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“I saw something suspicious on the security cameras yesterday…”
You sat rigid on the couch, watching his back as he twisted the cap off of his whiskey bottle. You had snuck downstairs to his garage and used the code you had figured out finally to sneak in. There was another door leading out, not just the garage door to drive the cars out of. You had hoped the code was the same. You had hit the door in frustration when you learned it was not, leaning your head against it as tears had come. When you remembered that there were cameras more than likely, you had wiped them away and pushed yourself away from the door, pretending to occupy yourself with the things in his shop. Tried to mask your desperation to get outside and scale the wall.
He looked unnervingly calm as he turned around. Tony brought his cup to his lips and took a long drink, his eyes not leaving you.
His smirk was almost cruel, “You look uncomfortable, baby.”
Swallowing slowly, you watched him saunter closer. When he was getting close, you placed your hands to begin to push yourself up.
But he told you, “No, don’t get up. It’s closer to where I’m gonna want you.”
You stole a look straight forward at his crotch, inches from your face, before flicking your gaze back up. You swallowed sharply this time, still pierced by his stare.
“You seemed pretty determined, little dove,” he said, his fingers running up and down your cheek. You flinched and he tapped you roughly on the nose. “Guilty, guilty…”
Your heart was hammering as he turned, bringing his glass back up to his lips. He meandered off towards one of the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out it across the back yard. Your eyes ran over his broad shoulders and down his back. He was tense – you could see that. Other people would not be able to see it but you sure could. And when you noticed that you needed to be able to adjust and adjust quickly to avoid angering him anymore. But you feared you were too far past that.
“Come to me. Now,” Tony said over his shoulder firmly. “And on your hands and knees.”
Yes, you were too far past it. The marble floor was cold and hard, your knees were going to be sore.
Just as you were about to reach him, he opened the sliding glass door, and walked out. You sucked your teeth before following him out onto the patio. You winced when your knees scraped against the concrete. Tony came to the edge of the patio and stopped, tossing a look over his shoulder down at you. He snapped his fingers and ordered you to sit up, like you were a dog.
“You want to leave me?” he asked. You said nothing, trying to avoid looking at him. He snorted when you did not answer, and he tapped your head before pointing at the rocks before the pair of you. “You make it across that gravel as you are now, I’ll let you leave. Deal?”
What? Now you did look directly up at him.
Tony rose his brows expectantly. “Well, go on. I know you want to.”
The gravel was sharp and jagged.
Yet… it was not too far. And sounded one hundred percent serious. His arm hung by his side, holding his cup. He was waiting, almost impatiently. He jutted his chin at the gravel, daring you.
Eyes searching across the gravel space again quickly, you took his bait. You winced, the gravel digging into your knees and palms of your hands. You only hissed a handful of times.
But you made it.
The gravel crunched behind you, and you turned your head, finding Tony crossing it, his expression unreadable.
“Get up.”
You did as he asked, standing shakily. There were small pieces of the gravel stuck in your skin and you brushed at it, your hands coming into contact with a couple of scrapes.
He drug his gaze up your body to meet your eyes again, his eyes cold. “Well, I’m a man of my word. Damn, you really do wanna leave. If I had a proper heart, I might tell you my feelings are a little bit hurt. But… you drew blood for it.” He gestured at your legs briefly before demanding, “Before you go, take your dress off.”
Your chest tightened at the request. “What? Why?”
“Dress. Shoes. Jewelry. Off. Those are mine. You are not taking anything that’s not yours with you. I said you could leave, not shit I paid for.”
You knew this whole thing had just been a game. But for one brief moment you had started to believe that maybe it was true. Maybe he was going to be rational and let you just leave. But no, it was still just a sick game. He knew you owned nothing here. You owned nothing anywhere.
“But…”
Tony cocked his head and asked, “But what?”
Tears stung and you rubbed at your opposite arm, staring down at the ground.
He knew he had you and he was just still toying with you. Without him and the things he had bought for you, you had nothing. You could not walk out of here naked let alone find somewhere to stay without being put in a dangerous position.
