CHAPTER 10 “Bad Girls Get Punished”
“Bad Girls Get Punished”
Moonlight bleeds through the canopy in narrow streaks, casting long, skeletal shadows across the forest floor. Branches like gnarled fingers claw at the sky, black against the pitch-dark heavens. A sharp wind hisses through the trees—not a breeze, but something colder. Intelligent. Searching.
I fly through the forest, the branches nicking me. My shirt, once a light gray, is now tattered and soaked in both rain and mud, snagging on brambles that seem to reach for me with malicious intent. My breath comes in ragged gasps, each inhale cutting my throat like broken glass.
The longer I run, the more the trees close in, forming a cathedral of decay around me, bark split and weeping tar, like old wounds that never heal.
My fear takes over, fueling my muscles as I run like a woman possessed for safety.
I glance back.
A tall, dark form shrouded in shadows stands between the trees, observing me. Its outline is vaguely human, but stretched in places where no body should bend—too long in the arms, too narrow in the shoulders, its head tilted at an angle that defies balance.
I stop dead in my tracks, my curiosity getting the better of me.
It stands among the trees—motionless, wrong.
The air around it pulses with a quiet, invisible pressure that makes the ground seem to hum.
Shadows cling to it, drawn like smoke toward fire, and the faint scent of decay now hangs heavy in the cold.
Even the darkness seems afraid, pulling back from the figure where it stands.
Turning towards it, I feel a ripple of energy hit my chest, one that makes me recoil back in pain.
Malice radiates from the slender form, attacking me in extreme waves of greed and hate.
Agony rips through my soul, my heart on the verge of being split in two from the sorrow and despair that is wreaking havoc on it.
In the flash of an eye, the shape lunges forward, flying at me with impossible speed, and I balk, not knowing what to do as my muscles lock up and refuse to function.
Come on, come on.
Move, Elena!
Eyes wide, I retreat, not daring to take my sights off of the ominous shadow. Stumbling, I catch myself against a tree whose bark peels back beneath my palm like burned skin.
My heart pounds, threatening to explode.
Behind me, the sound of wet breath.
This isn’t happening.
This isn’t real.
This—
Fingers grab me from behind.
I scream, clasping my lids together as my hands fly out, hitting their target with relentless speed and determination.
“Calm the fuck down!”
Chest heaving, I dare to open one eye. Hunter’s annoyed face stares back at me, a deep frown etched into his youthful features.
“What is the matter with you?”
Wheezing while I grip my middle, I double over, my stomach’s contents emptying all over the forest floor as I vomit.
“For fuck’s sake, here.” He extends a handkerchief. “What, in the ever loving hell, are you doing in the middle of the forest, at this time of night?”
I take it, not bothering to look at the man that’s indirectly the cause of my current state.
“I’m going for a midnight stroll.” Sarcasm brews in me as I begin to resent my current position. It’s all my fault that I’m in this mess to begin with. If only I had stayed in the goddamn cab—
“I see,” Hunter interrupts my raging thoughts. “You’re one of those bitter women—” He pulls me up into a standing position. “—that think the world is to blame for everything that doesn’t go the way they expect it to.”
My face contorts into a mask of disgust as the last word leaves his mouth.
Asshole.
Yanking my arm out of his hold, I turn around, searching for the foreboding shape that ambushed me mere moments ago.
The trees lie before me, their branches intertwining while shadows swirl around them, not a hint of the dark form anywhere in sight.
“Where did it go?” I mumble, spinning around in a circle as my gaze darts through the forest.
Arching a thick brow, Hunter follows my line of sight, a baffled look on his face. “Alright, I think you’ve been out long enough. Let’s get you back to the house.”
“There was something there—”
Frowning, he pulls me by the elbow, dragging me after him as he marches towards the mansion. “There was nothing there. Just your wild imagination and the need for some excitement in your very boring life.”
Barging through the front door, it closes with a resounding thud as Hunter kicks it shut behind us.
“What happened to you?” Rein’s wide steps take him to where I’m standing in my newly torn clothes, inspecting me from head to toe with a wide open mouth and a clear look of annoyance.
