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Chapter 2 : Worst Punishment Ever...

“Excuse me!” I gape in stark astonishment as my crazy master smirks at me. “You're out of your damned mind if you think I'll do anything after what you did to me. You can't just lock me up in a room for an entire week for no reason then show up on a random day to ask me to strip. Only because you want to. Guess what, Adrian? Not everyone's dreams come true.”

I huff in righteous anger and glare at him with every hurtful emotion he had made me feel in these past days.

But he doesn't even blink at my outburst.

“Ah, Esclave… Why do you always act like you want to be punished?” He talks slowly. His question gives me chills.

I act like I want to be punished!? God, he's fucking delirious.

Sticking out my chin in defiance, I cross my arms over my chest. He wants to play games. Fine! Two can play at this game. “So what if I act like I want to be punished? It's not like you're going to do anything about that.”

“What makes you think I'm not going to do anything about your defiance, Esclave?” He questions me, sounding genuinely surprised as if I've made an absolutely wrong assumption.

I snort in a very unlady-like manner but don't say anything. I don't know what to say. His tone has sparked fear inside my chest. I can't help but try to be a little cautious. I don't want to push all of his hot buttons.

And as though he just read my mind, Adrian pops open the buttons and shrugs out of his business jacket. My eyes widen in surprise. What the hell is he doing? The spark of fear erupts into flames inside my chest as I watch him drop the jacket at his feet. He prowls towards me while undoing his cuffs and rolling the sleeves past his elbows, showing off strong, corded forearms.

My stomach clenches and instinctively, I take two steps back. That makes my owner smile at me all too knowingly. I harden my expression. Fighting my instincts, I dig in my feet.

I refuse to give him the pleasure of my fear.

He takes the dress from me and places it back inside the armory when he reaches me. Then he circles me like a Predator, touching every inch with his dark electric eyes. My body tingles and tightens when I hear him hum deep in his throat with appreciation.

“I'll let you in on a secret;” He begins in his smoky voice, “I've been waiting for you to misbehave since the second I saw you standing there, in front of the bathroom door, all clean and fresh from an early shower, ready to brawl with me and get all dirty again...”

He chuckles lightly when he stops right in front of me and takes in my slacked expression. His dark eyes dance with salacious mirth. I meet his gaze head on… all the while chanting in my head, "He doesn't mean what he said. He won't mean what he said. He can't fucking mean what he said!"

“You're so beautiful…” He mumbles then trails off, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. His touch… so tender, it makes my rapidly beating heart thaw. When he cups my cheek, I lean into his touch. My eyes flutter close—Then snap open when his hand slides into my hair and tugs on the roots. I yelp.

“...And so responsive.” He finishes his twisted compliment with a soft but dark note in his raspy voice. A sickness gleams in his eyes as I stare into the guarded blue eyes of my captor.

To me, it appears like he's taking pleasure in my surprise and pain.

Okayyyy… he has really started to scare me now. It's like he can sense my fear and desire… adding fuel to both with his mind-bending moves and actions.

“You're hurting me, Adrian.” I say through my gritted teeth, fear and pain battle inside to dominate my actions. His pupils dilate with the increasing tightness of his finger in my hair, making my scalp burn. Pain wins and I hiss through my teeth.

“Isn't it the whole point of punishment? Teach you a lesson through pain that evokes fear as its antidote?” He asks me, his dark eyes fixating on my lips as he smiles coldly, wryly. “Though a rather toxic antidote. Isn't it? I mean, how can an antidote help you if it makes you so afraid… So fragile… So vulnerable… So weak…” He digs his nails in my scalp as he talks.

My eyes water. I mewl and scramble at his hand with my own nails to free myself. I even draw his blood. His face darkens. I watch him turn even more cold, even more ruthless in front of my terrified, tear-filled eyes. Without warning, his other hand shoots up and crushes my jaw between his long fingers, giving me another hand to scramble at and draw more wicked blood. He just smirks darkly.

My mouth goes dry when realization hits me like a cannonball. He wants me to make him bleed… so that he can have more reasons to continue and prolong his agonizing torture.

My first but not last tears stream down my face as pain intensifies in my skull. I frantically search his cold blue eyes for some mercy, so that I can plead. But except for dark pleasure at my suffering and black ravishing lust, I come up with nothing.

God… What have I gotten myself into? Why did I choose to be so pathetic? How could I let myself break so easily? I used to love being alone. Can't I escape back in that dark corner of my mind again?

