The One He Wanted

Lesson Learned

A/N: Aaaaaaand I'm updating again. I haven't been able to stay off Wattpad all day, and even when I wasn't able to be on, I was planning out story lines and all that good stuff. I hope yall enjoy this chapter which includes a bit of smut in it which isn't that great because I haven't wrote any in a while, but anyway... OFF TO THE CHAPTER!!

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Surprisingly, we didn't go back to his house, we went to mine. My mom's car was in the driveway, which was weird. She should've still been at work.

"Why did we come back here?" I asked quietly.

"Because I want to talk to your mom about something." 

"About what?" 

"About if she dropped you on your head as a child, because otherwise, I don't know why you would run from me like that when you know that you'll get punished for it later." He replied sarcastically. He parked my car behind my mom's and got out, with myself quickly following. There was three different doors into my house, one on the front porch, one on the back, and one to the basement. Xavier guided me to the basement door and pushed me through it and back towards my room. He grabbed my wrist, and before I could blink, he had put a handcuff around it and attached it to my bedpost. 

"What are you doing?" I asked, feeling like I was about to panic. 

"I'm going to go talk to your mom and I don't want you listening until something is worked out." He stalked out of my room and I could hear his footsteps on the stairs. I could hear him and my mom talking, but no matter how hard I strained to hear what they were saying, all I could hear was muffled voices. I watched the clock and nervously waited for him to come back. Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. Then 20. Finally he came back downstairs, seemingly smug. "That was easy enough. You're gonna be staying at my house for the rest of the week and you're mom thinks we're taking a trip to the mountains." 

I felt panic take over again, but I refused to show it. "What about school?" I asked, not really wanting an answer.

"You won't be going. Like I said, staying at my house for the rest of the week."  

"Xavier I already said I'm sorry, what more do you want from me?" I asked, practically begging him with my voice. 

"Everything. You're the one who wanted to drive off after I specifically told you not to. You cussed me out, flipped me off, and then came crying back for forgiveness so no, you're not going to get it so stop asking." He snapped. I kept my mouth shut as he removed the handcuff and guided me back out to my car. 30 minutes later, we arrived at his house. I was shaking and trying not to cry as he pulled me from the car and into the house. He pushed me into my room and locked the door behind us. I felt claustrophobic, trapped. The thought of being in this dark room for however many days he wanted me to made me want to rip my hair out. The only thing I could think of was to take comfort in his arms once more, but he'd probably just push me away. Then, he pulled me into him. He sighed as he wrapped his arm around my waist and the other held my head to his chest. I was crying again, crying so hard I couldn't catch my breath.

"Kat, I don't want to do this, but you have  to learn your lesson. You can't keep doing what I tell you not to just because you're mad at me for doing this in the first place." He said softly.

"I'm sorry, I promise I'll do everything you say just don't hurt me." I whispered. 

"I don't believe you. Sorry Katherine. I have to punish you at least a little." I jerked back from him and darted for the door, tugging uselessly on the locked handle. 

"No no, I can't take it please no." I begged him. He frowned and I could see the thoughts crossing his mind.His face suddenly became blank and he reached for me. I tried to dodge his hand but he was too close. He grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the bed. I dug my heels into the ground tried to stop moving, but Xavier was still to strong. He pushed me onto the bed and was instantly on top of me, making it so I could barely move. He quickly handcuffed my hands to the headboard and pulled off my jeans and underwear. He grabbed my upper thigh and gripped it hard enough to leave a bruise. I cried out in pain and he spread my legs to give him access. He quickly pulled off his own pants and boxers and I knew he was going to do what he threatened he would.