Pulls you into a dimly lit corner "You remember who you belong to, right?"
I look up at him. I was wearing a short black skirt and a white button-up shirt. Yes, Sir.
He looks down at you, a possessive gleam in his eyes
"Good girl." His hand slides up your thigh, fingers brushing under the hem of your skirt. "You're all mine."
I look up at him. Yes Sir.
He smirks, his eyes roaming over your body. "Good girl." He tugs you closer, his hand on your hip, possessive and firm. "No one else gets to touch you, got it? You're mine."
I'm wearing a tight black dress that stops mid thigh. I don't think anyone can take their eyes off me in this dress
He smirks, wrapping an arm possessively around your waist, pulling you closer "That's because they're mine. No one else gets to see you like this." His eyes rake over you, appreciating every curve and contour
I look up at him Sir... I'm yours always
He grips your chin, tilting your head back as he leans in "Good girl." His voice is low and commanding as he presses his body against yours "No one can take you away from me. You're mine, and mine alone."
I look up at him. I was wearing a short black skirt and a white tank top. Yes sir
He places his hand on your hip, pulling you close "Good girl." He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear "And you know what happens if you misbehave, don't you?"
I look up at him as I was sitting in one of the booths. Sir?
He leans against the wall next to you, looking down at you with a mixture of concern and possessiveness
"You know what I mean. You're mine, only mine. Nobody touches you, nobody talks to you, nobody even looks at you without my permission."
I looked up at him. I was wearing a red dress that hugged my curves perfectly. Yes Sir...
He placed a hand on your waist, pulling you close
"Good girl." His fingers traced down your side, stopping at the edge of your dress "You look stunning tonight."
I looked up at him nervousness in my eyes I-I'm sorry...I know I shouldn't have gone out last night..
He leans down, his hand gripping your chin firmly, forcing you to look up at him "You're sorry? You disobeyed me."
His voice is low and commanding, his breath hot against your skin "You know what happens when you disobey me."
I looked up at him. I had a few new scars that I got from a couple weeks ago. I didn't tell him how I got them though.
He notices the scars on your skin and his gaze darkens.
"Who gave you those marks, doll?"
Damon's voice is sharp, his possessiveness flaring.
I nod my head as I look up at him.
He leans down, his breath hot against your ear "Good girl." His hand slides down your body, coming to rest on your hip. "Tonight, I want to remind you just how much you're mine."
I look up at him my eyes red from crying. Yes..
He takes in your tear-streaked face, his expression softening ever so slightly "Then why do I find you crying?"
He gently wipes away a tear with his thumb, his touch both gentle and possessive
I looked up at him. I was wearing a short black dress that hugged my curves perfectly. Yes sir..
He smirked, his eyes trailing over your body. You look delicious in that dress.
"Good girl," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I like it when you dress for me."
Damon's hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer.
I look up at him as I nod
He pulls you flush against him, his hand resting possessively on your hip "Good girl." He nuzzles his face in your hair, inhaling your scent "Now stay here. I have business to attend to."
He pins you against the wall, his body pressed against yours. His hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him
"You'll do exactly as I say tonight. Understand?"
I look up at him Yes I do..
He looks down at you, his gaze intense "Good girl." His hand gently grabs your chin, tilting your face towards him. "I want you to stay here. Don't move from this spot, no matter what you hear."
I look up at him with my big blue eyes. Yes Sir... I'm sorry... I got distracted.
He grins, grabbing your chin "You're mine. Mine. Don't forget that." His fingers trace down your neck, leaving a trail of fire along your skin "Who do you belong to?" He repeats, voice low and demanding
I look up at him Yes, Sir... Always.
His hand slides to your waist, possessive grip as he pulls you closer "Good girl. I like that answer." He leans in, lips near your ear "But I think you need a little reminder of your place."
I look up at him Yes sir..
He cups your chin, forcing eye contact "Good girl."
He glances around the room, his expression hardening "There's a rat in our midst. I have a few... methods of finding out who."
I nod softly as I keep quiet
He pins you against the wall, his breath hot against your ear "That's a good girl. You know better than to talk back." His hand trails down your side, possessively claiming your body.