I see the look on his face, and it finally dawns on me what Nas is doing. I don't know why it took so long. I guess my patience really had run out, because when he first emerged from his office, I was ready to burn this place to the ground. With Nas staring me in the face now, I see that he’s testing me—poking and prodding to find my limits. He wants to know if I’m really his submissive, and if I’m fully committed to giving myself to him to the point where I’d be willing to wait in his basement, kneeling on the floor for half an hour for him. He’d made it clear when he texted me that I needed to wait, no matter how long it took. Once I realize my mistake, my muscles finally relax and settle back into the role I love.

“I’ll always be patient for you, Sir,” I answer, hoping Nas believes me and doesn’t let the look I had on my face make him think otherwise. “And nothing gives me more pleasure than being your little slut.”

“Is that right?” he asks as his smile returns. “Well, we’re about to find out. Get up.”

Nas offers me his hand in the sexy, commanding way he does, and I use it to lift myself off the floor. My thighs let out a sigh of relief as I stand and follow Nas’s lead into the Kingdom, where he takes me to the front of the Saint Andrew’s Cross and faces me.

“I want you here tonight,” Nas tells me. “Nothing gives you more pleasure than being my little slut? I believe you, Little One, because I know how disgusting you are. I know how wet you get just from me talking to you while I rub your little pussy. Like this.”

Nas reaches down and presses two fingers against my clit, moving them in tight circles and making me shudder. My eyes flutter as I struggle to keep them open and Nas soaks it in.

“Look at you,” he says, watching my face the entire time. “You had the nerve to have that attitude on your face when I came down the stairs, when we both know you're my filthy fucking whore who will do anything for me.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say in a breathy response, my pussy suddenly wet from his touch and words. Why do I like being called his whore?

“All you want is for me to touch you, isn’t that right, slut?” Nas asks, and I shiver all over.

“Yes, Sir. Please touch me.”

“You want me to treat you like the slut you are?”

“Yes, Sir. Please.”

“You want me to fucking hurt you? To feed your masochism with my sadism and fucking break you apart?”

“Fucking god, yes!”