Olivia's P.O.V
The look in his eyes should be enough to make me run out of here, the twinge of fear I felt in my chest blossomed into shame. Heat crawled up from the base of my spine, to the back of my neck, my heart raced as the thoughts of what might happen flashed in my mind. My inexperience might be the death of me, yet for once in my life I feel complete peace.
I'm throwing myself into this lion's den, because for once I want to do something for myself, something daring and unbelievably reckless. Part of me knows I needed this, wanted this, I only ever dated one guy and I was bored out of my mind. A handful of days I've spent with Sylas and I have felt more that I ever did with my ex-boyfriend. Which is good, is it not? I just know Raven was right, This is a fresh breath of air, for me at least, and I'll be damned if I drown again.
"Show me." My voice firm as I looked at him, undeniably falling for him. "Help me understand this more."
Sylas smiled, "Well I have to show you that I don't take disobedience lightly, you failed to follow instructions before the evening ever began, I clearly mentioned to meet me in the lobby at a certain time, clearly said to do as you're told when you are told. Did I not say so Little One?" His hand snaked from my cheek to the back of my neck. My breathing quickened, my eyes fluttered shut, I licked my lips nervously.
However, before I could calm my nerves, he pulled me up by my waist and neck, I gained my footing as I stood up before him. "You'll receive a simple spanking for now, we'll discuss methods of punishment after tonight, understood?" His eyes focused on my lips.
"Yes, sir" I looked down at my bare feet. I admired the intricacy of the rug below my feet, as I waited for his next instruction. He stepped away from me, I heard him grab things from his desk he came back with red slip on flats he knelt once more and put them on me. Again with the same soft caressing touch, I'm swooning all over again.
"When visiting the club you'll have a designated outfit and these shoes will only be worn here. Your hair will be down, your face will be bare, any jewelry should be put away, understood?"
"Yes, sir" I couldn't help but feel the realization of this whole thing finally hit me.
"Olivia?" He caressed my face as he looked at me his eyes soft. "Will you be ready for what's next? You'll receive 3 spanking you'll count them off."
I smiled, it won't be that bad, the last time you had a spanking you were two, you don't even remember it. Gee thanks..
"I'll be okay sir."
Sylas made a sound of approval before moving us over to the couch. He sat down, guiding me over his lap, I stopped beside him hesitating. Am I really going to do this? Im a grown woman! I cant seriously engage in this. I looked at Sylas, his eyes patient but his jaw locked in vexation. I mentally groaned, my stomach fluttered screw it I crave this.
I bent myself over his lap without his help. I heard Sylas let out a breath and he lifted my dress up to my mid back. I quickly thanked myself for choosing the black pair of underwear this morning. "You'll count them off Olivia, if you forget we start over, are we clear?"
I nodded my head holding my breath, I felt a pinch on the bottom of my buttcheek, I yelped as I angrily turned to look at him. "Use your words Little One" Sylas smirked as he rubbed circles with his thumb on the pinched area.
I turned back around with a huff, I cant help but love his hands on me. "We're clear sir". Just as I was about to inhale air and prepare myself to be struck. His palm came down on my ass, I cried out feeling the brim of my waterline tear up.
"One" I whispered, my voice quivering.
"Tsk tsk tsk, louder little one, I cant hear you. After all I have no idea who you're speaking to. Again"
His hand came down once again.
"One. Sir." I gritted out.
"Good girl. That's better." The humor in his voice made me angry. His palm met my bottom once more.
"Two. Sir." I kept my voice as even as I could
Sylas hummed in satisfaction. Just one more, I waited for it. Five seconds went by and nothing happened, just as I was going to look back he struck me .. Hard. I felt myself lunging forward, a gasp leaving my lips.
"Three. Sir." My voice breathless...
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Sylas' P.O.V
That last hit was a slip up on my end. I tried keeping them as gentle as I could, but the way her ass pinked up so fast with just three spanks. My blood pumped faster, straight to my cock.
I couldn't control myself I needed more. I contained myself as much as I could, just enough to concentrate on soothing her, I'm not big on praise, but god she did amazing.
Whispering praises as I soothed the area with a bit of cooling gel, just in case she felt any type of burn. If she did, poor soul, she has no idea what's in store for her. I wouldn't go to say im a full-blown sadistic dom, but borderline is where im at. Not that theres a difference.
I pulled her dress back down to cover her. As I helped her to her feet, I pulled her to me. Widening my legs I let her stand between them, I caressed the back of her thighs as I looked up to her, normally this type of eye contact would not be allowed, I'd hate to be looked down upon. However, I loved the way her hair framed her face how her lips pouted slightly. My hands roamed up to her hips, "Tell me Liv, how do you feel?"
She nodded, "It's not as bad as I would've thought. Foreign but not bad, sir."
"Good girl, keep that honesty, we'll have a tour of the place. Feel free to look around freely, if you have any questions just tap my arm. If anything is too much squeeze my hand. Understood?" I found myself circling my thumbs along her hips, unable to contain myself to squeeze her hips loving her soft body beneath my palms.
"Yes, sir.." she whimpered softly as her eyes fluttered. She licked her bottom lip into her mouth, her teeth grabbing hold of it. I stood up my chest inches from hers, my arms lifted the dress as my palms ran up her back, I pressed her to me more. I took my other hand and snaked it around the back of her neck.
She looked breathless, her lips slightly parted and irresistible. So I hold her, yet i'm not quite sure if I want to be rough with her all I know is that my fingers twitch, Just pull her hair back. Take her. My thumb brushed the nape of her neck as I contemplated my options. Perhaps simply brushing my lips against hers will be enough, a gentle press.. or perhaps just slam into her. Bite her lip till it bleeds. Perhaps it's pathetic you've gone soft, you wouldn't have thought so much about a slave they're yours to do as your please. She's different than anyone else I've crossed paths with, I want to demand myself to go gentle, to ease her into my world.
My eyes flickered down from her beautiful brown eyes to her plump lips. I can't think. So I just do.
I kiss her.
As my eyes fall shut I feel my heart race, a surge of euphoria and connection ran through me. What The Fuck. I pull back suddenly, my eyes closed perhaps I shouldn't have done that, she could leave and never come back after tonight. As spectacular as this kiss was she'll probably leave. Snapping my eyes open I refused to let her go, just like that a torrent of anger washed over me.
Fuck this.
I grabbed her hair deepening our kiss, I swept my tongue across her bottom lip as she granted me access. My hands roamed her silhouette gripping her waist, she's perfect. So damn perfect. I felt her hands roam my neck and hair. Off Limits. So why does it feel so damn right? Yank her off damn it! I gently take her wrists and locking them behind her back with one hand. The other found itself wrapping around her throat, "Enough or I'll take you here right now."
Those doe eyes looked at me with a veil of lust. Defiance lurked beneath it, as much as I would drop everything to take her right now. I prefer she do this knowing everything that comes with me.
"Lets go."
