Void

Three Weeks Ago

~Colin's POV~

"What did you tell her?" I demand. I can feel the blinding rage I am feeling hardening my jaw. It's clenched so tightly that it's almost painful.

The doctor takes a step back, looking a little startled at my rage. I don't know why she is surprised; she has known me for three years now, and she should know not to cross me. Everyone that has ever spent time around me knows how I can be when I get angry, and I am beyond angry right now. Palm twitchingly mad, that's what my Submissives like to say.

"I told her what she has a right to know, sir," she says in her own defence. Crossing her arms over her chest as if that will protect her from my fury.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, my fist balled up in frustration. "How many times do I have to tell you to keep your nose out of my business?"

"This is not just your business, sir. She obviously does not want this! She is my patient, Mr. Corrette, I have a responsibility to her."

I glare at her "she is my responsibility, not yours."

"With all due respect, sir, if you want her to have your baby, she needs to be made aware of it."

"Dr. Falcone, I respect you, but you are crossing lines. I am not afraid to fire you."

"All due respect, but I don't think you will, sir. Where are you going to find another doctor that is willing to do this? Legally she is my patient and even if you are paying me extra, I am not your employee. I am not willing to blatantly lie to her."

It's like I can see flames as anger rips through my body. The worst part? She is right. It had been hard enough to find her. I know I can't just fire her. I breathe a shaky, fury-filled breath through my nose.

"You are dismissed," I say nodding her towards the door. Without making sure that she does as I say I turn to the door, and stepping into the room.

Peyton sits on the double hospital bed. She was still wearing the hospital gown. Sitting on the edge of the bed, picking at the cuticle of her pinky, a sign that she is stressed. Her legs hang off the bed swaying subconsciously.

Falcone's nurse was in the room, putting away the stirrups, ultrasound equipment and other equipment that had been brought out for today's examination. She finishes quickly when I enter and then walks out of the room.

The room is like a mix of a luxury hotel and an expensive private hospital. The décor was comfortable, and cozy, and designed to make sure the occupant was comfortable. Pictures of white sand beaches and peaceful forests hung on the light gray walls. Comfy carpet that your feet sunk into perfectly lined the floor, except for an 8ft by 8ft square underneath the bed, which was lined with hardy tiles, small holes within them for draining water and making cleaning easy. A monitor was pushed into the corner as well as various other equipment. Any medical procedure could be performed in this room, as long as I found a doctor willing to do it away from the hospital.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Peyton asks the moment the door closes behind the nurse. I have been introduced to Falcone's nurse now five times, I can't seem to remember her name for the life of me.

I walk over to the stool, sitting down I slowly roll over to her. "Look at me," I order, my voice is softer, and my eyes warm with an apology.

Her obedience to my every order has become second nature by now, even when outside of my dungeon. She turns her eyes up to mine, her chestnut eyes swim with betrayal.

"I was going to tell you," I say honestly, reaching my hand out to hers.

She withdraws it away and at the moment I am not willing to frown in disapproval at the action. I understand that she is upset, and that she feels betrayed. I have broken her trust. "When? When I was already pregnant?"

I frown a little looking down at my hands "I would have told you before you ovulated."

"I don't know if I trust you," Peyton says earnestly. Even mad she was a committed Sub. Rule number one, never lie to Sir.

I frown a little and she nearly flinches. She was already so scared to make me mad. So scared to upset me and force me to take her downstairs and punish her. But I wouldn't right now, no matter how mad she made me. Tonight, she would get a pass.

"I-I don't want to be a mother," Peyton says. "At least not now, I am nineteen."

"So? Women have been having children in their teens since the beginning of time. We only think it is young in modern times."

A bit of anger flashes in Peyton's eyes. "I did not sign up for this!"

I have to bite back the retort to watch her tone. My palm already twitching in what has become a natural response after so many years. "You did when you signed the contract."

"There was nothing about this in that contract! If there had been I would never have signed it," Peyton retorts, her anger filling her tone now. Like she had given up trying to be the good little Sub she had been over the past two weeks.

"You said that you had done Subbing before. I would have thought that you would have noticed that my contract does not say anything about contraception. Have you ever seen one that doesn't?" I say. Yes, I know that is dark and flirting with a line but it's my own contract. I can put whatever I want in it and leave whatever I want out.

"I've been with three different Dominants, and none of them have done anything like this. Thank God I was on the pill before I met you," Peyton said as she slips off the bed, walking over to the closet where her clothes had been hung up.

She pulls off the hospital gown, wearing nothing but a bra and I have to remind myself that she is angry with me. Now is not the time to get turned on and filled with desire.

"Come on, baby, don't be angry," I say stepping up behind her, invading her personal space as I place my hands on her hips.

At my touch she whirls around to face me, her gaze livid. "I am not angry! I am pissed off! The whole point of this sort of relationship is to form a relationship of trust. I trusted you with my life! Now I will never trust you."

