One minute I was a girl new to the city and out for Chinese. The next I was fighting for my life. Just when I thought I was about to become another statistic, Kristophe Maximillian Cross burst into the alley and saved me by killing my attacker. Without ever physically touching him to do it.
"Your choices are limited. Stay here and face the authorities. Come with me and you agree to obey me. Which do you choose?"
I should've been afraid of this gorgeous stranger dressed in a suit, especially because of his eyes. Blacker than black they proved he wasn't human, even though his perfect face was everything I could ever want in a man. Regardless, Kristophe risked exposure to save me and maybe that's why I followed him home.
Immensely wealthy and handsome beyond compare, Kristophe made it clear I belonged to him and he expected perfect obedience from his newfound pet. That first night he fed me, spoiled me with attention, and uncovered my submissive nature with one word: Master.
Obedience got fiery kisses and touches that left me begging for more. Disobedience got punishment. And I experienced it all in just a day.
It was one day in my life, but it was 'the' day when I fully became my Master's pet and he became my greatest love...
NOTE: This is a 28,000 word novella (approximately 94 pages).
“Come here.” He pointed to the spot next to him. When I didn’t move he growled, “Now.”
That worked in making me bend to his will. Cautious, I scooted over. His cool hand cupped my chin, tightening when I tried to draw away.
“Don’t ever lie to me, pet. Not only is it futile, it is one of the few things that draws my anger. I say this for your benefit—don’t make me angry.”
My heart thudded hard. His stare flickered, showing me the ebony hiding beneath the human orbs.
“What exactly are you?”
Maybe he was a demon like on all those TV shows? The black eyes definitely supported it. Or a robot? Logic seemed to be his go-to way of being and talking. No, scratch that. He was too warm to be a robot. Unless he was some kind of government project that escaped. Although I’d never read about A.I. being this advanced, anything was possible.
He smirked again. “You’ll learn soon enough. For now I’m Master to you in all things and especially when you’re in my bed—but only if you’ve been a good girl.”
A blush flamed across my cheeks and throat. Master? In his bed? Good girl? While certainly no virgin, I could count on one hand the amount of partners I’d had. None of them were ever so presumptuous to assume out loud I would grace his bed sheets.
Yet, his presumptuous wasn’t the same. It was a fact. Non-negotiable. We both knew it.