Chapter 8
Adrian carried me out of the nightclub over his shoulder. Behind him, his men shifted into their human forms and followed, spreading out around him in a security detail the likes of which I’d never seen.
He strode through the nightclub like he owned it. Not a single person made a move to stop him. To be honest, the sight of him and his men was probably pretty intimidating to a normal human, but that didn’t stop me from calling out for help as I struggled over his shoulder.
“Natalia,” he said softly in warning. He clapped one hand on my bottom, and I stilled, suddenly very aware of that part of my anatomy. It would take nothing for him to rip the dress that covered me and put me on display for everyone here in the casino.
“Let me go,” I pleaded.
“No,” he answered. “Ask me again and I’ll make sure you regret it.”
He patted my backside suggestively and my pussy clenched unbecomingly.
“Adrian, please,” I begged.
He didn’t answer me again as he walked out of the casino to a waiting limo. One of his men opened the door and he lifted me off his shoulder just enough to toss me inside. He sat beside me, and the same man shut the door behind us.
Adrian grasped my arm and put me over his knee before I even had a chance to blink. Without pause, he pulled up my skirts and gathered them at the small of my back. He grasped the thin gauzy panties that I’d been given by the vampires and ruthlessly tore them from my body.
I cried out, the flash of pain quick and fast and overwhelming. There wasn’t time for me to breathe through it either before his palm crashed down on my naked bottom.
“Wait!” I cried out.
“This is only the beginning of what is in store for you, my little human. You are my mate and by the time the sun rises, you will fully understand what that means,” he threatened, and I tried to push my hands against the seat so that I could escape his lap.
He was ready for me though and one hand pressed down hard on my back, pinning me against him.
His palm peppered the backs of my thighs hard. He spanked me far too quickly for me to string any words together aside from harsh gasps as I took each one.
He was silent as he spanked me in the car. I worried that someone else would see or hear me as the limo drove off at first, but the longer the chastisement continued, the more that no longer seemed to matter. Eventually, the only thing I could focus on was the harshness of his palm on my bare skin.
He peppered the entirety of my backside and all the way down my thighs.
When I kicked, he slapped the backs of my calves too and I did my best to keep them still after that.
It was extraordinarily difficult though and soon enough I did it again, earning another volley of spanks on the thickest part of my calf, which stung most of all.
“Please!” I finally managed to say when he slowed down just the tiniest bit. I drew in a shaky breath as he squeezed my bottom hard enough to make me cry out.
“Natalia, I’ve hardly even started,” he scolded. Slowly, he glided his rough palm over my bare bottom, taking care to touch every inch of my scalded flesh.
“It hurts,” I whispered softly.
“It’s supposed to, little mate. Now be a good girl and lie still unless you want to be walked through my casino with your bright red bottom bare and on display for everyone inside,” he answered darkly and without warning, he used his one hand to spread my bottom open.
His threat was fresh in my mind and the only thing I could do was lie there.
I tensed when his finger slid down my cleft, settling on my bottom hole with nefarious intention.
“Please,” I pleaded.
“You can beg for mercy all you want, little mate, but it’s not going to stop what you have coming tonight.
You ran from me. You put yourself in incredible danger by sneaking in and taking your sister’s place.
There were so many times when you could have been killed and I won’t rest until you tell me how sorry you are with a trail of pretty tears running down your cheeks,” he said purposefully, and a cool liquid dripped onto my bottom hole.
“What’s that?” I asked fearfully.
“It’s lubricant, naughty girl. This tight little virgin hole is going to be punished quite a bit tonight. I’m going to begin right now,” he murmured, and a hard rounded point pushed against it. “This is a plug for this naughty hole. In a short while, I’m going to replace it with my cock.”
I cried out as my pussy clenched down hard. He swirled the plug through the lube pooling between my cheeks before he very roughly pushed it inside me.
I stilled, instantly overwhelmed with a seemingly endless volley of stinging agony.
It radiated up and down my spine, originating in the tight ring of muscle in my bottom all the way through the rest of me.
I clenched my backside harder, and the pain worsened.
My hips rolled upward in an effort to lessen the painful burning stretch of the steel plug.
“The purple jewel of the plug looks so pretty just nestled between your bottom cheeks,” he observed, and I cried out in shame.
