Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 57: The Domination Begins

Chapter 57: The Domination Begins

Sara slid off the bed after a minute, her bare feet padding soft on the polished wood as she stretched, her maroon one-piece riding up a little, showing off her legs.

She wandered over to the refrigerator tucked against the wall—shiny silver, twice the size of ours at home—and pulled it open, the cold air puffing out as she grabbed a water bottle.

She twisted the cap off with a quick *pop*, standing there in her dress, sipping fast, the water glugging down her throat, a little dribbling down her chin as she wiped it with the back of her hand.

"So, what are we gonna do now?" I asked, my voice bored and flat, my eyes flicking to her. "Sit and watch a movie or something?" I leaned my head back, the cushion swallowing me, already done with this day.

*Pfft*—she snorted, mid-sip, her lips curling into a smirk as she lowered the bottle, water sloshing inside. "Is that what you want to do?" she asked, her tone teasing, her dark eyes glinting as she leaned against the fridge door.

"Nah," I said, pulling my phone from my pocket, my thumb brushing the screen as I unlocked it, irritation bubbling up fast. "Now I’m just trying to figure out what goes on in that peanut-sized, useless brain of yours," I snapped, my voice sharp, scrolling through nothing—texts, notifications, anything to kill the time she was wasting.

She froze, the water bottle halfway to her mouth, her eyes narrowing sharp at me. Then she took one more quick sip—gulping loud—slammed the bottle back into the fridge, and shut the door hard, the *bang* echoing through the big room.

Her bare feet slapped the floor as she stormed over, her maroon dress swishing. Before I could react, she snatched my phone from my hand—her fingers quick—and tossed it onto the side couch with a soft *thud*

"What are you doing?" I said, my voice jumping, irritated as hell, sitting up fast, my hands gripping the chair arms.

*Slap*—her hand cracked across my face, sharp and fast, on my cheek. I froze, stunned, my head jerking to the side, my breath catching as the sound bounced off the walls.

The fish tank bubbled on, the dim lights flickering faint, but everything else went still, my hand hovering near my face, too shocked to move.

"Watch your mouth, you fucking kid," she said, her voice low and hard, grabbing my chin with one hand, her fingers digging in as she pulled my face toward her. Her grip was tight, her nails pressing into my skin, her dark eyes glaring down at me—dominating, angry.

She stood over me, her bare legs inches from mine, her maroon dress stretched tight.

I gulped hard, my throat dry, staring up at her, my cheek still stinging.

Then she sighed—long and slow, her grip loosening a little, her lips twitching back into that sly curve.

"Well, I guess I’m all tired and need to pent off a bit," she said, her voice dropping sultry again, her smirk creeping wider.

"Huhh, what are you saying?" I asked, my voice shaky.

She didn’t answer—just turned sharp and walked toward a wardrobe against the wall, her bare feet slapping the floor. She pulled the doors open wide, revealing a mess of clothes—dresses, jackets, scarves—and a row of belts hanging neat on hooks, all colors and sizes lined up like a display.

She took her time, her fingers brushing over them slow—black, brown, blue—before picking out a bright red one, thin and soft-looking, dangling it in her hand as she turned back to me, her eyes glinting wicked under the lights.

She strutted over, her hips swaying, the belt swinging loose by her side, and stopped right in front of me. She lifted my chin with her fingers—cool, firm—tilting my head up, forcing me to look at her.

I gulped hard, my throat dry, my breath catching as she loomed there. She smirked wider, wrapping the red belt around my neck slow, looping it gentle but tight, locking it just enough so it pressed my skin without choking me. The leather was smooth, soft against my throat, the faint smell of it mixing with her perfume.

"Now you look like a good pet," she said, smiling big, her voice low and teasing, stepping back a little to admire her work, her hands on her hips.

I just breathed—short, shaky breaths—my hands flexing on the chair, my voice gone, not knowing what to say. She tilted her head, her smirk growing, then grabbed the belt like a leash, pulling it light as she walked around behind me.

"Come on, puppy," she said, her tone playful but sharp. I stumbled to my feet, my legs scuffing, and she pushed me forward—hard—sending me sprawling onto the big bed by the wall, the pink sheets crumpling under me as I landed on my back.

She climbed up quick, straddling my side, planting one knee firm on the mattress beside me, her maroon dress hiking up her thighs. The yellow chandelier twinkled above her.

"Now it’s time for my puppy to be useful," she said, her voice dropping sultry, her eyes locked on mine.

She lifted her hips high, hovering over me, and I caught a flash of her black panties under the dress—lacy, tight. She grabbed the hem with one hand, peeling them down slow, sliding them off her thighs, then kicking them free past her legs.

They dangled from her fingers, warm and damp, as she sat down heavy on my chest, her bare skin pressing me into the bed. She held the belt with one hand, the panties in the other, her knees pinning me down, the mattress sinking soft under us.

She shoved the panties right up to my nose—close, brushing my face.

"Sniff it," she said, her voice firm, moving them slow across my nose and cheeks, the fabric warm and musky with her smell. I inhaled sharp, my breath hitching, my hands fisting the sheets as the scent hit me, raw and strong. My chest tightened, my mind spinning, caught under her weight.

"You must be sniffing Aeri’s panties in secret too, right?" she said, her tone taunting, her eyes narrowing as she leaned closer, her breath hot on my face.

*Slap*—she hit my cheek hard, right then left, the sting flashing quick across my skin. "Huhh? Huhh? Answer me," she snapped, her voice rising, her hand gripping the belt tighter, pulling it a little as she glared down, her smirk gone, replaced by evil. "You fucking lovesick child—bet you can’t get enough of her, huh?" She slapped me again.