Scarlett's Temptation (9 page)

"But Sir, it's too much," she didn't like arguing with him, but this was way over the top.  Biting her lip nervously, she lowered her eyes not liking the idea that she was making him angry.

"This discussion is over Scarlett, you will take the car and drive home now because if you don't I'm going to be late and your sexy little ass will be burning instead of enjoying my gift."  He grabbed her hand, turned her palm over and put the keys in her hand before closing her fingers around them.  "I'll have the paperwork signed over to you during the day."

She couldn't speak as his overwhelming dominate side took over.  Her mouth had gone completely dry and as he opened the door, she slid inside the soft buttery leather seat, shocked at how quickly he had turned into Neanderthal cave man.

"Drive safely Scarlett, no speeding tickets," his eyes were cold as he shut the door.

She didn't like this side of him at all and shakily put the keys into the ignition, turned it over and slowly backed out of the garage.  She honestly didn't want the car because it felt like too much, but she also was afraid to talk with him about it anymore after how he had turned into caveman Rhett when she argued. 

As she drove home she had to admit this was the most incredible car she'd ever ridden in, but there was still
a overwhelming sense of 'what the hell have I gotten myself into' from his attitude she was trying to deal with.  She had to fully concentrate on her speed as she drove because this car had the ability to fly, she discovered with just the slightest touch of her toe on the gas. 

When she finally pulled onto the campus she got more than a few admiring looks from the guys walking around.  When she got out, she quickly hit the button for the alarm, hoping no one would steal it.  Moving inside the building and then up to her room, she sat down on the small couch trying to come to grips with the strange end of the morning.  Without hesitation she called Janie and asked her to come over.

chapter Seven

Rebuff

"He bought you a sports car?" Janie grinned as she sat down at the kitchen island sipping coffee.

"It's not about the car Janie, which is worth more than most of my student loans I think, it's how he acted when I didn't want to take it."  She paced the small kitchen, feeling more than a little over her head at the moment.

"Honey, Rhett is a control freak, hence dominant, of course he wanted you to take it without question."  Janie laughed at her friends overwhelmed expression.  She had a lot to learn about Dom's.

"I feel like he's buying me off Janie," she shuddered and stopped pacing long enough to brace her hands against the island and lowered her head miserably.

"Do you know how many girls would give anything to have some guy take care of them this way?"  She was at a loss to understand why her best friend was freaking out this way.  Rhett was loaded, it wasn't like the car was going to cause him to go without a meal.

"I'm not other girls Janie, and I don't like the idea of feeling like he's paying me to be with him."  She couldn't explain why she was feeling all emotional at the moment.

"I doubt seriously he sees it that way at all Scarlett, he's a very generous man and toys like that, well it just doesn't mean as much to him as it does to you."  She shook her head.  Most girls would be kissing the guys feet for doing something so nice.

She started to weaken in her resolve.  "Maybe it is just a difference of status thing, a gift like that just blows me away."  Taking a deep breath she tried to calm the part of her mind that screamed how wrong this was.

"Trust me on this Scarlett, let him pamper you if he wants too.  It's not going to hurt his bank account and fighting over something this stupid, it's really not worth it."  She knew just how intense Rhett could be when he wanted something, but as intense as he could be he also enjoyed pampering his pets.

She doubted Janie could understand where she was coming from on this issue.  Her entire life, she'd been spoiled and given material things, so it came naturally to her.  That gave her a little relief, because thinking about it she had to assume Rhett had been raised in the same way and didn't understand how the rest of the world lived.  "I'm sure you're right Janie, I was just overwhelmed.

"Good, now let's go take a spin in your new car."  As far as Janie was concerned this conversation was over.  Scarlett understood that Rhett enjoyed giving her things, and she should be happy and accept them.

They drove around until Scarlett had to get ready for work and Scarlett tried to force herself to keep a smile on her face.  The car was incredible, there was no denying that, she just hoped it would stop pricking her conscious that he'd given her something so valuable.

She spent the eight hour shift at work in somewhat of a daze and when she finally made it back home to get ready for her time with Rhett, she was a little calmer.  She borrowed a dress from Janie for the night and when she finally made it to his mansion, her mind was consumed with what he would do to her tonight and the car was pushed back in her thoughts.

The butler escorted her to the door that led to the dungeon and told her Rhett would be with momentarily.  Remembering his instructions she walked into the changing room to undress.  She was trembling nervously as she walked back into the room and knelt awkwardly where he'd told her to wait.  She had no idea if she was doing this kneeling thing right, but he'd told her last night he didn't expect her to know yet.

When he walked in the room still dressed in his suit, her breath caught in her throat. He looked so formidable and sexy.  Even though she was embarrassed to be completely naked and kneeling, she was also incredibly turned on.

He didn't speak at all for a few minutes, just walked around her slowly, enjoying the sight of her beautiful
body.  "I like seeing you this way," he was all business as one hand went to her stomach and the other to her back, straightening her posture. Lifting her chin so her head was up he spoke in a curt command, "Eyes lowered."  His large hands rested on the inside of her thighs and he pushed them apart.  "Keep your legs open like this so I can't touch what is mine."

He pushed her hair back over her shoulder so his eyes could feast on her breasts.  "That is how I want you," his hand cupped one of her breasts, enjoying the slight weight and the fact that her nipple tightened instantly.  "Tonight sweet girl, I'm going to film you and show you how beautiful you look when you submit to me."

She took a quick intake of breath at his confession, not sure at all how she felt about having her body on display with a recording.  "Sir?" She whispered softly, not sure if she was supposed to be talking or not.

