Safe Word

I winced as I touched the part of my side where the bullet hit me. My body is wrapped in bandages because of that. I was staring at it in the mirror as I looked up to see my sleepy face.

It's almost noon, but I'm still sleepy. I am not really a morning person. I am often sleepy during the day and wide awake at night. I'd like to lie down in bed and sleep again if I didn't remember that we were not in the house that Traze's men brought me to. That's his main house. And this place is more like his other house.

As far as I know, Traze has many houses in different places because he rarely checks into the hotel when leaving. He prefers to spend the night in his house or condo, so he builds a house everywhere so he can stay in case he ends up in that place. He is damn filthy rich!

I went out of the bathroom while taking off the shirt I was wearing, but I almost jumped when I found Traze at the door of the room, with his arms folded and his face showing no emotion whatsoever. Does this person even know how to smile? Even just for once? I sometimes think he isn't human but a freaking stone.

I am not really into his type. Yes, he's handsome if that's what you're talking about, but I don't like stone-like men.

I want someone who is loud, entertaining, full of stories, goofy, and full of nonsense in life. I rarely like men who are grumpy and think you're the burden of the world. Maybe I can endure my role here without falling for him, though my body reacts differently when he's around. I can't deny that my body wants him, but isn't that the reason why I'm stuck in this situation? This is for our needs and satisfaction.

"Master," he didn't bother to make a single move.

"We're not done yet with the betrayal you committed. You already know what will happen," right, I almost forgot. It's a good thing he forgot about my escape. Well, it's already resolved after the punishment he took. That's part of the contract. Once the punishment is done, the issue is considered over, so he won't mention that, unlike this one.

"Yes, master." He straightened up and turned back. I immediately followed him until we entered a room. I almost gasped when I saw what was inside, but I chose not to. I am aware of this stuff. I did a lot of research after reading the contract. But I didn't think he was complete with equipment like this.

The whole room was black. The bed, the curtain, the wall paint, the stuff. I swallowed hard at everything I see. I even saw chains, handcuffs, neck collars, puddles, and other erotic sundries. My legs seem to want to retreat.

"Take off your clothes."

"Huh?" I was like a statue and went blank for a moment, forgot everything, and asked him. I blink, three times...I don't know how many blinks I made next, while looking up at him, frowned at my actions.

"Take off your clothes." He repeated his order more emphatically, apparently not liking my reaction. I couldn't understand why the more he tried to control me, the more I wanted to resist, so I couldn't immediately follow what he wanted. I could see the irritation in his eyes—he did not like my lack of immediate compliance.

"Take your fucking shirt off right now, Storm Katana. Don't wait for me to do what I said." I jolted because of the sudden change in his voice tone. I was so nervous that I immediately did what he said the third time he ordered me to do it. I was about to take off my underwear when he told me to stop. I remained standing there, waiting for his next order.

He turned back for a moment and took something from the hangings before turning back to where he had been earlier. I almost choked to see what he was holding. He's holding one of his neckties and a flogger. I feel like I'm going to lose consciousness at this time. My subconscious mind was asking, "Why the hell did I agree to this setup?"

"You know the safe word, Storm. Just say it if you want to stop me. I swallowed repeatedly and nodded to him. I can't back out right away because I can't consider our issue over what I did to him if I don't accept the punishment he wants. I guess this is better than killing me. I only realized yesterday how selfish I was in asking him to kill me. I still have my family, who depend on me. My father is an OFW. My two siblings are still studying. A high school and college, my grandma is sick. They still need me, and I need the job too.

My work with Traze is attached to this contract. But I don't think he'll still use me as his spy. He might not make me a spy anymore, but he had and still has a job to give me because we talked about it before. And he's not fond of breaking his word. When he said it, he said it.

"Squat on the bed."

I immediately turned around and walked towards the black bed. I lie flat on my stomach. I felt him approach and put his knee up. He took both of my hands and placed them above my head. I gasped when he tied my hand there with the necktie he had taken earlier.

"Don't make a sound; don't let me hear your voice unless I tell you otherwise. Stay still, don't make any moves, and don't put your hands down. Hear me, bad girl?" I nodded three times. I closed my eyes.

I felt his hand clinging to the waistband of my pants. I felt his lips touch my bare back, running his tongue through my flesh, tracing the snake tattoo I had as his hand slowly pulled my pants down on my legs until they finally left my body, exposing my bare buttocks in front of him.

After yanking my pants, his face shifted away from mine. I could feel his powerful, dark stares directed at it. I felt his hand squeeze one of my butt cheeks and spank it. It was just the right amount of force, but I winced, not from pain but from shock. I almost groaned, but I tried hard to control myself.

"How many whips do you want? Speak?" I didn't speak immediately. Can't he just figure out how many? He's the master, after all.

"Think of the numbers you think you could please me with and you think you deserve as a punishment for the grave offense you committed." He said, like he just read my mind.

