"YOU WERE MINE, YOU'RE MINE, AND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE, " he declared, his voice a low growl as he thrust deeper into me.
"Ahh, I h-hate you," I managed to gasp, the intensity of the moment making it hard to think straight.
"SAY THAT AGAIN AND SE...
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The air in the room was thick with tension, a palpable silence hanging between us after the storm of punishment had passed.
Aurelia lay across the bed, still trembling from the strikes I had delivered, her skin marked and glowing with the evidence of my control. The sight stirred a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness within me.
I moved closer, watching as she tried to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
There was something exquisite about seeing her so vulnerable, yet I understood that she needed more than just discipline.
Aftercare was a crucial part of this dynamic, and it was time for me to show her that I was not just the punisher, but also the one who could soothe her wounds—both physical and emotional.
“Turn around,” I commanded softly, my tone firm yet gentle.
She obeyed, her movements slow and hesitant, and my heart raced at the sight of her flushed cheeks and wide eyes, still brimming with a mixture of fear and something deeper, something I could almost taste in the air.
As she turned to face me, I knelt beside the bed, positioning myself at her level. “You did well,” I said, my voice low and steady.
“But remember, this isn’t just about discipline. It’s about learning your place—and what you mean to me.”
Aurelia remained silent, her gaze searching mine as if trying to decipher the enigma that was my intention.
I could see her internal struggle playing out, the war between submission and defiance raging behind those doe-like eyes.
“Do you understand why I did this?” I asked, my fingers brushing against the marks left on her skin, careful and deliberate.
Each touch was a reminder of my authority, a testament to the connection we shared, however complicated it may be.
“I… I think so,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “But it still feels wrong.”
“Does it?” I tilted my head, studying her reaction closely. “Or is it simply new? I know this is difficult for you, but every moment you resist only serves to heighten your awareness of our dynamic. And that awareness, Aurelia, is crucial.”
I cupped her cheek gently, my thumb stroking her skin with a softness that belied the earlier strictness.
“You need to understand that your submission is not a weakness. It’s a strength—a choice. And I will help you navigate this journey, but only if you let me in.”
Her eyes softened slightly, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through the defiance. “I want to, but it’s scary.”
“I know it is,” I replied, my heart pounding as I watched her struggle. “But I’ll be here to guide you. I won’t let you fall without catching you. And I’ll always provide the aftercare you need to recover, to heal.”