“You seem to have a talent for ruining your clothes. Not to mention how you brought dirt into the house. Yet again.” All three of us glance down at my muddy feet.
“Might want to get cleaned up before Nikolas gets back.”
Hunter hisses at my side, cursing under his breath. “Shit.” Rubbing his face, he runs his fingers through his hair before glancing through the window. “The guest bathroom is on the top floor, last door at the end of the hall. I’ll get you something to put on. Go now, hurry.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, I fly up the stairs, excitement brimming in my veins.
Finally.
I long for a hot bath, for the soothing effect of water on my skin.
After a few wrong turns, I find the said bathroom. Opening the door with careful movements so as to not barge into the wrong space and have that domineering man punish me for my mistake, I carefully step inside—and freeze, my breath catching in my lungs.
Even in the dim light, the bathroom is exquisite, with gray marble tiles sprinkled with intricate gold lines, while the walls are painted in a stunning canvas of feasting bears and ripe autumn fruits of apples and pears.
A glass shower cubicle larger than my closet at home is planted in the middle of the room, the matching brass shower head and faucet glimmering in their full glory.
“Unbelievable,” I breathe, approaching the beautiful piece of art. My fingers graze the largest bear’s features, memorizing the delicate strokes of the brush.
A knock interrupts my marveling.
“I’ve brought you a clean towel and an old nightgown no one uses anymore,” Hunter’s voice rumbles behind the wood. “I’ll leave them in front of the door. Don’t take too long. Niko will be returning shortly.”
Nodding to myself while questioning the heightened and more than obvious fear that the two brothers have of their eldest sibling, I finally get to work.
My ruined garments and underwear find their place on the floor before I step into the massive shower, the hot water spraying my skin and cleansing the dirt and panic from my system.
I close my eyes, relishing in the sweet sensations flowing through me as I take my time.
A hand grabs my waist, pulling me back. “Has the historian been a bad girl?”
I gasp, shivers erupting all over my skin while my heart thunders wildly in my chest. I feint disinterest and attempt to push away but Niko pulls me back, firmly planting me against his hard body.
“Yes,” the deep timber of pure man vibrates against my ear, ignoring my flimsy demand.
“You’ve been a very bad girl.” Strong arms engulf me as his left hand cups my right breast, massaging it firmly, and I stifle a moan.
“You need to be punished for wandering around at night.” His other hand slides over my stomach, reaching the aching place between my thighs.
“You will learn to be obedient, little lamb.” And without warning, his middle finger drives into me.
I groan, my head falling back onto Niko’s chest as he slowly begins to play.
“I don’t appreciate having to repeat myself.” He adds a second thick digit, stretching me and making me whimper with need. “You need to be a good girl for me, and fucking behave.”
A third finger thrusts inside my soaked pussy, filling me up to the point of bursting, and I moan, grabbing his forearm with both my hands.
“You’re testing my patience, little lamb—don’t.” The hissed warning is laced with an air of danger, as if hiding a silent threat that my mind refuses to acknowledge.
My nails dig into his muscles while he curls and scissors his fingers, mercilessly pumping away. His other hand tightens, playing with my flesh, pinching and rolling my nipple until a sharp little peak forms.
His languid mouth meets the side of my neck, right underneath my jaw, warming my blood as he licks a trail over my throat. Moisture pours out of me, dripping down his fingers and knuckles, coating them in my arousal.
“Already so goddamn wet,” he whispers in my ear mockingly, driving his fingers deep. “Is that all for me? Does little Miss Proper like being punished by the Big Bad Bear?”
“No,” I rasp, impaling myself on his hand, desperate for some friction. “And you don’t scare me.”
He chuckles, pulling his fingers out of my sopping cunt, and pushes me against the glass. “Be afraid, little lamb, be very afraid.” His cock drives into me in one swift motion, pinning me in place. Strong hands grab a hold of my hips, yanking my ass back and making my back arch.
“Oh my God,” I croak, rising to stand on my toes, my fingers scratching at the glass door, desperately looking for some purchase.
“Pick a word,” he orders, his hold on me like two bars of steel.
I shake my head, not understanding.