"Fifty," I replied quickly, biting my bottom lip. For reasons I don't understand, I felt his piercing gaze from behind me even more. I can hear his harsh breathing as he fixes his position.

"I'm going to start." I prepared myself as I closed my eyes, firmly waiting for the first blow. It hurts. I feel like I'm back in childhood.

I felt the pain as if he was my father beating me as I was scolded by him, and he couldn't reprimand me. I grunted with his next hit until I felt the pain. I bit my lower lip as I tried to hold back my tears, but that didn't help. My tears flowed while waiting for him to finish punishing me. With every stroke of the flogger, I couldn't help but squirm and moan softly, but I immediately stopped myself, afraid that he might increase the punishment.

"Forty-seven..." I groaned, voiceless. My trembling lips were open, and I continued to cry.

"R-Raze ..." I cried. I know he heard my voice break.

He paused. He returned to hitting my ass with the flogger after a while, but this time it was light. Not as heavy as before. It has more control and care. It ended as if I was going to run out of breath.

He immediately released me and put on my pants before picking me up. We're heading back to the room we left a while ago. I buried my face in his chest, and he just let me. After entering the room, he gently placed me on the bed while I was busy making myself comfortable. He sat down on the edge and stared at me.

"I'm sorry, does it hurt so bad?" I almost gasped when he said sorry. His voice was gentle, but there was still a hint of coldness. His face was still stuck as he stared at me. I shook my head.

"I deserve that. I chose the number. "I deserve that for betraying you." I gave him permission to do that, and it was punishment; of course, it hurt.

"Because you're a good girl right now, tell me what you want." I'll do it. "I stared at him. Right. He told me before: "When I do good, he'll reward me; when I do bad, he'll punish me."

"Cook for me, master," he said. He nodded without hesitation and stood up.

"Alright, stay here. Rest and wait for me." I'll just cook." After he said that, he stood up and walked out of the room.

A few minutes ago, when Traze came down, I was startled by a sound under my pillow. It sounded like my phone, so I picked it up, and I was surprised that it was my phone. He didn't take my phone away. He has a chance to throw my things away. He has every chance to remove the things I could use to betray him again. Does he still trust me? No, I don't think so. What is his game? I hate mind games, and that's exactly what he is. His name might be Traze, but he's like a math subject.

I looked at the reason why it was ringing, and it was an unregistered number.

I answered that out of curiosity.

"Hello?"

"Code red," and my eyes widened.

"Creed?" my boss or should I say, my former boss?

"Yeah, it's good, and you still have your phone?" Where are you? Did you escape? "My boarding is coming up; I'm leaving the country; we can meet up."

"Yes, I escaped successfully, but I don't think we can meet." I have my family, Creed. I can't risk them." I lied.

"What? How are you? I'm the only one who can help you now. I've talked to the higher-ups. I will be under their care for now. I want you to go with me. If that's the case, there is someone with more brains than him.

Unconsciously, my eyes drifted to my door when I heard footsteps approaching.

"What's the plan?" "Will the overthrow of the Red Society Organization still continue?"

"Yes, especially since the damage RSO caused to us was great."

"Okay, that's it; we can still keep in contact; I just can't really go with you." I will be your eyes and ears here, and you can tell me the plans. I'll take care of it."

"That's better, but are you sure you can do it alone?"

"Of course."

I hung up the phone after saying that at the same time as the door opened and Traze came in carrying the tray where the food he cooked was. He glanced at me once before walking towards the mini table. I just watched his every move while tightly holding my phone.

"Master..." he turned to me while arranging the dishes.

"What?"

"I have a proposition. Let's negotiate." He frowned and completely faced me.

"What is it?"

"Make me your spy again; I promised I wouldn't screw up or betray you again." I sincerely said so to him.

I saw a trace of surprise in his eyes, which immediately disappeared. He's doubting me.

"Creed, my former boss is alive." He called me. We talked, and he wanted me to go with him. I refused and told him that I would be their eyes and ears here, and in return, they would let me know every plan they had. That's why, that way, I can tell you what their plans will be. I'll act like I was spying on you for them, but they don't know that I worked for you. "Isn't that my expertise?" I truly stated.

I was surprised by his quick agreement.

"Really? Isn't that a joke? "Aren't you backstabbing me in your mind, master?" I woke up in no time.

"Backstabbing is not in my vocabulary, bad girl," I say what I want to say. I do what I want to do. I fuck when I want to fuck. I cursed when I wanted to curse. "I don't do that sh*t if I can say it right in front of anyone's face." Okay, as I said, he's not like that. He's Traze, after all. The high and mighty Traze Montenegro.

I'm sorry, Creed, but this time, I'm with someone who can protect me better, as well as my family. I'm there because I know I'm stronger and I'll get more benefits. This time, my family came before me.