My Dark Scientist

61| The first hit

E L L O R A

"Strip."

"What?"

"Do not make me repeat myself again. Strip."

"I- no. Absolutely not." I say as I scoot back further on the ground from him.

He takes a deep breath. "Don't make me go to you Ellora."

"There's no way in hell I would ever strip for you, you bastard-"

Before I can complete my sentence he is on his hunches infront of me, so close to me that he is practically breathing down on my face.

"Have you any idea the lengths I've gone so that Vittorio doesn't kill you with his bare hands?" He whispers almost....angrily. I've never seen him mad. There's something dark swirling behindhis eyes. "The things I've done just to ensure your fucking safety? And you, stupid stupid girl went and almost destroyed it tonight. But there's only so much I can do. If you want to live, you will do as I say. Fucking. Strip."

Something in his voice, in his eyes, make me pause.

I swallow, as tonight's mistake starts to settle in. Maybe I should've pretended to Vittorio like the way professor Langdon taught me. Just maybe.

As he gets up and turns around to take a seat on the plush red velvet sofa in the middle of the room, I get up.

My hands shake as I get down the sleeves of my lavender gown and pull it down my body until it is down on the ground and I am standing infront of professor Langdon only in a flimsy bra and panties.

The cool air hits my bare skin making me shiver.

His eyes darken as they land on my body, but he doesn't comment on it.

For a whole minute.

"Come here."

"What are you going to do to me?" I whisper, eyeing him nervously as he sits on the sofa with a leg on top of his other knee.

"Do not make me repeat myself."

Very slowly I walk towards him.

And stop only a few steps away.

"Closer, Ellora."

"What will you-"

"CLOSER." He yells.

I walk up closer until my bare leg touch the material of his pants.

He stares at me for another minute.

Then suddenly before I can take my next breath, my whole world turns upside down as I'm flipped. My stomach on his knees, my head on the couch beside and my ass in the air right infront of his face.

"Professor Langdon-"

"You will count."

"Wha-what?" The little hitch in my voice is because I can feel rough, calloused fingers dragging up my calves, then my thighs, and finally to my hips. Until reaches my panty clad ass .

"I said you will count. And loudly. For every hit that you don't count, I'm going to have to start from the beginning. For every hit you're not loud enough, I will repeat." His rough, cold hands are know kneading the soft skin of my ass. "Am I clear Ellora?"

A moment of silence as he continues to kneed my soft skin.

"You're going to spank me?" I whisper, my voice laced with panic. "And I have count loudly...for all those...men outside to hear?"

His silence is enough to answer my question.

"N-no. Professor you don't have to-" I scream loudly at the first hit of his rough palm. Ohmygod. Oh my god. Oh. My. God.