“A word that you will speak only if and when what I’m doing to you is too much for you to handle. A word that when you say it while I’m destroying your tight little body, will make me stop immediately. No questions asked.”
My mind spins with the implications of what he’s revealing to me.
“Elena,” he repeats, caressing my backside, tone calm. Patient. “I won’t continue until you tell me your word.”
My walls clench around him, and I’m tempted to move my hips but instinct tells me that it would be a very bad idea, and that in doing so, I would ruin whatever this is.
We’re both silent, the air thick with anticipation. My body aches, my pussy pulses. Desperate. Pleading. And I spit out the first word that comes to mind: “Barbora.”
A pause, and then—
“Good. Remember your word,” he says, wrapping one massive hand around the back of my neck while he remains still, cock buried to the hilt.
“And remember, you submitted to me.” His cock throbs, and I whimper again.
“I am free to do whatever I want to you. The only way I stop, is if you say your word.”
Spreading my ass cheek wide with his free hand, he slowly pulls out, but not all the way, no, just until only the tip remains.
A long, torturous moan escapes my parted lips and my head falls forward, resting on the glass, as he slowly pushes forward, then out again, repeatedly, and each time, I feel my walls shudder, greedily trying to suck him back in.
“The way your cunt is swallowing my cock makes me want to rip you apart, little lamb. It makes me want to do very, very bad things to you.”
He plunges back in, quickening his pace. Both hands are now wrapped around my neck, pressing on my windpipe and making it difficult to breathe. My legs shake. My entire body trembles from his assault.
“Don’t stop,” I rasp, cheek pressed against the glass, lost in the overwhelming sensations. Not caring for how desperate I sound while wheezing for air, but I don’t say my safe word. I can’t.
I want more.
I need more.
“Please,” My hand lowers between my thighs until it reaches the swollen bundle of nerves, begging to be touched. “Please!”
He stops. Releases my neck. Spreads my ass wide. And spits.
A sharp inhale is all I have time for before he coats my pucker with his saliva, then inserts a thick finger.
“Oh, fuck.” My own fingers circle my clit, and suddenly, the sensitivity overload is too much. The pressure of being filled so completely, in both of my holes—too much, and I don’t know where I am anymore. All I know is I don’t ever want this feeling to end. “More, Niko. I need more.”
“It’s Nikolas.” He fists my long locks, pulling my hair and causing my back to arch painfully. My palms fly to the glass, holding on for dear life while he destroys me.
My toes curl and heat begins to rise in my center. “Oh, God!”
He stops, pulling both his finger and cock out. Yanking my head back, his lips meet my ear. “What’s my name?” he hisses, an angry scowl on his rugged face.
“Niko,” I breathe, pussy and ass clenching around empty air. He pulls at my strands again, sweet pain shooting through me. “Nikolas, your name is Nikolas.”
He growls, satisfied, the throbbing livid head and missing finger driving into me once more. “Now, you get to come.” His thrusts turn ruthless as he fucks me hard into the glass, the panels shaking from the sheer force of it.
I lock up. The orgasm explodes through me. He follows, groaning, his cum spraying my insides, but then he releases himself, spraying my back, as well, and now two trails of hot liquid drip down my ass crack, over and from my gaping entrance, and down my trembling thighs.
It feels filthy, and wrong, and oh so depraved, yet it feeds something primal in me. The side of me that I’ve kept hidden for the entirety of my adult life. The side that was begging to be seen—and set free.
My body is limp as the wave of bliss begins to retreat, my pussy still pulsing from the magnitude of my orgasm, and just when I think he’s done, Niko dips his fingers into the load of cum coating my leg, and brings it to my mouth.
Without a word, he spreads it over my lips, then shoving his fingers into my mouth, declares, “We don’t waste food in this house. Finish your fucking meal.”
Eagerly, I lick him up, my tongue swirling around his two fingers and between the knuckles.
I don’t recognize myself, and yet, I’ve never felt more alive.
“Do not ever go into the forest again, Elena,” Niko threatens, his voice low, hooded eyes locked on my face while stroking the curve of my spine. “I forbid it. And next time, should you disobey me, I won’t take it so easy on you.”