POV: Ameera

“Before you leave, why don’t you be a darling and dispose of that used condom on the floor,” he ordered me, sounding serious. I snapped my head in his direction, shocked that he would even think of asking me this. He must think that I’m someone he can easily push around, like,

“Who the hell do you think you are, how dare you try to demean me to that ridiculous level, how dare you?” I yelled angrily, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill down my cheeks.

“I’m the one guy who is going to teach you discipline and fear. I demand your submission, and...