Lady Lesso's Impact

Aftermath Part Two

In which you failed Lady Lesso's expectations being an unbearable brat. You'll get what you deserve.

content warning: BDSM (slapping, whipping), orgasm denial 

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"I'm so disappointed in you, Y/N."

Her words circled my head like her dark, heavy steps and my heart sank. Involuntarily, I looked down to avoid her strong, inquiring gaze.
Yeah, I guess I let her down. Somehow, I felt ashamed of it and sorry at the same time, although another part of me wanted to rebel against that feeling.

Lesso finally stopped in front of me, her stature in the dark twilight of the Doom Room only a shadowy figure. In the faint ray of light, however, I could see her face if I only dared to look at her.

"You disobeyed my instructions", she said as a matter of fact. She didn't even sound very disappointed. Her voice was rough and dark and a small part of me knew she would enjoy what followed. After all, she was a villain and, frankly, she didn't really try to hide it. Not always, anyway.

Her fingers were fast on my chin, her nails literally drilling into my skin, and I forced a fearful whimper back into my throat as I encountered her terrifying look. She would hurt me. I knew that. And I also realized that my insides weren't just contracting from fear.
Since I didn't have much to lose, I wasn't very cooperative. Maybe also to make it not so easy for her – not to give her so much pleasure, so that she would have to get a little annoyed. She had annoyed me all day and I still felt a hint of dissatisfaction when I thought about it.

"Don't touch", she had ordered. "Don't you dare, love."

And what did I do? I enjoyed the idea of opposing her at that moment, and the idea of ignoring such a direct command had made me orgasm much faster. I'd have to pay for that now. Goddamn it.

The disapproving expression on her face was wiped out by a small grin, because she knew full well that I was afraid. It turned her on, which, in turn, would arouse me if I didn't actually fear she was going to lynch me right away.

Her nails were still on my chin, sharp and threatening. She gave me the choice to look at her voluntarily, then she forced me to do it with a strong jolt. I glared at her, perhaps for my last spark of courage not to fade, to not break the facade.

I didn't stand a chance, of course, but that didn't stop me from trying. At least I wasn't stupid enough to open my mouth and make it even worse for me.

Lesso growled: "Bad girls must be punished." Her voice softened a little, she leaned down to me and whispered: "You certainly understand that, don't you?" I heard her smile even though I couldn't see it and swallowed.

Her grip slipped a little deeper and closed around my neck. I choked, but I could take so much. Lesso seemed to be satisfied with the sound, pressed a little harder. Her gaze wouldn't let go of me, it penetrated me in a creepy way, and it didn't take a minute before I couldn't hide my fear any longer. Lesso beamed at this realization.
She grinned like a Cheshire cat, her eyes glowing and I knew I was done for. How far would she go? A shiver ran down my back as I thought about it, and I could no longer deny the wetness between my legs.

"Please don't hurt me", I wailed as she finally let go of me and watched me like fresh meat on a silver tablet. Please hurt me, I thought. Scratch me, bite me, slap me. My legs were shaking, and my breath was flat.

The blow came quickly and without a warning. My cheek hurt and burned before I could realize what had just happened. Lesso's hand was still in the air, and she looked at me again with that immeasurable expression on her curled lips.