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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

Chapter 13

I suspired deeply as Yves pushed my bedroom door open and led me in. He locked it before making his way to my plush bed. He settled his gargantuan self on the edge before facing me.

"Come here baby," he smirked as I tingled in excitement. His voice sounded so sexy whenever he used that nickname.

I slowly walked towards Yves before stopping in between his legs. He looked down at me with a wicked smile then placed his hand on my waist.

"On my laps." Was all he said and I calmly complied. I enjoyed sitting his laps, I admit.

He pulled the gown strings loose then pushed it off my shoulders then down my body. His eyes immediately darkened at the sight of me in my lingerie and I internally smiled when his jaw started clenching.

"You really do deserve punishment Isla," he sucked his teeth while lifting my entire body with one hand and laying me across his laps.

"What if I wore it for you?" I probed quietly.

"But you didn't." His sonorous tone vibrated through my body as he pulled the thong I was wearing with one finger until the elastic material snapped. I gasped loudly but that didn't faze him.

"I'm going to spank this perfect derriere of yours as a lesson Isla, do you understand that?" I nodded at his statement. He sounded serious and I didn't plan on defying him. Yet.

"You're going to count each one and if you make any sort of sound, I will restart from zero. Are we clear?" I nodded again.

"Use your words Isla," he growled against my ear.

"Yes Yves." I whispered as his large hand began to massage my ass.

I winced hard when I felt the painful sting on my left ass cheek, the sound echoing through the room. I inhaled sharply, taking a brief moment to allow the pain to fade. Yves had thoroughly vanquished me this time. Again.

"One," I whispered and he didn't waste time in giving me the second smack, much harder than the previous one. I couldn't help but whimper and immediately cursed to myself.

"Start over Isla," Yves' deep voice said as he massagede, before his hand came in contact with my flushed skin again.

"One-"

"Zero." He corrected and I gasped in horror.

"But-"

"We'll start from minus one." I closed my mouth immediately.

Yves assaulted my ass again with an undeniable force that made me grit my teeth in pain, but I managed to suppress any sound whenever he'd massage me to soothe the pain.

"Zero," I sighed but he nevertheless continued. I managed to inhale my way through the punishment until he finally stopped.

My skin was numb, hot and irritated afterwards, and I couldn't help but blush at the fact that my labia was bare. Yves nevertheless pulled me back into his laps, some white panties that matched my bra in his large veiny hand.

"So tell me, what was the real reason you wore this?" He grey eyes watched me as I fiddled with my tiny hands, his grip on my slim waist making me feel hot all over.

"I was going to take some selfies," I spoke in an innocent voice, avoiding his gaze.

"For who?"

"My old roommate Zoë. I promised to send her some," I whispered as he leaned slightly towards my legs.

"That's more like it," he murmured whilst pulling the fabric up my legs until my labia was covered. "And next time, send some to me too." He lifted my chin and I felt my cheeks get warmer.

"Hmm, I'll think about it." I pretended to look serious before laughing, "of course I will."

"Splendid."

"My ass hurts," I pouted childishly as he chuckled in amusement.

He was a beautiful man and there was no denying it. His wavy hair falling across his face, his jaw sharply chiselled and his Cupid's Bow defined in a perfect arch.

His stalwart chest heaved slightly as he breathed quietly, his mixture of aqua and rich, masculine musk filling my nostrils and reminding me of all the times he had come into my room and touched me then disappeared afterwards.

"I'll give you some ice and a massage, how's that?" He murmured into my ear and I giggled quietly.

"That would be nice."

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"Maybe we should have stayed at home," I mumbled whilst sipping my lemonade.

"What's wrong Isla?" Yves questioned, his beautiful stormy eyes staring at me with full attention and concern. I loved it when he used my name, he said it so eloquently. So slowly...

"You're very famous, now people won't leave us in peace," I pouted dramatically. It was all I ever did to express my feelings.

"We could get a tale away then go back. Don't worry your pretty little mind about such insignificant matters," Yves reached his large hand out to take my tiny hand before kissing it gently. We were at a restaurant having some lunch because he insisted we do so.

"You're so sweet. I have one question though," he raised his eyebrows inquisitively.

"What is it?" He stroked the back of my hand.

"What really attracted you to me?" I tilted my head curiously.

"Do you always need some sort of validation all the time? Why don't you just believe that you're worthy?" My brows raised in shock at his remark.

"Oh? Is that what you think, that I need you to tell me I'm beautiful every minute? No Yves, I don't need you, on fact, you think I'm so desperate-"

"That's not what I said-"

"But that's what you're fucking implying, isn't it?" I abruptly stood up from my chair.

"Relax, Isla-"

"I will not take any fucking order from you. I don't even want to eat anymore." I took my purse before storming out of the restaurant.

Maybe he was right. I wanted some sort of comfort. After all the terrible things people said to me, I wanted him to remind me that I was beautiful. Was that too much to ask from a partner?