"I'll allow you to talk this time Scarlett, but understand it's only because you are new to this.  In the future, unless you plan on using your safe words you don't speak without my permission.  Now what questions are in that sexy little
mind of yours?"

He was in complete caveman mode, she noted before speaking hesitantly.  "Will anyone else see this tape, Sir?" It was one thing to be here with him like this, a whole different can of worms if other people were going to be gawking at her naked body.

He chuckled at her question.  "Baby unless I personally invite someone in on our time together, you can be assured I won't be sharing you with anyone." 

For a moment she felt completely relieved, and then the rest of his statement threw her for a loop.  Would he be asking someone else to join them?  She'd never thought about that being an option and she felt her body tremble.  "You would invite someone in with us, Sir?" she knew he didn't give her permission to speak, but this was vital information, she thought to herself.

"Enough Scarlett, if I chose to do that, then it would happen but you still have your safety nets in place so this discussion is over are we clear?"

Excuse me for breathing, she thought angrily, not liking his high handed attitude at all.  "Aye, Aye Sir," she retorted bitchily.

"I can see someone took their smart ass pill before coming over tonight, it seems we need a little attitude adjustment before we begin."  He was fighting back a laugh at her attitude, and knew in all honestly he was being a little unfair.  She had no idea what he would or wouldn't do, because she hadn't experienced this lifestyle before.  Still it behooved him to show her who was in control here.  Allowing her to continue the behavior would only make her think it was acceptable.

"Stand up girl," he didn't wait for her to comply.  His hand fisted in her hair without much gentleness and tugged upward until she stood.

A tremor of fear moved through her, and she knew that she had overstepped some invisible boundary with him.  She could run like a scared child or accept whatever he was about to dish out, she thought nervously as he led her with his hand in her hair over to some strange gymnastic-like vault thing.  Firming her resolve she decided whatever he did, she could deal with it.  The thought made her feel unreasonably cocky and she smirked.

He didn't miss the look on her face and hid his own smile as he thought how easily he could break her if he chose to.  "Since my girl obviously has issues controlling her mouth, I think she needs to understand what happens to naughty little girls who don't do what they're told."  He almost chuckled at how her body tensed at his reference to her being a child. Fortunately for her cute little ass, she kept her mouth shut.

"Lean over the bench girl," he watched as she struggled to lay over the angled leather bench.  It forced her heart-shaped ass up in the air and left her lower body leaning downward.  "You'll feel two small handlebars by your hands, find them."  He waited until she grabbed the small bars.  "Nice view from this angle sweetheart," he chuckled, "now don't move, or this is going to be much worse on you."

He walked over to his closet and pulled out a riding crop and leather paddle, not sure which he would use, maybe both depending on how she responded.  Making his way back over to her, he dropped them both at his feet and his hands went to her firm ass and massaged.  He spoke in low tones with a firm voice, "This isn't for fun little girl, I don't like you back talking me and when we're done here I expect you to remember the lesson."  He continued kneading her flesh.  "Tell me your safe words, Scarlett."  He wanted to make sure she understood she could stop this if it became overwhelming.

His little speech had her quaking in fear and it took her over stimulated mind a few seconds to remember. "Yellow and Red, Sir," she spoke in a soft whisper, afraid now at what he was about to do.

"Good girl," he reached down and picked up the leather paddle and rubbed it in small circles over her butt cheeks for a few seconds before lifting and coming down hard.

She cried out at the unexpected pain, and gripped the bars tighter.  This definitely wasn't a feeling she enjoyed, she thought as her ass throbbed.

"Are you going to open that pretty little mouth to me like that again little girl?" Bringing down the paddle on her other cheek, enjoying the red splash of color on her pale ass, he waited for her to speak.

"N-no, S-sir," she whimpered her backside was definitely throbbing now and she tensed waiting for the hated thing to land again.

"I'm sure you won't," he brought the paddle down again and again in increasing intensity until her beautiful ass was colored with a slight red blush.  He enjoyed the sight and was impressed that she hadn't used her words yet.  His hands massaged lightly over her flesh, noting how she tensed and deciding he'd gone far enough for one night.  She was much more resilient than he'd initially thought, and it pleased him intensely.

She was sobbing uncontrollably at the burning pain, but she refused to let him win tonight.  She knew it was childish, but it was her ass and he had bruised her ego with his attitude.  That had hurt a hell of a lot more than her butt at the moment.  Then she rethought that, maybe it was an equal thing. 

"Do you need me to remind you more Scarlett," he was ready to end this now but she needed to be the one that broke here.

"That you are being irrational Sir, no I don't need reminding of that," she was past ready to stop this agony, but her mind wasn't ready to concede victory yet.  She didn't like the fact that he'd brought her to tears, and burning ass or not, she was not backing down.  She hadn't done anything wrong as far as she was concerned.

Her response blew his mind and his mouth opened slightly as he tried to regroup.  He had expected her to beg him to stop and knew she'd have a hard time sitting down tomorrow if he continued.  His little girl was a hard case he bit back a smile and decided to change tactics.  "
Well I guess we'll just have to focus your mind on who's truly being irrational little girl, don't move!"

Walking over to his closet he pulled out a video camera and tripod.  He had stationary camera's set up in the dungeon but those just wouldn't do tonight.  He wanted close-ups of her face and moved the camera in front of her so it would pick up her body and face and isolate most of the room out.  "I want you to have this little tape I'm making girl, so the next time you think to deny me you'll think twice."

He wasn't about to paddle her anymore, he knew her tender flesh couldn't take much more without breaking down.  There were other ways to punish, ones that would be more mental than physical and he doubted seriously it would take long to have her demanding he stop.  He pushed record before walking over to his special closet and pulling out a few things and carrying them back over.