My face flamed with embarrassment, and I pressed my face into the cloth of the seat in an effort to hide as much as I could.
I parted my legs and the pain of the plug lessened and I was finally able to force myself to relax as much as possible.
My bottom hole still ached, but it was bearable now. I breathed a sigh of relief, trying to come to terms with the bulbous thing inside me. I was full in a way that I hadn’t ever felt before and when Adrian traced his fingers along my thigh, I came to a mortifying conclusion.
My backside and my bottom hole were both very sore and my pussy was soaking wet because of it.
“Naughty girl. I bet you’re going to be that much wetter after I start the punishment I had planned back in my penthouse,” he purred, and I shivered when he slid his fingers along my wet folds.
I knew him well enough by now not to try to reach back and stop him.
Instead, I just tried to hide as best as I could as he slid the tips of his fingers over my clit.
Fuck. I hated how good that felt.
“You’re going to cry for me tonight, little mate,” he promised, and I squeaked nervously as he toyed with the throbbing little bundle of nerves between my thighs.
The limo rolled to a stop, and I hummed in something that felt deceptively like disappointment as he pulled his fingers away. Behind me, I heard someone open the door and I moaned with mortification knowing they’d see my red bottom and the plug.
“What do you think, Enzo? She’s got such a pretty little bottom, doesn’t she?”
“That she does, boss. It’s not nearly as red as I thought it would be though,” the man outside the car said.
“I should make it much redder before I allow her out of the car, shouldn’t I?”
“It would teach your mate her proper place, I think, boss,” Enzo answered.
Without saying anything more, Adrian began spanking me really hard.
Each spank jostled the plug so that it pressed inside me that much deeper.
The feeling of the toy and the cruel sting of his palm was overwhelming.
I reached my hand back and he held it with his, never pausing as he painted my cheeks as red as he wanted.
When he was finally satisfied, he settled the hand he’d punished me with on top of mine.
“Lift your bottom, Natalia. Present yourself to Enzo. He’s going to decide if your naughty bottom has had enough,” he told me before he turned to address the man. “Do you think it’s red enough to remind her to be a good girl on the walk up to my suite?”
I hummed nervously. I wanted to tell him I would be a good girl, but I didn’t know if that was what he wanted to hear.
I closed my eyes, knowing that anyone nearby would have heard me getting disciplined like a naughty girl.
There didn’t seem to be any way out of this unless I wanted to be spanked even harder before being taken up to his suite for the rest of my punishment.
“I do think so, boss. Are you going to be a good girl for your alpha, Natalia?” Enzo asked.
“Yes,” I pleaded with embarrassment.
“Enzo is the beta of my pack, little mate. I’m certain this isn’t the last time he’d going to see this naughty little bottom spanked bright red.
Now ask Enzo very nicely to pull down your dress.
If you don’t obey like a good girl, I’m going to ask him to tear it off so that everyone in my casino understand what happens to bad little girls who need to be punished,” Adrian demanded.
My pussy clenched down so hard that it hurt. I had to open my mouth several times before I summoned up enough bravery to formulate an answer.
“Please pull down my dress, Enzo. I’ll be a good girl. I promise. I’ll go up with Adrian to his penthouse like a good girl,” I pleaded. My voice sounded so subdued, smaller even.
I prayed that I’d done a good job.
The two men remained silent for a long time, and I was all too aware of the plug pressed inside me and the burning sting that remained from my spanking. Eventually, Adrian cleared his throat and tapped the top of the steel toy several times.
“That’s a good girl,” Enzo answered, and I felt the warmth of his fingers at my lower back. He gathered the bottom hem of my dress and slowly covered my punished flesh. I breathed a sigh of relief to be granted such a mercy even though I knew I had far worse coming very soon.
When my dress had been pulled down, Adrian grasped my waist and passed me to Enzo outside the car. He tipped me so that I was standing once more. I stepped from one foot to the other, trying to grapple with the bulbous feeling of the plug inside me.
I couldn’t decide if I hated it or liked it.
Enzo put a finger under my chin and forced me to look up at him. He was a handsome man. His chin was hidden beneath a thick five o’clock shadow and the hard emerald of his irises appraised me.
“He’ll take care of you, Natalia. You just have to let him,” he murmured.