I frown touching my hand briefly to her cheek, but she pulls back, stepping out of my reach.

"Don't fucking touch me!" she snaps.

"Peyton watch your tone," I warn with a deep disapproving frown. My tone changes to the stern, colder one that I use when my Submissive is misbehaving.

The tone has an effect on her, but not enough. She is clearly far too angry at me. "No! I am not your Sub anymore. I am leaving. Shred that fricken contract there is no way I am staying with you for another twelve weeks."

I frown as she drags on her black thong and then her shirt. "Please, Peyton. I am saying please. Just take the night, cool off and then come back and we can talk."

"No!" Peyton says looking over as she yanks her pants on. "Let me say this in terms your brain can comprehend, red, Colin, red. Getting pregnant, carrying your baby, carrying any baby right now, it's a hard limit to me."

I run my hand through my hair, feeling a deep frown cross my face.

She turns her gaze up to mine, her expression stern and determined. "We are done."

I can't help but follow her when she storms from the room. Following her down the hall. She crosses the large house in a quick jog, hurrying down the hall and rushing into her room. She's not in there long before she re-emerges with her suitcase and purse.

"Miss Ross, I would like my coat," she calls as she heads over to the door, slipping her shoes on.

My housekeeper and personal chief London Ross hastily walks over, stepping into the large closet to search for Peyton's jacket.

"Please Peyton, listen to me baby, I am willing to wait so we can talk about this, so you can warm to the idea. I know you are young but that is a good thing," I say still not willing to accept the obvious conclusion.

"No!" Peyton all but screams as she rips the jacket from London's hand and flees out the door.

I look after her a moment before I turn and cross to the back of the house where my study is. Stepping inside I walk over to the filing cabinet, I pull out the contract and NDA that Peyton had signed when she agreed to be my Submissive, sighing softly. Reese, my driver and personal security, had the original this was just a copy. I sigh as I step over to the shredder sliding it in, listening to the sound of the machine work.

She had been nearly perfect! Young, and beautiful, she had liked to challenge me, she liked the punishment that it would provide for her. Outside my Dungeon she was fun to be around, someone that I could see myself spending the rest of my life with. She would have been terrific, practically everything I was looking for. Or at least I thought she was.

Sitting down in my chair, I turn my gaze to the floor-to-ceiling wall of windows that overlooked the lush, well-landscaped backyard that backed out on a private golf club.

. . . .

"Your scotch, Mr. Corrette," says one of the servers.

I nod curtly to him, leaning against the pillar as I watch the scene play out in front of me. The woman that is bent over the table is not particularly my type, but she is pretty. Her long black hair flows down like a curtain covering her face. She is completely naked, bent over and tied up as her Dominant, at least for tonight, cracks his belt over her ass.

It's clear he is not very confident in his role. His swings are pathetic and not at all powerful, not even powerful enough to redden her cheeks. I can tell the girl is bored out of her mind, which makes me pity her.

I'm not sure why I thought coming to the club would be a good idea. I usually do come to Hard Metal when I am between Subs, but generally not the night they leave, generally, I take a few days to... mourn the end of the relationship. I don't enjoy having a one-night Sub, I prefer to have them for a long time, preferably three months or longer, but I have to get my release somehow.

Finally, I can't take it anymore, draining my scotch I place it on the tray of a passing-by server. Stepping over to the man, I would call him a fellow Dominant but that would be an insult to myself.

"You, move your hair so I can see your face," I order, letting the stern, commanding tone that I use towards any of my Submissive's slip into my voice. In an instant, I have changed from a bored observer, to in control Dominant.

The man jumps looking at me, looking a little intimidating under my hard gray gaze. He is one of the most pathetic 'Dominants' I have ever seen, and I've seen plenty of pathetic ones in this club. I understand that it takes practice to get good at the role but until you were practiced and confident keep your pathetic show at home.

"Me?" the girl asks looking up. Her hair parts just enough so I can see one of her blue eyes.

"Yes, you," I say fixing her with my dark glare. It has an instant effect on her, I can almost feel the shiver that runs down her spine. I turn my gaze up to the man, twisting my face into a small smile that doesn't touch my eyes. "I am afraid, my friend, that she is disrespecting you."

"Disrespecting?" the man asked looking almost adorably confused. What was this his first time?

I manage to keep my composure and nod. "Yes, I'm afraid she is bored, and she isn't even trying to hide it."

The man looks a little startled at the revelation. "Are you bored?" He asked looking at the girl, his hand slumping down with the belt in hand.

She doesn't answer.

I step closer, grab a fist full of her hair and pull so it's just on the verge of painful. "He asked you a question."

The girl jumps, pulling against the binding hold on her wrists. "Ugh... yeah... a little."

"Oh," the man says looking at the girl with a disappointed and embarrassed frown.

