Obsession

Chapter 15

Fifteen

W hen she entered Bastian’s room she felt a cold weight fall upon her, and a chill bone deep just at her first steps through the door.

She knew it was his room, having followed him there a time or two before. Still, she never was invited in. Always curious of what lies behind that thick wooden door, the pressure to investigate finally outweighed the potential consequences she feared in retaliation from Bastian.

The man in question stood stock still staring at her barely dressed form, only a few steps inside his room.

Uninvited.

He moved so quickly she barely had a chance to gasp much less scream when he slammed her against the wall with his hand around her throat.

Her fear it would seem was not unfounded.

“Well, well.” He chuckled with a grin.

While he held her on her tiptoes against the wall she felt immediate regret in her choice to enter his chambers without asking. While another emotion entirely spread throughout her body.

Lust.

Bastian was wearing nothing but his pants. His body’s only mark of imperfection was a keloid scar over his heart that was about the size of the palm of Ren’s hand.

Her eyes continued to peruse him as he held her at arms length against the wall.

He had tone muscles, long lithe limbs, hard planes of abs for days, and an adonis belt that drew a sharp ‘V’ directly to an obvious bulge behind his zipper.

“I thought my brother was keeping you well entertained, pet.”

Ren couldn’t respond. Bastian’s choke hold had her silenced.

She reached up and grasped both hands around his wrist when she realized she was being choked tighter after his last statement. She also realized that she might like that.

Bastian leaned in and pressed their bodies together against the wall. He still held her off the ground slightly, and didn’t lessen his grip around her throat.

He did, however, take a long deep breath. He trailed his nose from her shoulder to the hair tucked behind her ear.

“I can smell him on you, pet.” He growled in her ear.

Ren knew at that moment that she had been captivated by this man from the very first time he had called her that name. She could feel the thrill of what it meant to be his pet as his grip tightened slightly more to the point where her breathing was labored. Her vision tunneled slightly and a weak moan escaped through her parted lips.

“There she is.”

Bastian released Ren and she fell to a heap on the floor on all fours. As she drew in deep breaths, he stood towering over her.

“You fear me, lust for me…now you will do as I say, pet.”

She leaned back on her haunches and placed her hands on her thighs, palms upwards. Her chin still tucked into herself and her eyes drawn down looking only at the floor in front of her.

“You’re not as naive as I took you for...Look at you. Perfectly submitting to me without having to tell you to do so.”

Ren flashed her eyes up to meet his gaze upon her. She wanted that validation.

“Take my hand, pet.”

She reached up and slid her hand into his calloused grip. Bastian lifted her to her feet and tugged slightly as he turned. She followed behind slightly as he continued his path toward another door in the room.

The door opened as soon as he stepped within a couple of feet of it, similarly to those at a grocery store. The door swung open inward and away from them. A flicker and then the room was illuminated in a mix of red and that eerie purple glow of blacklights.

The entire room was covered wall to wall with every imaginable means of restraint and punishment that you would imagine.

Everything was immaculate, placed just so. Clean and orderly. Not a spot left empty.

Nothing in the room looked as though it had been used before either. Not to Ren’s eyes.

“Welcome to heaven, pet. Though you may deem it hell before I am through with you.”

A flush of goosebumps coursed from the back of her neck down to her legs. Any bit of hair on her body stood at attention. The electric charge in the air buzzing across her skin.

“The only promise I make to you, pet, is that I will not kill you. Do you accept these terms?”

Ren waffled on the spot. She leaned back and forth from foot to foot while she took in all the foreign instruments and the evil glint in the eye of her once captor.

“And if I say no?”

“You’ve already said yes. I can tell by the rise in your heart rate, the dilation of your pupils, and the pheromones that your body released when the lights turned on.”