"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 paddle cracked against my skin, and I fought to stifle the cries that rose in my throat. Darius’s hand was unrelenting, every strike a reminder of the power he held over me. He had warned me—sternly, with no room for misunderstanding—that disobedience would be met with harsh consequences. And now, as the punishment rained down, his tone was as cold and unyielding as his hand.
“Do you understand now, Aurelia?” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “This is what happens when you defy me.”
I bit my lip, nodding frantically, the pain surging through me with each blow. He was so calm, so controlled, delivering every strike with precision. I could feel my skin stinging, my body trembling, but I refused to break in front of him. Not yet.
“You will never question me again,” Darius continued, his voice unwavering. “You will not run. You will not resist. You are mine, Aurelia, and this is your place.”
Tears slipped from my eyes, though I tried to suppress them. My breath hitched, every fiber of my being trembling under his control, but I didn’t dare to speak. The punishment had been exact, his dominance crushing, yet somewhere beneath the surface of my pain, there was a dark undercurrent pulling me closer to him.
I hated that part of myself, the part that craved his approval even as he broke me down.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the paddle fell silent. The sting in my skin echoed through my body, a painful reminder of my disobedience. I could barely move, the weight of my submission heavy on me.
And then, in the very next moment, everything shifted.
The sternness in his voice softened, the cold detachment melting away as he knelt beside me, his hands no longer harsh but gentle, careful. The transition was almost jarring; it was as if the man who had punished me seconds ago had been replaced by someone else entirely.
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As I gazed at her crumpled form, I saw what I needed to see—compliance, a lesson learned. Her body was marked with the evidence of my dominance, her defiance crushed beneath the weight of my control. But I wasn’t interested in cruelty for cruelty’s sake. No, Aurelia was precious to me. She had to be punished, but she also had to be cared for.
