Chapter 8
Kitlyn
He watched me play with myself. What a pervert! I wish the floor would swallow me up right now. I'm so fucking embarrassed.
I pursed my lips together while I got off the bed, standing on my tippy toes to keep from putting pressure on my wounds. I have smoke coming out of my ears. I am so angry that I can’t contain my temper any longer. I lost my shit and let him have it.
“God, I hate your fucking guts! How dare you watch me and invade my privacy!!! You are a creepy motherfucker! And I would appreciate you addressing me by my real name, not the fucking degrading ones you keep using!!!”
I was too livid to keep calm. Without thinking, I charged at him, bloody soles and all. I pounded on his chest with my fists while kicking him with my slashed feet.
I was so angry that I hardly felt the pain circulating through the throbbing cuts on the bottom of my heels and halfway up my calves, and I certainly didn’t think about the consequences that would follow.
Atlas
She charged me like a hellcat. Her tiny fists kept hitting me, but I barely felt it. I am done with her little fits. With a growl, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder for the second time tonight. She's pissing me off to the highest level of pissivity, and now she is going to pay for it.
She was kicking and screaming hysterically. Her feet are bleeding again, leaving a trail of red spots on my fucking floor. What a goddamn mess!!
I will deal with her shitty attitude right now! It's going to be a long night. I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her off my shoulder by the waist, and dragged her across my lap. I remove her thong with one yank, ripping the dainty fabric in the process, and throw it on the floor.
“I’ve been tolerant long enough!” I snapped.
“You want to test me, you little brat? Well, you have done it now. I don’t care for women who do not behave. I will break you, young lady, and you will do as you're told.”
She is still screaming and twisting her body, trying to get away. I push my elbow into her back, holding her still while bringing my large hand down across one cheek. She shrieks as my palm connects with her bare ass.
“If you keep struggling, it will only hurt worse. If I have to tie you up and whip you, I will. Do not push me. Stop kicking!” I yelled, having lost all patience.
I brought my hand down on her bottom…hard, leaving a deep red mark on her pale skin. She screams louder, striking out at me with her legs as I continue to spank her.
“Okay, I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.”
I sit her on the floor, go to the closet, and grab a tie. She is scrambling to get up, but her feet are bleeding everywhere, so instead, she drags her ass across the room, trying to get to the door. I don't know why she is making this much more complicated than it should be, but it is her choice.
I grab her by the wrists, pulling her up onto her knees. Yanking her tee shirt over her head, I removed it more forcefully than necessary. I threw it on the floor, leaving her completely naked and at my mercy.
I pull her arms behind her back, binding them, but not enough to cut off her circulation. I don't want her wriggling out of her confines. She is whimpering but no longer fighting.
I look down at her with a scowl on my face. She is still upright on her knees. I was going to put a pillow down for her to kneel on so she would be more comfortable, but I am so pissed I don’t even offer it to her.
“Lean forward, chest down, and open your legs."
Her face turned pale, and she started to shake.
My voice was deep and unforgiving. "I didn't want to do this, but you gave me no choice. I'll show you what happens to bad girls who don’t follow orders.”
She starts crying again, looking at me with remorse in her sad green eyes. “I am sorry. Please don’t do this!” she begged, sobbing loudly.
I don’t care about the waterworks. I only want to get her under control, into the tub, and put her to bed for the night.
“Your tears do not affect me. I said spread your legs, or I will do it for you. Be prepared, because this will not be pleasant.”
Her cries echoed loudly in the room, but she obeyed my command. She opened her legs, showing off that beautiful cunt. I pay no mind to the pink flesh winking at me. She is being chastised for acting like a spoiled princess. There's no time for pussy worship right now.
I did not hurt her, yet she continued to poke the bear. I removed my belt from my jeans. I hear her breath catch in her throat. Her body shakes with fear as she continues to sob violently. I know I am a sick fuck because it turns me on to see her in this state.
She yells loudly, making the hairs on my neck stand up.
“Pleeeeease don’t fucking hit me with that belt! I can’t take that kind of pain!”
Her pleas are turning me on, so I grab another tie from the closet and gag her with it. This isn’t the time for my dick to get hard and fuck her into oblivion. My focus is to stay in control and teach her a goddamn lesson. The sooner she knows who is in charge, the better.
