Chapter 3 #2
Without even thinking about it, my own hands trail over my breasts before I force my hands at my sides. Dimitri is awakening something inside of me. Something I was denied because of my father’s strict rules.
And it’s terrifying knowing I could feel arousal for a dangerous man like Dimitri.
There isn’t much to do in the villa so I decide to leave and explore the area outside.
The weather is so nice and the ocean view so beautiful that I take a long moment just to sit on a bench and take everything in.
Not having to worry about Dimitri for the time being is a godsend for my mental health.
I let my mind wander but images of Dimitri soon overtake my mind and I know I can’t just sit here. I’m in Greece. I have no idea where Dimitri even is. This is the time to explore and have an adventure.
I leave the villa behind and start the walk down the long mountain. I come across cute little houses with people going about their lives.
A restaurant is serving drinks so I decide to order a glass of wine to help take the edge off.
I’ve never been one to drink much – mostly because my dad never let me until I turned twenty-one – so I know I have to be careful.
I can’t lose my head in a strange place with a husband I barely know.
But I need to just forget for a moment. Not be so afraid for a moment.
Once I finish my drink, I wander a little bit more, coming across a clothing store selling handmade shawls and dresses.
The owner, an old woman, doesn’t know any English but she encourages me with her hands to buy something.
My father packed my wallet in my suitcase so I do have my credit card I can use.
I decide to buy a new summer dress and head back to the villa, feeling tired from shopping and the wine.
My lifted spirits come to a crashing halt when I enter the living room and see Dimitri standing there.
Looking angry.
“Where were you?” he demands.
I hold up my bag. “I went shopping. Am I not allowed to go shopping?”
“You should have left a note. I didn’t know where you were.”
“I’m sorry. You were gone. I didn’t know how long you’d be. I wanted to enjoy the time out.”
“Without me.”
All I can do is stand there and look at him because it seems that no matter what I say, it’s not going to be good enough for him.
“I thought you were trying to run away from me,” he says, approaching me. I hold my ground. He won’t hurt me. He won’t hurt me.
“No. I was just… shopping.”
He sniffs the air. “And drinking, from the smell of alcohol on your breath.”
“Just one glass of wine.”
“It’s the afternoon.”
“It just sounded nice.” I duck my chin. What does Dimitri want from me? I don’t think I did anything wrong.
He places his fingers under my chin and lifts my head up to meet his eyes. “You are not allowed to go out shopping without me. I thought you were running away.”
“Where would I go to? I’m on an island.”
“You know what I mean. Don’t think I can’t tell how much I scare you. You don’t want to be with me.”
“I… I don’t know how to feel,” I admit and it’s the complete truth.
“Then I need to make sure you know how you feel about me. I need to make sure you never run from me.”
“I wasn’t running from you.”
He holds his hand up to silence me. “Go into the bedroom and get on the bed. On your stomach. And wait for me.”
I open my mouth to object but he gives me a dark look that tells me I shouldn’t test him right now. After setting my shopping bag down, I walk into the bedroom, forcing my legs to work. What is he going to do to me?
I lower myself onto my stomach and turn my face to look at the door. My heart won’t stop pounding.
Dimitri enters after a minute of me waiting. I can feel him standing right behind me and before I can even react, he grabs my waist and pulls my body down the bed until my feet are on the floor.
“That’s better,” he says before he flips my skirt up around my waist and quickly pulls my underwear down.
“What are you doing?” I gasp.
“Making sure you know that you belong to me.”
That’s when he spanks me.
It’s hard and fast and stings. A cry escapes my mouth.
“What are you doing?” I ask again. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“I said I wouldn’t rape you. There’s a difference. You need to learn a lesson, Sofiya.” He brings his hand back down, hard, onto my backside. The pain radiates right up my body. Another cry leaves me. I can’t get it to stop.
“Please,” I beg. “Please don’t do this to me.”
He slaps my ass in quick succession, one after the other. I know I’m going to bruise there if I’m not already. “You will not leave me.” Spank. “Do you understand me?” Spank. “Answer me.” Spank.
“Yes,” I sob, clutching the bedding between my hands. “Yes. I wont leave you. I promise.”
Even though I say what he wants to hear from me, he doesn’t stop spanking me. In fact, it seems to make him slap me harder. My backside is on fire. I kick my legs and try to wiggle away but it’s no use. Dimitri is in control right now and I’m powerless to him.
“If you ever want to leave this place, you will have me come with you. Understood?” Spank.
“Yes.” I sniffle this time, too tired to scream anymore, though tears still stream down my face.
“Good.” Dimitri lands another hard slap to my ass before he finally steps away from me, breathing heavy like it was a workout for him, when in reality, it was torture for me.
