am I just supposed to stand by and let you torture me without a word?" I sobbed at the overwhelming pain. 

"You are to enjoy it," 

fucking psycho.

"Now," he walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of bourbon, "let's start with the rules. I had given you a clear set of rules on the first day, and I assume you still remember them because for each rule you have broken, that's two more hours that you have to wear those," 

"Two hours?!" I yelled. 

"Yes, you know what to say if you want me to stop." he took a swig and walked back to me, glass in hand. "Rule number one?" 

I chewed on my lip, trying and failing woefully at holding back my tears. Now I was reminded why I hated him. "To call you master while we are down here," I managed to say. 

"Good, I will pardon you for disobeying that one, because you were unsettled for the first few minutes." he took another sip, "the second?" 

I licked my lips trying to concentrate on anything else that was not the excruciating pain in my n*****s. He must have taken it for defiance and he picked up the chain connecting the clamps and tugged them harshly. This time I could not hold back my scream. "When I ask a f*****g question, you answer. The second?' 

"My punishment increases if I fight you," I sobbed. 

"Do you think you broke that one?" he asked in a much too calm voice. 

"Yes, master," I whispered. 

"Good girl, now the third?" 

"To obey everything you say." 

"Now how hard is that to do?" he asked, dangling the chain in his hands and sending more pain shooting through me. 

"I did not disobey you," I shot back angrily, "I only wanted to know why she was in your office." 

He yanked the chain harder, this time making a grip around it and pulling my delicate flesh to him. "Oh God that hurts Adrian. Stop it please," I cried and pleaded. 

He scoffed, "Adrian?" 

"You will punish me regardless of what I call you, so yes Adrian," I screamed. 

"Okay," he said simply and released the chain, giving me a feat of hope which he snatched back when he tightened both of the clamps to a new tension and picked up the chain again. This time he pulled so hard, my n*****s felt like they would cut out from the pressure. 

"Now," he said and took another sip of his drink, "where were we?" 

"I'm sorry master," I managed to breathe. 

He smirked, "that's more like it. So how long do you think you should be punished today?" 

I knew it was a trick question. No matter how long I told him, he would still do whatever he wanted. "As long as you deem fit master." I choked, unable to form real words with the pain on my n*****s. 

That earned me a small smile, and he released his grip on the chain. "You're learning fast today," he captured my lips in his again and kissed me roughly, swallowing all my small whimpers and sobs. 

"Now let us get to the first reason I'm punishing you." he dropped his drink on the nearby stand and cupped my cheeks, forcing me to look at him. "Last night you completely misunderstood me."

"Then explain it to me master" I whimpered. 

"Yes I did bring you here for all of those reasons you think, but I also brought you here because I wanted to protect you." 

"From what?" 

"I told you what Ricco is capable of last night. Unless you're mine I cannot protect you and Ricco would have definitely killed you that night I have not an inkling of doubt about that." He brushed his thumb over my lips, "You are mine now, and it is my sole duty to protect you from him or anyone else. The only person allowed to touch you is me, is that clear?" 

"Yes master," I nodded and my hair fell over my face. He brushed it back and wiped the streaks of tears on my face.

"Now on to detective Kenan. A man was killed at the mall Nicole, I had to handle that," he explained. 

"She did not have to come here for that," I said in a small tone, "do you even know how it made me feel to see her all over you like that?" I sobbed softly, "and you did not even do anything to push her away."

He stepped closer and held my chin up forcefully. "It makes me glad to see you express even the smallest hint of jealousy over something so small, but you do not have any reason to. I did not push her away because I did not have to Nicole." his fingers trailed down to my spread thighs, "If I have not made the fact clear, I only want one woman's hands on my body, I only want to feel one person's touch, only one person has my c**k throbbing since I met her, and that one person is you, Nicole."

"I know you aren't ready to go there yet, but I will f**k you eventually," he trailed his hand higher to my clenched and slick s*x for emphasis. "and until that day I will be loyal t you Nicole—even after." he pushed a finger inside my c**t earning a sharp gasp. 

Oh my God

 "I want you, and you can deny it all you want but your entire body wants me too, but you have to give me that innocence or we will both continue to torture ourselves. And I will inform you that I have years of restraint and control, you will break first if you decide to play that game." 

He flicked his finger lazily inside me, making me whimper at the strange yet very welcome sensation. "everything about you belongs to me Nicole, you are mine and so is your entire being. Your pleasure is mine to give, your orgasmic cries are mine to take," he increased the pressure of his fingers, and now I was shamelessly writhing and trying to move against his fingers. 

"Is that clear?" he asked and plunged another finger inside me, adding to the lot. 

"Yes master," I moaned. Later I would have time to beat myself up about how I turned into a pile of goo in front of a man I was meant to hate.  

"Good girl," he praised and continued his slow torture. I bit my lip and threw my head back, suddenly all of the pain on my n*****s no longer mattered. The only thing that came into view in my hazed brain was his fingers, his spicy scent, his groans as he plunged into my now dripping s*x. 

"Look at me," he commanded and held my neck back, making me snap my eyes back open. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked with a smirk, as he increased his pace. 

"Please no master," I said between harsh breaths. I felt completely helpless to his fingers, and it did not help that I was completely spread out to him, and strapped to the wall. 

He pulled his fingers back abruptly and smiled as I scrunched my face up in disappointment. "You have to earn it Kitten, and your behavior today is not exactly encouraging." 

"Please," I whispered. 

"You have the power on your lips," he smirked, "you can either end this now or beg me to give you what you want. It's all you." 

fucking asshole. He knew I was not going to do either. When I said nothing, he snorted lightly. "Still so defiant. Well, let's see how headstrong you still are in the next few minutes." 

He held the chain up and brought it to my lips, "open up," he ordered. My lips parted open, and he shoved the chain inside. "You will pull this up and inflict the pain on yourself, while you watch me jerk off right here in front of you." 

"What?" I blurted in shock. "why would I even want to do that to myself?" 

He did not say a word, instead, he stepped back, revealing the thick bulge in his pants. He took his phone from his pocket. I did not need to hear the call to know what he was going to do. 

The person he called answered on the first ring. "Do you still have eyes on my little parcel?" he asked, eyes focused on me. The person must have answered affirmatively, because he smiled and said, "Good. if I have to call again, you know what to do." 

He had the smuggest grin on his face when he tossed the phone on the bed beside us. I could not help the way my eyes flicked to his bulging erection, his pants did nothing to hide how big he was. His lustful gaze roamed all over my face, as he grabbed a nearby chair and took his seat. "Now, are you ready for our little game?" he growled knowing he had me exactly where he wanted me, he always did. 

I let out a defeated sigh and said, "yes master."