I have a lot to do in the morning, and I have little time left to deal with an uncooperative imp.
She turned her head to look at me. I can see the terror in her eyes, and for a split second, I get a slight twinge of conscience because she is, after all, my object of desire.
My everything. The very oxygen I breathe, but she needs to obey.
I dropped the belt on the floor and removed the gun from my waistband.
I look over at her. She is still shaking uncontrollably.
I don’t want her to think I am going to use it on her, so I unload the weapon immediately, putting the bullets and the gun in the safe behind my wall with all my other weapons.
I notice the relief on her face when I stand behind her again. I don't intend to use the strap on her right now. I do not need it to get the desired effect I am aiming for.
I move behind her, taking in the sight of her on all fours.
I breathe in deeply, keeping my desire to whip the shit out of her under control.
No matter how badly I want to make her squirm under my belt, I remind myself that she is still working through her ordeal, so I stay focused on using my hand only.
It will hurt, but not as bad as the leather strap.
I rub her cheeks lightly, admiring the perfect little orbs. I can see the folds of her pink sex. I wonder if she is wet, but pussy adoration is for another time. I keep rubbing her beautiful, pale skin, getting her to relax a bit.
She isn’t crying as much.
I look down at her, taking in her perfect ivory cheeks once again, before turning them crimson red.
“Now, I want you to take your punishment like a good girl. I was kind to you all night, yet you insisted on pushing my buttons. You tried to run and then insulted me, not to mention lashing out at me just a few minutes ago. This spanking is for what just transpired between us. You will get what you deserve for trying to escape and not coming down from the tree when I told you to…. another time. This will hurt, so balance yourself as best as you can. The blows will be hard, and remember this is your fault. I apologize, but you leave me with no choice. I own you, and you will obey me whether you like it or not.”
I heard a muffled cry before my hand came down hard on her naked ass.
Kitlyn
The blows kept landing in quick succession.
Whack…whack…. whack….whack.
Each one was harder than the one before. I tried to get away from him, twisting my body with each strike, but he gripped me around my middle with one hand while spanking my ass with the other.
I am sobbing into the gag, still trying to wriggle away, but his firm hold around my stomach wouldn't allow me to move.
My bottom is on fire, and I am screaming my head off, but the makeshift gag stifles my desperate cries.
The tears fall freely, creating a puddle on the floor.
My head is turned to the side while my stalker continues to spank me.
I can see his thick legs from where I'm bent over on the floor. He still has on his jeans and tee shirt. I watch his muscular arm flex as he repeatedly thrashes my bottom.
How many times has he struck me? I lost count. My whole body is a sweaty mess as I continue yelling into the gag. My voice feels hoarse, and my throat is dry. I am having a tough time swallowing. The pain is unbearable, and he isn’t stopping. He just keeps bringing his palm down repeatedly.
He's hit me so many times my ass feels numb. I barely feel the blows anymore. I am zoning out like I did as a kid when my mother used to beat me with a belt or anything else she could get her hands on.
It is almost surreal. I feel like I am floating outside my body. I guess the endorphins in my brain are kicking in to ease the pain. Each blow pushes me forward slightly, but his grip around my middle stops my body from moving too far.
I am a fucking slobbering mess. My eyes are blurry, and I can barely see through my tears. The spanking is horrible enough, but the shame I feel is worse. I am bent over on my knees, completely naked, while this strange man spanks me like a naughty child.
The repeated whacks make my tits bounce, and I have my legs spread wide, displaying all my private parts. If that isn't humiliating, I don't know what is.
I am still looking at my captor from my side view. He removed his shirt. He isn't sweating at all. I, on the other hand, am drenched from head to toe from the brutal spanking I am being forced to endure.
The blows finally stop. I close my eyes, thankful it is over. I sob silently into the gag, not wanting to annoy him with my screams. I cautiously look back at my Dark Knight, taking in his chiseled arms.
He is huge. His stomach is ripped without an ounce of fat. Under different circumstances, I would have screwed him willingly. He is a gorgeous god. I can’t lie to myself, no matter how badly I want to kill him.