Bound By A Ritual {COMPLETED}

Ten

Ava just remained still and watched him from behind, he said nothing to me, just continued with his call and I was left to finish up my work, starting with the balcony, bathroom, and bedroom and now am left clueless, if am to leave or wait for him. I can't help but think about what he'll do to me.

Though I need that money.

" master am I..." Before I could complete my sentence he lifted his hand, shutting me up instantly, he said nothing after that, the conference call seemed to be over but he was typing things down.

Remaining still I didn't move, just stood and stared at his back, my body started to ache, head dizzy, I felt so stressed and I knew I needed to rest my head and body somewhere and since he was paying no attention to me I move to his bed and lay on it.

It felt like falling into pure heaven, so soft and comfortable, I could practically sleep here all day... closing my eyes it didn't take me up to five minutes to sleep off, it was nice but the dream that followed wasn't.

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" you are mine Lara" the voice slowly rang in my head as I opened my eyes only to find myself in an empty room that had only one bed, am lying on it but couldn't trace where the voice was coming from.

The voice continued to echo, leaving me feeling unsettled. I sat up, scanning my surroundings, but found no one there. The room felt strange, adding to my growing unease. Suddenly, I felt someone's arms wrap around me from behind, their face pressed against my neck. The voice spoke again, this time in a haunting merge of two voices from a single body.

"Who are you?" I managed to gather my strength and ask, though it felt overwhelming to speak in such circumstances, and I couldn't understand why.

"Ava..."

"I am your destiny," the figure replied. As I turned around to face them, a scream escaped my lips. Their face was a blend of Damon's on the right side and Alex's on the left.

In an instant, I shot up in bed, my body drenched in sweat. I looked to my left, finding Damon seated on his chair, seemingly motionless. However, his curiosity was evident as he observed me. "You had a dream," he stated.

Nodding, I kept my gaze fixed on him. "Yes, I did," I confessed, unsure if I should reveal the details of my unsettling dream.

Damon leaned forward, genuinely interested. "Care to share?" he inquired, his tone laced with concern. I shook my head, my fear and confusion still too fresh to discuss.

"Hmm... Ava, I told you yesterday that I had a reward planned for you, didn't I?" Damon spoke, attempting to shift the focus and lighten the mood.

"Indeed, you did mention that good girls get rewarded, Master," I replied, acknowledging his previous statement.

"However, today, you have offended me multiple times," he stated, rising from his seat and lighting another cigarette. "You stepped on my cigarette and slept in my bed without my permission." As he spoke, I was startled and jumped to my feet, accidentally missing a step and falling into his arms. Thankfully, he caught me.

I clenched my hands tightly on his shirt, looking up at him. "You speak rudely to me and now you're touching me without permission," I asserted, releasing my grip on his body. "And now you say you won't punish me as a reward? But why?" I questioned, furrowing my brows.

"Because you never seem to learn, Ava," he responded, moving closer to me with a stern expression finally appearing on his face. "You speak when I haven't asked you to, and then you dare to question me." His frown deepened, his seriousness evident. "Consider yourself lucky that I won't be removing that skirt and using my belt to discipline you. However, let it be known that I do not tolerate insults. Maybe with you, things are a little different because I don't want to harm you."

I couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and discomfort. He had already spanked me, claiming it wasn't hurtful. But here he was, drawing a line between insults and physical harm.

As if he had read my thoughts, he chuckled and muttered, "Spanking is nothing, Ava. I haven't even used my full strength on you. I have a fondness for you, and anyone I like, I treat specially. But until you learn how to properly ask your master for something," he blew out a plume of smoke, "I can't give you what you want."

Confused, I asked, "How should I ask, then?"

He simply shrugged and moved to sit on the edge of his bed, gazing at me intently. "I'm waiting, Ava," he stated, his face remaining unchanged. I mirrored his silence, unsure of what he was expecting. His eyes, however, showed that he was deep in thought. It seemed begging may be the only way.

"Please, lend me some money. Specifically, one million," I mumbled, nervously biting my lower lip as he remained motionless. The moment stretched on, his face showing no reaction. But those eyes revealed that he was considering my plea.

"Kneel," he finally commanded.

"What?!" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Kneel, Ava," he repeated.

Doing as he instructed, I watched as he stared at me with intense interest. It felt as though his entire attention was focused solely on me. "You may hate me, Ava, but I like you," he stated, causing me to flinch back in shock. "Honestly, I don't care if you don't like me. What you need to understand is that you already belong to me."

"The money I..."

"I will give it to you..." he said with a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Usually, servants don't work on Sundays, but this Sunday, you will come and attend to all the chores, and then the money will be yours if you accept."

His words left me speechless for a moment. "Just me and you?" I mumbled, looking at him. He moved closer, his hand gently holding my chin, our eyes locked in a silent conversation.

"What's so wrong with staying alone with me, Ava?" he frowned. "I don't bite, and even if I did, you might enjoy it, but I can't promise I won't bite you. There's a spot I would like to sink my teeth into," he confessed, causing my eyes to widen in surprise. But what he did next shocked my entire body.

He pulled me up and kissed my neck, not just a simple kiss, but a sensual combination of licking and grazing his teeth along my skin. My legs grew weak, and I instinctively placed my hands on his chest to steady myself. I had never felt this way before.

When he released me, I remembered that there was nothing at home, and I needed the money that evening. "Master," I muttered, my hands gripping his shirt. "I need the money tonight." He remained silent, his gaze fixed on me. "I will do anything," I pleaded.

"Anything?" he furrowed his brow, and I nodded, determined.

"Yes, anything," I replied impulsively, not fully considering the consequences of my words.

"Be careful with what you say, my little Ava," he smiled, licking my lips. "I'm worse than you think I am," he warned, biting my lower lip before gently removing my hand from his shirt. I watched as he walked towards his drawer.

As he moved away, I couldn't help but reflect on what I had just agreed to. Did I make the wrong decision by saying I would do anything? I hoped he would give me the money, but I couldn't ignore the doubts creeping into my mind.