The Werewolf King

3. Delicious

Avalyn

"Why were you late? I told you I hate waiting, pet!" he snapped at me. 

I crawled and kneeled next to his feet. "I'm sorry Master, I was cooking for your guests," I whispered, my eyes trained on the floor.

"You were cooking, eh? You kept me waiting for two minutes, pet. The first part of your punishment is that you will not have food for two days," he chuckled sadistically.

"Yes, Master, thank you, Master." I trembled, willing myself to not cry so he wouldn't extend my punishment. Not having food for a couple of days was normal. What scared me was the other half of the punishment.

He picked up my leash and started walking. I crawled behind him, trying to keep up with his pace. The other housekeepers looked at me in pity. No one said a thing. No one could say a word to him.

He brought me to the living room. I could see a lot of expensive-looking shoes. They must have been his guests'. He never let me wear clothes, saying he couldn't deny himself the pleasure of looking at me. Yet he called me ugly. He also said it was for easy access. The only thing I wore was his collar and leash, to show everyone that I belonged to him. He found new ways to break me every day. He abused me, broke me, and humiliated me in the worst ways.

It was to the point that I couldn't even feel my wolf. I had not even shifted yet!

"Gentlemen, let the show begin. Punishment position five, Pet," he ordered. I quickly crawled to the table and stood up, extending my legs to touch the table legs, and bent the upper half of my body to lean against the table. I knew what was going to happen, and I was terrified.

I could hear the sound of the whip snapping in the air. The tears were already forming in my eyes. Soon, the whip met my ass with a searing sting.

"One, thank you, Master." I always had to thank him for the punishment.

More lashes met my back, ass, and thighs. The sound of leather meeting my skin engulfed the room. I was sobbing badly and I couldn't take it anymore. His werewolf strength was no match for me. I was stronger than a human for sure, but I was also weaker than an omega.

"Please, no, please, Master, stop, no..." I was sobbing and crying but he did not stop, not until he got in a few more hits. By the time he was done, I felt like my backside was on fire. I took a harsh, shuddering breath. Thank Goddess!

"Okay, who wants to go next?" he asked.

Oh no! No more!

"I'll go," I heard someone say. More tears leaked from my eyes. I didn't dare move from my position or else it would be even worse.

This time I heard the 'swoosh' of the cane. My trembling and sobbing intensified. The cane was the most painful.

He started beating me with it. First on my left ass cheek, then the right, then between my cheeks, at which point I cried out. He kept repeating that pattern for a while.

"Red, Master, please, no, no, it hurts, please, Master, red, no!" I begged, using my safe word to make him stop, but as usual, I was ignored.

"Nice work, Adrik. You haven't lost your touch yet." I heard him laugh, the others joining him. I was still begging him to stop, sobbing hysterically.

"Avalyn, get up!" I heard a strong voice command and I jerked up, my eyes snapping open to see a worried-looking Master. My Master.

"Are you okay, Ava?" He asked, his worried eyes flying all over my face, taking in all the signs of distress. I knew I was all sweaty and my hair was a mess and I probably looked filthy but I schooled my expression so that he wouldn't worry about me unnecessarily.