"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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Her breath was ragged, barely controlled, as she lay against the table, her trembling body pinned beneath my hand. The fear rolling off her in waves only ignited the darkness within me—a burning need to remind her who owned her completely. She had broken a rule, and now, she would understand the true meaning of consequences.
The leather belt, still warm from its previous strikes, sliced through the air with a sharp crack. She flinched before it even connected with her bare skin. But that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more—I wanted her total surrender.
The first blow landed hard across her exposed body. Her gasp of pain was sweet, but still too controlled, her pride keeping her from giving in. She thought she could still resist. Foolish.
Another strike, harder this time. The sound of the leather against her flesh reverberated through the room, followed by her cry. It was louder, more desperate. That’s what I wanted—the sound of her breaking.
“You think you can defy me, Aurelia?” I growled, leaning down so my lips brushed her ear, my voice cold and unforgiving. “You think you can break my rules and walk away without punishment?”
Her body trembled beneath me, her breath coming in shallow, broken gasps. But still, she didn’t beg. Her silence was a challenge, and I would break it. There was no room for defiance in my world.
I pulled her hair roughly, yanking her head back, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes were glassy with tears, her body shivering from both the pain and the fear. Yet still, she held on to the last shred of pride, that small sliver of resistance that only made me more determined.
Another strike.
Her scream this time was raw, tearing through the silence of the room, and it sent a surge of satisfaction through me. This was what I needed—her complete submission, her understanding that she was nothing without my command.
“You’re learning, Aurelia,” I murmured darkly, releasing her hair and letting her collapse back against the table. “But you’re not there yet.”
I ran my fingers lightly over the red welts forming on her skin, the heat radiating from the marks I had left on her. She whimpered softly, her body tensing under my touch. “You’ll learn that disobedience has consequences, severe consequences. The more you fight, the harder I’ll push.”
Her body flinched under the weight of my words, but I wasn’t done yet. I gripped her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze once more.
“You belong to me. Every part of you—your body, your mind, your soul. And if you ever forget that, if you ever think you can run from me, I’ll remind you just like this. Every. Single. Time.”
She gasped, her lips quivering as the reality of her situation sank in. I could see the shift in her eyes, the fear mingling with understanding.
