Dominate me by Julia Romush (best e reader for epub TXT) 📗

As I approached the fireplace, I no longer knew what to expect from it. It was getting too weird.  

"Throw it away",  shuddering at his voice, I thought it was a joke.  

"What?". I asked him uncertainly. I knew in that look that he was not joking.  

"What you have in your hands ...". Artem repeated wearily and irritably, "throw."  

"Where?". Looking at his reaction, I was even scared to ask, but I was confused, "in the fireplace?"  

"Yes", briefly. Restrained. Wildly annoyed, "in the fireplace."  

"But ... this is my underwear. What will I wear?"  

I was ashamed and embarrassed.  

"It's not underwear, it's cheap rags", the man grimaced.  

Maybe it was for him, because he and I obviously lived in different financial worlds. We thought in different categories.  

"Even if I do, I wear these rags ..."  

"Did you decide not to listen to me?"  

Gritting my teeth, I suppressed a wave of rebellion and smiled, turned and tossed the linen into the fireplace.  

I froze in indecision. I was afraid to object to him and say something wrong. I was afraid that he might not like something, and he would change his mind. I was afraid to be myself and treat him the way I used to.  

But ... I couldn't afford to treat myself the way he treated things. Artem treated me even worse than two years ago. Of course, my situation gave him power over me because of my position.  

I threw things into the fireplace as if stepping over myself. Thereby showing that I surrendered to his onslaught.  

And he liked it. My submission. Almost submissive.  

The corners of his lips lifted when he realized I had lost. That he put me in such a state that I will always lose to him now...