The Dead Among Us

82. Who do you belong to

Fabia's POV 

I pretend Sabin's entrance into the room doesn't jolt me wake. But it does, and full-on sends my heart racing.

I keep my eyes shut while feigning sleep, but my ears perk open as he enters and closes the door behind him. I hear him sigh and walk a short distance, maybe to the closet or dresser. I can smell him—his signature after-work cocktail blend of cigarettes, horses, fuel, his fading cologne, and his distinct sweat.

He grabs what I imagine is clothes and then leaves, the shower down the hall running a second later. After a few minutes, he returns, and the air now smells like his soap. 

I hear some clatter as he sets some things on the dresser, and one is definitely his belt based on the little metal jingle it gave off and the racket of the metal hitting the wood. He then lies on the bed, his weight sinking the mattress and the springs slightly squeaking in protest. And then all is silent.

Is he asleep?

I'm too scared to open my eyes and check, and eventually, I fall back asleep too.

***

When morning comes, and I awake to the sunlight filtering in through the window, he's lying next to me on his back, one arm draped over his eyes.

I roll to my back and wince as my ass makes contact with the sheets. I quietly pull the covers off and sit up to get out of bed.

"Don't even think about it," his low, gravelly voice startles me.

I glance over, and he's still lying there, his arms covering his eyes, not moving.

"I have to pee, sir..." I explain timidly.

"Don't lollygag."

I roll my eyes. It's a good thing he's not looking. I say, "Yes, sir," and dash out of the room.

The toilet seat as I sit down is fucking freezing and hurts at first, then oddly soothes my sore butt.

I never want to get spanked by Jon again; that man tore me up with just his hand. Not only that, but it was so awkward coming from him. It's been months since I've moved in with them, but I'm still warming up to Jon.

It was way different than Sabin, that's for sure, and being over his knee bare was just humiliating. Not to mention Pedro sitting right there witnessing the whole thing.

What really stung me was my pride and the fact that they were so disappointed in me, especially Pedro. But I was so relieved by the outpouring of affection they gave me afterward. It made me feel...forgiven and...loved, maybe...

As I finish up and head back into the room, Sabin has remained in his spot and position.

As I'm closing the door, he orders, "Bare and stand in the corner."

Blood shoots to my head, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.

"Please... Jon spanked me really hard, master," I choke out. I'm not sure why I called him master just now. It just slipped out in my nervousness. I've only ever used it when he's not letting me cum.

"Now, Fa," is all I get.

Dropping my head in defeat, I start removing my clothes, starting with my shirt and bra, then making my way down to my pants and panties.

I place my clothes neatly on the dresser and catch myself staring at his belt, unable to look away. God, I hate that stupid piece of leather. I want to cut it up with a pair of scissors and then catch it on fire. Maybe wack him with it one good time before all that, though.