Once we landed in Miami, John got me settled in my room at the five-star hotel where he was footing the bill. I told him I planned on staying indefinitely and I didn’t care if it bled his bank account dry. In fact, I preferred it that way. At the first opportunity, he scurried away to go spend the night in his own room. He had booked a dirty, cheap motel room across town. He didn’t want to stay there, but he didn’t have a choice. I told him to and John’s pathetic mind folded under the force of my will. He was just as weak as every other man, unable to disobey a single word I said.
I was fairly new to my power of total domination over men. Until John tried my patience, I had only ever used it in very small ways. Just light pushes here and there to test the boundaries of my abilities. John was this high-powered executive who grabbed me inappropriately when I was his server, so I decided to make him suffer. I was currently in the process of spending every dollar he had, while looking for other ways to ruin his life and make him miserable. I was planning on spending weeks in the nicest hotel in Miami, eating at exorbitantly expensive restaurants, and piling as many shopping bags in John’s arms as he could carry without collapsing. I was going to have a great time. I expected John to be reduced to tears and broke by the time we went back home.