“I thought you wanted to leave. You worked so hard to prove you wanted to,” Tony continued, his tone dripping with mock concern. He came closer and you stayed still, fearing what would happen next if you did move. He was close, his cologne wafting around you as he sized you up. “So… do as I said and go.” You shook your head slightly and he asked, “No?” You said nothing and he repeated with more force, “No?”
“No,” you got out in a hoarse whisper. You wiped at an escaped tear, sniffling.
Tony clicked his tongue and tried to catch your eyes. When you did not cooperate and let him, he forced you to look up at him. You saw amusement at your defeat and your stomach sunk further if that was possible.
He tsked you, “Look at what you did to your beautiful legs, baby. What a waste of effort and now I’ve gotta look at that for however long it takes to heal those little scrapes.” His hand spread, grasping at your jawline to hold you in place, your eyes widening at the gesture. “You require a lot of upkeep, and I’m okay with that. I like your nails, I like your Brazilians, your hair, those expensive and short little dresses I get to see you in. But I don’t like it when you add more ‘upkeep’ to it just because you wanna be a brat.”
“I’m not—”
“Shut your mouth,” Tony snapped, and you instantly did as he demanded. He let go to point at you angrily. “Ungrateful. That’s what you are. If you are not going to leave, get your ass back inside.”
He gave you a shove and you grimaced as your heel caught in between some of the gravel and you had to work quickly to make sure you did not injure your ankle. Unsteadily, you made it back across the gravel and hesitated at the door, staring back inside the mansion that you considered your prison. Tony’s hand was at your back again and he gave you another shove.
The door closed behind the two of you, cutting out the ocean breeze. You heard the clink of his glass hitting the table and it drew your attention back to him.
“Looks like you need this back,” Tony stated, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small metal device. You tensed and he noticed, snorting. “Regression isn’t cute, Y/N. I thought you were ready to have that pretty one.” He gestured at the thin necklace adorning your throat, the one he had paid to have a diamond pendant on. “But I was wrong.”
“Tony—”
“And now you’re talking back?” he asked, eyes wild.
Your voice was small, shaking your head quickly, “No.”
Tony closed the space, and you did your best to not make direct eye contact. Tears stung as he reached behind your head and worked at the necklace, taking it off with ease. He carelessly stuffed it into his pocket. You shot one last pleading look up at him but found his eyes empty of remorse as he pushed the metal rectangle to the base of your throat. As soon as it touched your skin, he tapped it in the center and it snapped around your neck, clasping with a crisp click.
“Now, I know you know what happens when you misbehave,” Tony intoned. “And baby, you really misbehaved.”
“I’m sorry,” you said tearfully. “I just wanted to go outside.”
“You can go outside whenever you want to. Isn’t that right?”
You were allowed out on the patio where FRIDAY was able to keep you inside the perimeter with the collar around your neck. It was pretty, that was no doubt. But it was one of Tony’s devices still despite being hidden to the naked eye other than just a diamond necklace. This one now that you were wearing though? That one was quite obvious. And held an even more sinister purpose than just keeping you corralled.
Tony’s tone was tight, “That was a question, Y/N.”
“Yes. That’s right,” you agreed in a voice barely above a whisper, eyes watery. You knew what was coming and your heart was picking up pace.
“You should be scared of me,” Tony mused, his thumb running across your bottom lip. “I told you I would love you no matter what. Even when you do things to hurt me like you tend to do.” He sighed, “Sometimes I wonder what it’ll take to make you be finally my good girl. Must we always come back to punishment? To remind you of who you belong to? Why can’t you just be good for me simply because I asked?”
Your lips parted, the answer dying before you could say it. You were not sure if he actually wanted you to speak.
And then you stiffened up and Tony was there to catch you as you slumped back.
“Shh, shh, shh,” he cooed as he lowered you to lay down on the couch. “You know it’s short term, no need to freak out. You just need to relax for me and learn your lesson.”
He hiked your skirt up and positioned himself over you. His cock pressed past your folds and into you. You would have whimpered if you could at the intrusion, you were not prepped. But that was part of the lesson and he groaned lasciviously as he bottomed out. A raspy chuckle left his throat as he looked down at you.
“I can take you any time, any place that I want. And I can keep you however I see fit. Apparently you needed that reminder.”