Love And Hatred (GXG)

Twelve

I just realized I've been using "Laid" wrong this whole time. Instead of "laid" down it's supposed to be "lay" down when you're talking in past tense?? It sounds wrong, but oh well. 

We sat up from the ground and watched her. Her arms were crossed and she was clearly upset. "Come with me, Eleanor." She said sternly. I looked at Reagan before standing up. "Where is your collar?" This time she sounded irritated. I took it out of my pocket and gave it to her. She instantly put it back around my neck.

She began walking away with her hand on my back. "What are you going to do to her?" Reagan asked. Lilith stopped but didn't turn to look at her. "That is none of your concern."

"It is actually because she is my mate too and I would not want her to get hurt in your hands." Lilith approached Reagan, sizing her up as if trying to intimidate her. She put her finger in the hole of the tag of Reagan's collar and pulled her closer to her. Their faces were very close. "Eleanor is mine, and if I decide she needs discipline she will receive it, the same way she will receive pleasure."

She pushed Reagan away from her face and walked off with me in her hands. Reagan didn't try to follow us. Lilith took me to her room and locked the door. She watched me for a few seconds before approaching me. I looked into her eyes wondering what she would do to me. "Bend over the bed." I hesitated, afraid she would spank me the way she had done before.

She turned me around herself and bent me over. "You know why you are here don't you?" She asked. I nodded.

"Good." She lifted my skirt and pulled my underwear down. She took a handful of my bottom and squeezed it before dragging her hand further up my back behind all the fabric. She put pressure on my spine with the palm of her hand, I lay there still as ever. "Do you think I am treating you fairly?" She asked.

I gulped, I was not sure how to answer that question. I did appreciate all she had done for me, but something about her made me believe I should be frightened by her. Perhaps it was my instincts. "Is that a no?" She asked.

"I am unsure," I replied. Her hand retracted and I was suddenly turned around. She looked down at me, not a smirk as I had expected from her, but a much more serious look on her face. "I see she has already brainwashed you into believing she is the better option for you." She sighed.

I propped myself up with my elbows. "What? She has done no such thing, and there is no better option, I like you both equally." I defended. She was maybe a bit too possessive of me, I was afraid it would cause more trouble later.

"Lies, you do not like how I am treating you."

"Well yes, I just don't think I should be punished liked that, I am your mate."

"You are also my worker, you work in this castle and you are a maid. If you break my rules you will be punished. You know this by now, do you not?" She asked. I slowly nodded. She turned me around again and lifted my skirt up. 

She put the palm of her hand on my bare bottom, before removing it and bringing it back with great force. Each time our skin came in contact it made a smacking sound. 15 smacks later and she was finished. I lay there with tears in my eyes while she left to walk into the bathroom, she came back with a bowl of something in her hand.

She smeared something on my bottom, at first it stung but then it soothed my skin. It felt really nice, it made me relaxed. "Are you feeling better now?" She asked. I nodded, I knew if I tried to speak it would only come out like whimpers. She lifted me up and laid me down on my stomach in the bed, my skirt was still up which I was thankful for because I knew how rough the fabric felt against my tender skin after a punishment.

She put her hand in my hair and stroked it. "I am not doing this for fun, I am teaching you a lesson. You need to learn and you need to behave. Remember we do not live in the time you were born in, other people can be far crueler to wolves like you."

She was right, I had heard stories. Awful stories.

"You will be fine. Stay in here in the meanwhile."

I expected her to leave, but instead, she lay in bed and pulled me on top of her. She kissed my cheek a couple of times. She was a complicated person, but I had no intention of rejecting her as my mate. "I want you to get along with Reagan," I said. She gently squeezed my shoulder as she always did when I said something she didn't want to hear.

The woman kept silent so I continued. "You are not even trying. How am I supposed to be with the both of you when you make it impossible?" I asked.

"You can reject her and make things easier for us." She suggested.

"Or I could reject you and make things easier for Reagan and me." Of course I was not planning on it, but I needed to know what she thought of it, and how she would react to the suggestion. There was silence for a moment, maybe she was processing what I had just said. "What?" I knew she had heard me there was no reason for further explanation.

"You seem to cause more problems than Reagan, so why should I reject her?" I asked. I wanted her to understand that if she continued like that it would simply not work.

She pushed me off of her and I felt my bum burn as it came in contact with the fabric of the bed which luckily for me was much softer than any of my clothing. She strode out of the room without a single word. What I said to her had triggered that reaction, who knew where she went to.

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Posted: 08.03.23