The Purchased Jewel

JavedI grew up knowing that everything could be bought. That everything has a price and prices are never a problem where I grew up. I willingly pay for what I want and is on offer. For certain specific offers, alas, I, like everybody else in my world, have to look West, where the merchandise is. Choice merchandise such as gloriously Submissive women. It's a lifestyle in the free world. And it suits me. I do what is necessary to achieve my goals. The end justifies the means.I was also brought up to control and not to trust whatever I don't have control over. Some might call me cold-hearted and ruthless. Napoleon would applaud. I see myself as decisive and level-headed. It, therefore, follows that my world has room for endless and amazing desires, but not a square inch for love. That's where Nova came in; my jewel. Jewels like her are almost non-existent in my world, which made her all the more precious to me. But I soon realised Nova was thoroughly damaged. Completely broken. And it was my duty to heal her, to make her whole and healthy again.NovaI didn't know that Javed, the man who paid millions at Club Lustrum to buy me, is a prince. But I'm his Sub now, although he calls me his Jewel. It's my lustful honour to bow to his training for a whole month, each welt and soreness my secret joy. But I have a dark secret I keep away from him as my Dom in fear that he would send me away...