Damon Salvatore.

19.

⚠️Warning! This book is for 16 and older so if your under 16 and reading this don't report this i gave a warning and told you not to read it. Everything in the book is consensual not real and should not be read by kids 16 and under⚠️

The evening had started off as a routine that was familiar and comforting. Damon was his usual self—calm, authoritative, and attentive. But tonight, I was feeling different. The stress of the past few weeks had left me emotionally drained, and the thought of following his orders felt overwhelming. I wasn't in the mood for the usual dynamic, and I made my reluctance clear.

"Hey, Mya," Damon greeted as he entered the room, his tone warm. "How's your evening shaping up?"

I looked up from where I was curled up on the couch, feeling a pang of frustration. "I'm just not feeling up to it tonight, Damon. Can we skip the usual routine?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of concern mixed with disappointment crossing his face. "Skip it? You know how important it is for us to maintain our dynamic. It's not just about following orders—it's about the connection we share."

I sighed, feeling a mix of guilt and stubbornness. "I understand, but tonight, I just need a break from it all."

Damon's expression hardened, a sign that he was no longer going to indulge my defiance. "Mya, our dynamic isn't something you can turn off whenever it's inconvenient. It's a crucial part of our relationship."

I rolled my eyes, a gesture of rebellion that I would come to regret. "I'm not in the mood. Can't you just let it go for one night?"

His gaze turned serious, and he crossed his arms. "Alright, if that's how you feel, but you need to understand that there are consequences for disregarding our agreed-upon dynamic."

A chill ran down my spine as I realized he was serious. Damon had always been firm in his approach, and I knew he was about to enforce the rules. I had pushed him too far, and now I had to face the consequences.

He gestured for me to follow him to the bedroom. Reluctantly, I stood and followed, my heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and regret. Damon's expression was resolute as he motioned for me to kneel beside the bed.

"Tonight, you've chosen to disregard my authority," he said, his voice steady and commanding. "That means you need to understand the consequences."

I swallowed hard, the reality of my decision settling in. "Damon, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

He cut me off with a raised hand. "Apologies won't change the fact that you need to be disciplined. It's important that you learn to respect our dynamic at all times."

With that, Damon produced a leather strap from the drawer. My heart raced, and I looked away, unable to meet his gaze as he positioned himself behind me. The first impact was sharp and stung, making me flinch. The second and third came quickly, each one more intense than the last.

I tried to hold back my cries, but the pain was overwhelming. I had to count each strike aloud, the process making the punishment even more severe. "One... two... three..."

Damon's hand remained steady, and his strikes continued, each one a stark reminder of the rules I had chosen to ignore. By the time he reached ten, I was sobbing uncontrollably, my body trembling from the intensity of the punishment.

"Have you learned your lesson?" Damon asked, his voice firm but carrying a hint of concern.

"Yes," I managed to choke out between sobs. "I'm sorry. I understand now."

He stopped, his hand gently rubbing my sore skin as he helped me to sit up. The relief was almost as intense as the pain had been. I felt utterly vulnerable and exposed, my earlier defiance having led me to this point.

Damon's expression softened as he looked at me, his concern evident. "Mya, this isn't just about punishment. It's about maintaining our connection and understanding each other's needs."

I nodded, my face flushed and tear-streaked. "I get it now. I should have respected our dynamic. I'm really sorry."

He helped me up and pulled me into his arms, his embrace both comforting and reassuring. "I'm here for you, Mya. This is part of our journey together, and I want us to grow and learn from these experiences."

I clung to him, feeling a deep sense of regret for my defiance but also a newfound appreciation for the balance we had. The punishment, while severe, had reinforced the importance of our dynamic and the trust we shared.

As I lay in bed later, my body sore and my mind reflective, I realized that the discipline had been a necessary lesson. I had learned the value of respecting our boundaries and the strength of our connection. Damon's presence was a constant reminder of the balance and understanding that formed the foundation of our relationship.