I look back at him and then down into the girl's eyes. "Apologize."

"What?" the girl asks looking surprised at the order.

"Apologize. You ruined his scene, that is not what good Submissives do. Now apologize," I order. Punctuating my command with a tug of her hair again. After the day I have had I need this.

"She doesn't have to... it's not her fault I bored her..." the man stammers.

"You could have been as boring as watching paint dry, and she should have played along accordingly," I say looking up at him. "It is what respectful submissives do. Isn't that, right?" I turn my gaze back down to the girl, whose face blazes with defiance.

Oh, so she wasn't going to be broken so easily? That suited me fine. Untangling my fingers from her hair I remove my hand from her hair, looking around for the nearest wait staff, snapping my fingers at him when he makes eye contact.

A perk of being a private partner of the club, when I want something, they drop what they are doing to get it. Even if it means moving mountains.

"Take my friend here to the bar and get him a few drinks, put them on my tab," I order the waiter. My tone changes to the stern one I use with my employees and subordinates. I turn to the man "I will deal with the troublemaker, make sure she comes to apologize tonight."

"Yes, Mr. Corrette," the waiter says, turning to the man.

The man hesitates before nodding. "Thank you."

I nod. "What are your safe words?" I slid my jacket off passing it to the waiter, undoing the buttons on my cuffs I slowly roll up my sleeves.

"Ugh... safe words?"

Jesus. Had this guy ever even read a book on BDSM?

"Nevermind, we will sort that out," I say. Finishing with my sleeves as he walks away, following the waiter. With the pathetic excuse for a Dominant out of my way I turn to the girl. "Yellow for slow down or take a break. Red for stop."

The girl nods.

"Do you understand?" I ask.

She nods again.

"Words," I demand.

"Yes. I understand."

"I understand, sir," I say.

She hesitates almost like she is debating if she should disobey but finally decides against it. "I understand, sir."

"Good girl," I say, stepping closer to her I run my hand over her spine, down and over her shapely buttocks. She did have a spankable ass, if she had dirty blonde hair and a bit more curves, she would have been exactly my type. Baby birthing hips was key to what I looked for in a Submissive.

Stepping up behind her I rub my hand over her butt cheek before pulling it back and instantly slapping it back down against her skin. She doesn't make a noise, what a defiant, bold little thing. I can tell though that it had the effect that I wanted as she reacts to the pain that the smack caused. I don't give her long to recover before I smack my hand against her other cheek.

Again, she doesn't make a sound, as I look up at her though I see her nibbling her lower lip. She seems to be enjoying herself far more than she had with the other guy. Moving my hand, I slap it hard against her hip. This time I catch her sharp intake of breath. My hand stings a little from the impact but that just turns me on more.

Excitement is racing through me as I watch the girl react to my hits. Smacking both her ass cheeks in quick succession she finally gives a small cry of pain, and it runs right to my cock, exciting me.

"Are you going to apologize?" I ask, my stern commanding tone now tainted with my desire.

"No."

"Suit yourself," I say slapping my hand down against her ass again. Feeling her cheek react underneath my palm. I smirk darkly at the red handprints that have began to burn her skin.

Using my foot, I nudge her legs further apart and slap my hand up between her legs, right on her dripping pussy.

That makes her react, she cries out. Shuddering against the table. "I am a fair man, if you go apologize, I will take you to my private suite and reward you."

"I-I won't."

She isn't as determined as she was. She was beginning to break. Every smack to her ass, hips and pussy brought her closer to her breaking point. One last smack up between her legs and she breaks.

"I-I'll apologize," she whispers through her tears. She's shaky and quivering.

I am hard as a rock against my slacks. The moment she agrees to apologize I reach forward untying her wrists. "Get your clothes on."

She moves slowly and I watch her with dark hungry eyes. When she has dressed, I step closer, taking her chin in my hands and forcing it up.

"You will go apologies. You will make it heartfelt, like a good little Submissive, if you do a good job, I will take you up to my suite and give you your reward, if you don't, I will have to punish you again."

"Yes, sir," she says.

We push through the now dispersing crowd around us. Now that the show is over most have disappeared. The man is sitting at the bar, nursing a beer.

"Excuse me, sir," the girl says, her voice soft and respectful.

I grin inwardly in approval.

The man turns to look at her "er — yes?"

"I am very sorry for my disrespect, sir. Mr. Corrette has shown me how wrong my actions were." She bows her head, avoiding making eye contact with the man, like a good little Submissive.

The man nods, looking like he isn't sure what to say. I would have to talk to the owners of the club, I can't believe we are letting such green Dominants in. Sure, it was a safe place to practice, everyone signed NDA and contracts to protect themselves and those around them but still. Maybe if the membership price was raised just a little it would stop these guys from bringing down the reputation.

The girl bows her head again before turning to me. I give her a small nod of approval. "Good girl," I say.

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