Thread: A Devil's Game ::: {Ariamella & Prince of Smut}

RE A Devil's Game Ariamella Prince Damien scowled as Macy pushed his hand from her cheek and the tall, powerful man had to fight the urge to reply with a slap. It was an insolent act, rejecting the control his hand implied when he had touched her without permission. She didn't like submitting to authority and he could feel the sweet surge of anger his action had unleashed. But, she hadn't agreed yet to his proposal and didn't understand what his expectations were. There was plenty of time to teach her in the future if she dared do it again. I find it odd how you judge the women harsher than the men. Surely George is more at fault than Andrea, or any of his other partners? answered Damien when she spoke. While hardly a progressive feminist, Damien did find the moral double standard human's held with regard to sex a bit unfair. Lust and desire were universal, why should women be shamed and despised if they embraced them like a man might? Of all the sins, wantonness was the only one that seemed to target women particularly. He knew it was something instilled by their age old rivals upstairs and that rubbed him further the wrong way. Surely it should be him that exclusively gets your hatred, not the poor girls he manipulated into fucking him? You just don't like woman that enjoy sex and reject the notion the very idea that a powerful, intelligent woman can want to be fucked like a bitched in heat. That she can enjoy, even crave, being used and abused like a common whore. Sex and power are very linked, and you'll find that they feed off each other nicely, and every person has uinique itches they like having scratched. The turmoil wracking the poor girl's mind was delicious to observe. Macy couldn't even meet his eyes as she considered her options. Spikes of anger flared, followed by longing and ambition, some fear, and finally a growing resignation. But her reason for agreeing surprised Damien. In the end, it wasn't fear of death or even the eternal suffering of her soul, but rather that same overweening ambition that had trapped her in the first place. She'd do anything to get to the top and live to enjoy it. Truly, her hubris was incredible. Good. Our deal is struck then, but here are the rules. You can end this at any time, but if you do your chance of escaping the original contract is over and your life ends in five years. You'll obey what I say, no matter how disgusting and horrible it may sound, and try your hardest to follow my rules and take your punishment if you break them. When we are in public, you can act as you would normally unless I've given you orders, but when in private you are mine completely and must show me complete respect. I'll know if you are faking, just gritting your teeth and playing along, so don't bother to fool me with some act of meekness. Give yourself to me fully and be honest in your emotions, Damien said as he rose up to stand before her. Now was a critical moment, the first step in Macy's retraining. How she would respond to his upcoming commands would be a test of whether the girl had enough strength to swallow her pride and fix her flaws. He gave her one last challenge to fuel her pride, maybe that vanity could be an asset in getting her through the next couple weeks? I know this will be tough for you, and frankly I don't expect you to make it. You aren't strong enough, too secretly insecure to tolerate the shame you will feel. I know it was easy for you to tout your talents when you went out of your way to make people only see your work, but are you confident that your writing is good enough to weather the accusations that you only got this chance because you are fucking the new CEO? For you are going to have to do your job while I crush your ego, and do it well. Damien pointed a long finger at Macy and curled it, motioning for her to stand. His voice was low, but firm, with a hint of husky sexiness as his devilish grin returned. The dark eyes went down her figure slowly, shamelessly drinking in her curves and letting her know he was appraising her in an overtly sexual fashion, like eying a piece of meat his was about to devour. Now, get up and stand before me. I want you to take off your pants, then remove your panties and give them to me.