I try to detach myself from my body but the pain is so intense… It's impossible to even think properly!

Well, fuck it all! I'd rather pass out then bear this torment. I'll fight until he has to either let me go or kill me and set my soul free.

I glare straight into my tormentor's soulless eyes, pain forcing me to be courageous and be defiant. I pull my knee back to hit him right in the balls. But being so close to me gives him an advantage. He senses my motive and as I drive my knee between his legs, his eyes narrow and he blocks out my advance easily, clamping up his feet. Oh crap!

He gives me a smug look as I stare in horror. He might be in a lust-filled haze but he hasn't gone out of his mind yet.

*Bloody Bastard!

I want to scratch that smugness off of his face!*

A new idea hits me at that very moment. My hands dart for his face and I manage to drag my nails down his left cheek. His squeezing fingers around my jaw slacken as his head jerks back with a hiss. A self-satisfied smile kisses my lips as I stare at his damaged face with victory… But… now that I've marked him, shouldn't he look bad or disgusting?

I stare in horror. Why the fuck is he looking even more rugged and masculine!? Why does the blood seem so natural on his face!?

I get distracted with my momentary thoughts but when the hand crushing my jaw leaves my face and goes to swipe his bloody cheek, I snap out of my shock and take advantage of the situation as he stares incredulously at his own blood on his hand. I slip out of his hold and push him away from me.

He stumbles, giving me enough space to turn on my heels, ready to to bolt. But he catches himself in the blink of an eye and never lets go of my hair. I run, only to be wrenched back to collide with his hard body.

“Let me go!” I cry out in panic as he lets go of my hair and wraps both of his steely arms around my middle.

“Fuck!” He grunts and curses heatedly in my hair when my leg kicks his shin. But he never lets go.

I continue thrashing around in his grip, flailing my legs, trying to kick him. But he's way too strong and powerful for me to take down.

I never stood a chance against him. But I couldn't help fighting anyway. At least, I have an excuse to give up now… more like give in, without feeling guilty and falling into self-loathing.

I fought with everything I had but I couldn't win. That's okay, I tried. I try to calm down as Adrian drags me out of the walk-in closet and leads me towards the bed.

I know what's about to come; he's going to take me.

He had wanted to take me all along. I was trying to ignore it all this time, but I can't, not anymore. I can't ignore his raging hard on digging in the small of my back.

“You're a fucking little whore, aren't you? Maybe I should fuck you like one.” He hisses through his clenched teeth and throws me on the bed, face down. Fury, mixed with lust, radiates out of him in hot waves. I lie there on my stomach, trembling and breathing rapidly, for less than 10 seconds before I'm scrambling up to get away.

“Oh no, you don't.” His fingers wrap around my ankles in a vice-like grip and he slides me all the way down… until I'm bent over the edge of the bed with my knees on the ground and my upper body pressing into the mattress.

Adrian puts his hand between my shoulder blades and keeps me flat. “I won't let you get away this time. You need to be punished, whore. You've just begged me with all of your futile fighting.”

The sheer twisted enthusiasm in his voice makes me sob helplessly. I bury my face in the sheets and try to ignore the way he's breathing like a lust-driven beast over me. His hands grope and travel down my body till he has discovered my ass. He flips up my shirt hiding my rear and leaves me bare for his eyes to leer.

I wait, breath held, to see if he's going to squeeze my ass till I'm squirming in pain again. But when a minute ticks past without anything, I involuntarily start relaxing… that's why when he spanks my ass, I squeak both in shock and pain before I can bite my lip.

His first blow doesn't hurt so bad, just stings. Though the next one causes more trouble, making me wrangle my yelp in my throat. I let out a choked noise when he spanks me the third time. My bottom hurts, it burns with a nasty sting as my eyes rain with shameful tears when I realise what's happening to me.

I just hope he doesn't find out.

My body tenses up, expecting another ringing slap. But it never comes. Instead, two fingers drive into my vagina from behind. I scream and turn feral. His intrusive fingers stretch and rub against my clenched walls.

My cheeks ablaze at his deeply resonating voice when he growls, “Christ! You're sopping wet, Esclave!”

I cry harder. I thrash hard. I fight harder.

Yes, I'm wet. Extremely wet because he's trying to beat me into submission. In my dreams, I would get this much wet only when there was hard-edged violence in sex. I couldn't get off if I didn't feel pain.