My husband is a monster. He’s finally showing me his true colors. How could I have had arousing feelings for him? Right now, all I feel is cold and alone.
Except… I can feel the wetness on my inner thighs. The spanking turned me on. How is that even possible?
I cry into the mattress – gut-wrenching sobs.
Dimitri sets his hand on my low back, above my bruised and stinging ass. “You are mine, Sofiya. I have made that clear to you. This is the first step in breaking you down. You will thank me in time.”
“You just want to make me into your doll. But I’m a human and I did nothing wrong. All I did was go shopping.”
“You haven’t seemed to learn your lessen then, have you?
” He slaps my backside all over again. “You may have just gone shopping. But you should have told me where you were going. You will never leave this villa or any house we stay in together without me knowing where you are going. Is that clear?” He spanks me again for good measure.
I nod.
“I need to hear your words.”
“Yes,” I say in a shaky voice. “I won’t leave without telling you where I’m going.”
“Good. Now let me make you feel good.” He brings his hand around my thigh and spreads my legs. “Are you aroused, Sofiya?”
“No.”
“No? Then why are your inner thighs wet?” He strokes his thumb across my inner thigh, making me gasp. I clutch the blanket tighter. “Did you like the spanking I gave you? Naughty girl.”
“I hated it.”
“Your body says otherwise.”
“My body doesn’t know what it wants.”
“I think it does. And it wants me to touch you.” He brings his fingers right between my legs and gently brushes them across my folds. My stomach clenches and my breath sharply inhales and exhales.
“Please,” I whisper, though what I’m begging for, I’m not sure.
“Do you want me to touch you, Sofiya?” He settles his finger right over my sensitive nub but he doesn’t press down. He doesn’t move an inch.
I can’t deny the strange arousal coursing through me but I’m also terrified.
And ashamed.
Ashamed that I have these feelings at all.
Dimitri wants to break me down until I’m fully his but I just can’t. Not yet.
So, I force myself to be strong and I say, “No. I don’t want you to touch me.”
He goes still for a moment before removing his hand from between my legs. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes. I won’t leave without you with me.”
“Good.” He pulls my panties back up. The moment the fabric settles on my skin, I almost cry out from the pain of it.
I have to clench my teeth together to keep from making a sound.
But I can tell Dimitri knows I’m in pain.
There’s a change to the air. A sense of smugness he feels knowing he has complete power over me.
After he places my skirt back down, he helps me stand up and then walks out of the room, leaving me feeling alone and confused.
And strangely missing him.
Dinner that night is an uncomfortable one.
I have no choice but to sit down at the table with my bruised backside and Dimitri knows it. A spread of food is on the table.
“Who made all of this?” I ask, trying to ignore my throbbing backside. I’m seated to Dimitri’s left, since he’s at the head of the table. There’s no other place I’d expect him to be. I could have sat at the opposite end but I don’t want to risk upsetting him and getting another spanking.
“I had a chef prepare the food for this. They just delivered it. Eat up.”
It’s hard to eat when my stomach is in knots so Dimitri scoops up a piece of a potato and artichoke dish and holds the fork by my mouth.
“Eat,” he commands. With a sigh, I open my mouth and let him place the food on my tongue. His eyes focus right in on my lips. It’s a sensual moment and it makes that throbbing sensation return to my core.
I take the fork from him. “I can feed myself.”
“Then eat. I don’t want you to starve.”
He talks like he cares about my well-being but after what he did to me today, I doubt it. He just wants to control me. No other reason.
“The food is delicious,” I comment.
“You know how to be polite when you want to be.”
“I didn’t mean to upset you today. I didn’t realize going out would be a problem. You should have told me it would have been and I would have listened.”
He sighs. “You’re right. I should have told you ahead of time. But now you know.”
Now I know. The pain in my backside won’t let me forget.
“I’m having a few guests over for tomorrow night.”
The sudden change in topic surprises me. “People? But it’s our honeymoon…”
“Yes. But I have some acquaintances here who want to meet up. They’ll come over tomorrow. You will be on your best behavior.”
“I know how to be. I’ve always made my father proud.”
“Now you have to make me proud. And today, you disappointed me. Don’t disappoint me again, Sofiya.”
The urge to cry hits me all over again. There is something about Dimitri – whether it be his handsomeness or his confidence or the way he commands the room – but I don’t want to disappoint him. I want him to like me for some reason.
He wants me to be consumed by him. Well, I wouldn’t mind the same.
“I won’t,” I promise. Now all I have to do is make sure I can keep it.
The food settles in my stomach like a weight. What will happen if I disappoint Dimitri tomorrow night? Will he do something worse than spank me?
I don’t want to find out anytime soon.