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27📚|Punishment

Trigger warning ⚠️ abuse

Kyle's hand found its way onto my cheek, brushing his knuckles against my skin in a feathery touch. My body shivered and my eyes closed, I knew what was coming and the anticipation was killing me, I was wrong again and even got Kyle in trouble because I couldn't control myself. I deserved to be punished.

"I'm sorry professor Norman," I whispered and a tear rolled away, he remained silent retracting his touch from me. He walked towards the door, his feet not making any sound as they touched the carpet, my eyes found their way onto his back, the muscles rippling as he walked and his tattoos curving with them but what sent shivers down my spine was the reminder that RNK was still out there, he was watching and planning his next move. Tricking me into thinking that he had gone silent, forgotten about me and gone into hiding, I was only a fool. He was here all along.

"You're distracted." Kyle's eyes were unusually dark and I didn't know if I should have felt aroused or scared.

I chewed on my bottom lip but his eyes didn't follow the movement like they used to, they remained piercing my own; holding me to the spot, testing me.

I gulped, "I was thinking about RNK," I wasn't sure if I should have said that but when I'm with Kyle I didn't have a need to lie, I felt compelled to tell him the truth. He cocked a brow and twisted the lock on the door knob, locking me in the room with him.

"you're thinking about him while you're with me?" He asked, his lips formed a firmed line and his brows creased as he waited for my reply, I gulped and lowered my head in shame.

"Yes."

"Hmm... I see."

His back turned to me once again but this time he went towards his dresser, he opened the top drawer and both of us froze. Shit I forgot to fix the clothes.

I could see the devilish smirk plastered on his face as he realized how deep I've dug my own grave, "first you fuck your professor and then you break into his home and go through his things," at this point I was really scared, Kyle seemed different than before and I couldn't put a finger on how. My tongue weighed heavy with the truth and the only thing I did was lower my eyes from his.

Kyle came back over to me and I flinched when we came face to face, he knelt Infront of me and held out three red silk ties, "these are for you Celine, they'll compliment your skin beautifully," I remained still as he took each tie and began taking control away from me. He placed one around my eyes and took away my ability to see, the next one he used to seal my mouth and the next he used to tie around my neck, "you'll have your hands and feet but you are not allowed to touch me, understood?"

I nodded and instantly got my cheek grabbed, his lips grazed mine as he brought our faces close together, "I see I've been too lenient with you." His harsh whisper fanned against my skin and made tingles shoot through my body.

He hoisted me up and threw me on the bed, I yelped out a loud scream and flipped over to where I thought he was, I heard the flick of something and when I felt my clothes being cut away I knew it was a knife. My skin lay bare for him to see and explore, I could feel his eyes on me, dragging up and down my skin to memories every inch. Goosebumps came all over me and the cold air made my nipples harden. I felt his presence looming over me, like a dark shadow that followed you through the night, the tingling of my skin told me that he was near.

"Twenty spanks, I will hit you twenty times and you will take them." I shook under the weight of his words, not sure if this was a good idea. What if it gets too much? Will I be able to tell him to stop? will I be able to tell him to stop.

I nodded either way, despite warning bells going off inside my head that Kyle seemed different, he was harsher and more aggressive, his body language and tone gave it all away. Then I felt it, the slap ripped through the air and sent a sharp pain up my back, I screamed through the tie and twisted my body to wherever I thought Kyle was, the tie was inside of my mouth so my pleading words came out muffled, he remained silent and twisted my body in place. Another slap echoed throughout the room and my scream with it, this brought tears to my eyes and no pleasure coursed through my body. This went on eighteen more times and at one point I went numb, my heart went numb and so did my body.

This wasn't the Kyle I knew, this version of him was scary, unpredictable and blinded. Was he this angry with me? Did what did I do to anger him so much?

I could feel my body vibrating from the pain and I was left there to relish in the burn he left on my ass, the slaps halted and fire spread all over my body, Kyle's hand found their way to the tie and I flinched away from him, he retracted his hand but pulled the ties anyways. My vision was blurry and all that could be heard were my sniffles as I continued to cry, I didn't turn to meet his face and remained laying where he threw me.

I didn't know how to feel right now, the conviction I felt this morning was gone, my ego, my shame and most of all my trust. I was left bare and confused, I felt the bed move and it was then that I glanced at him, he was sitting beside me and with his head in his hand, his jaw clenched and he rubbed his face up and down, "Celine I'm sorry," he began, it was the first time that I felt nothing when someone had said sorry to me, "that was uncalled for and horrible. I'm so so sorry," I heard his voice break but it didn't break my heart, once again I felt nothing.

He met my eyes with his pleading ones and I'm sure they were welled up with tears, "why aren't you saying anything?" He asked, creasing his brows.

I shook my head too hurt to move and turned my face away from him, "I have nothing to say to you."