Silent tears of self-disgust roll down my temples as I feel myself quickly building towards an intense climax with his fingers pumping so hard in my cunt. I go still, all the rebellion leaves my system when mind-numbing pleasure blooms.

Sensing my acquiescence, Adrian removes his hand from my back, knowing that I'll not try to run.

And I don’t disappoint.

I remain on my knees, hands fisting the bed sheet and body hunched over the edge. I let him fuck me with his fingers and rub my clit. Slowly and softly, he leads me towards an explosive orgasm.

His free hand comes up to tangle in my hair when I'm right on the edge. Snapping my head back, he bites then licks my earlobe, making me moan wantonly as he whispers harshly, “Do you want me to take you over the edge?”

I don't respond.

He pulls harder. “Tell me, Esclave.”

“Yes—!” I choke on the pulsing pleasure when he curls his fingers deep inside while circling my taut clit with his thumb.

“Then beg for it.” He demands through clenched teeth.

That demand snaps me out of my trance and I hiss, “Never!”

I bite my lip, trying to squirm out of his painful grasp on my hair. I won't beg for anything. He can go fuck himself. Begging would be the ultimate betrayal; I'll lose the last bit of my dignity.

“Esclave, doesn't it feel good? Don't you want to come? Beg me or I'll leave you hanging in there.” He warns.

I squeeze my eyes shut and press my lips together against the urge to beg and gain my relief.

“You don't want to beg. Fine by me. We'll do this your way then.”

I try to make sense of what he just said, but when he pumps his fingers harder, all thoughts flee my head. My walls desperately try to suck him in deeper as my hips start moving on their own accord. He removes his thumb from my clit and increases the pressure inside, making me gasp over and over again.

My entire body shakes with rapidly building intensity in my lower belly. The knot tightens and tightens and tightens… and just as I'm about to explode, Adrian kisses my neck softly and withdraws his fingers, saying, “No.”

Then he releases my hair.

Shaking violently with my muscles wound so tight and no relief, I slump down on the bed, heaving, crying, sobbing.

The sadistic bastard denied me my release and my traitorous body obeyed him like a loyal devoted slave and didn't come. God, I want to die right now before he makes me change my mind again.

“All you had to do was beg and I would have let you come, Esclave.” My cruel master pulls away from me, his words rubbing salt into my wounded pride. “But you had to be stubborn, didn't you?”

I block my ears with my palm so I can't hear him anymore. But it doesn't work. His chuckles resonate over my skin, making me want to strangle him with my bare hands.

He laughs at my reluctance to move. Then stops.

There is a brief pause… I don't hear him but I know he's not here. I lift my head, look around then pull myself up on the bed.

The juices of my arousal are still running down the insides of my thighs, making me repulse. I feel irritated and unsatisfied because of getting turned down for an orgasm. It hurts too, the discomfort has lingered. And all this makes me even more mad at my fucking tormentor.

This is the worst punishment ever, I think sullenly as I wipe my tears roughly with the back of my hands.

I startle and gasp out loud when Adrian reappears out of the thin air and hovers on my right side, fully dressed and once again, looking impeccable. He must have gathered his things and went to the bathroom to straighten out his attire.

And despite my hatred and loathsome feelings for my master, my swollen inner walls clench, making me even more wet. I'm in a state of pure agony, caught up in a recurring battle of my confused feelings and inane desires.

Adrian watches me silently as I fall apart in front of his eyes. Soul-wracking sobs tear out of my throat as I bawl my eyes out, feeling ever so miserable and pathetic due to my lack of control on my own body and its responses.

I turn stiff when I feel a warm hand stroke my head, pull back my long strands and tuck them behind my ear. His tender gesture makes my heart flip inside my chest. I sniffle as my cries quiet down slightly. But just as I start leaning into his touch, he retreats. Again! Fuuuuck!

“Get dressed in the clothes I've picked out for you and meet me down in the living room. You have half an hour. Be quick or you'll regret slacking.”

With that cold, bone-chilling threat, he leaves me to my own devices. Now that I know how far he can go and how much damage he can do, his threats are like walking ghosts, haunting me until I give in and oblige.

As the baritone of ruthless energy strolls out of the open doors, I wonder if he had ever really cared about me.

Was everything I felt that night, existed only in my head?

The mere thought twists my heart so painfully and makes my mind hurt so bad, I have to scramble away to indulge in getting dressed so that I don't kill my own self before the hole forming in my chest can kill me.

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