LONDON'S POINT OF VIEW
His voice came out as a whisper, heavy with threats. His hand shot out and grabbed my neck, squeezing harder than ever before. He compressed my throat until I couldn't breathe.
The worst part was that I didn't blame him for hurting me. He had warned me. I had taken the risk anyway, even though I didn't have a solid plan. I should have scouted the surroundings, memorized the layout of the castle. But when I thought about what was waiting for me, I panicked.
He squeezed harder, blocking my airway.
"Get. Your. Ass. Up.
He stood straight and pulled me up with him, forcing me to my feet without a shred of the gentleness he usually showed me. He shoved me ahead of him.
"Move.
I started walking, feeling him right behind my back. I led the way, knowing that a dozen men were following me, all their flashlights beamed directly onto my back. I felt like cattle walking to the slaughterhouse. My feet moved slowly, delaying the moment as much as possible.
Crewe's eyes bore into my back.
Like a criminal walking toward her own grave, I felt like this was the end.
We returned to the castle entrance. I didn't know where he wanted me to go next, so I froze. I kept my head held high, but I wasn't proud.
"I'll handle her.
Crewe's hand rested on my neck again, and he guided me upstairs, leading me like a dog with his arm acting as a leash. Even though I was cooperating, he was practically choking me.
We reached the royal bedroom, and he shoved me inside.
"Strip."
Oh, damn.
He slammed the door shut and stayed right behind me, his heavy breath warm against my neck.
"Don't make me repeat myself."
I knew I wouldn't get out of it this time. I stared straight ahead as I pulled my top over my head, then tossed it to the side.
Crewe leaned against the foot of the bed and crossed his arms over his chest. He stared at me coldly with his brown eyes, without an ounce of compassion.
I unclasped my bra and let it drop, forcing myself not to feel completely defeated. This man had already seen me naked; he had fucked me on his bed and made me come. I shouldn't feel embarrassed or weak. I was much more comfortable now than the first time he had ordered me to undress.
He glared at me, showing no sign of arousal whatsoever.
I took off my shoes and slid my leggings down along with my panties. Then I just stood there, naked in front of him, uncertain of what would happen next. I hoped he would take me from behind. Since the sex was good, it didn't sound too bad. But that wouldn't feel like a punishment.
He had put back on the suit pants and shirt he wore yesterday. Even in the middle of the night, he refused to let his men see him looking disheveled. He pulled his leather belt through the loops of his pants and snapped it tight.
"I'm going to punish you for what you did. I'm going to give you a good discipline and turn your ass red. Now, get on the bed, ass up."
He was going to spank me like a child?
"Is that all?"
He snapped the belt again.
"Don't worry, Beautiful. It's going to hurt. And I am going to get off on hurting you."
I couldn't remember if I had ever been spanked before.
"Ass in the air," he said authoritatively. "Right now.
I walked past him and climbed onto the bed. My feet hung off the edge, and I pressed my cheek against the sheets. My backside pointed toward the ceiling, the perfect position to be whipped.
He came up behind me and gently ran the leather strap across my skin, as if testing its flexibility. Then he placed both hands on one cheek and pinched it brutally.
"You really pissed me off tonight, Beautiful. I've been too soft on you. But that ends now.
I gripped the sheets on both sides, wishing for it to be over as quickly as possible.
He moved behind me, kneeling on the stone floor. He blew his warm breath right against my slit, and I wondered what he was going to do next. The moment I turned around to look, I felt his burning mouth kiss my most sensitive area.
Oh god...
His tongue teased my clitoris before he sucked it into his mouth.
No man had ever done this to me before, and as terrified as I was, it felt divine.
He gripped my thighs while his tongue drove deep inside me, savoring and exploring me. He licked my clit again, bringing me to the brink of a powerful orgasm. I could feel it looming on the horizon. He pressed his lips harder, with just as much fervor as when he kissed my mouth.
I was almost there, moaning at his touch. My hands crawled across the sheets to grab his wrists and wrap around them.
He pushed me further, to the absolute edge of ecstasy.
Then he pulled away.
No.
He stood back up and grabbed his belt.
"Your pussy is just as beautiful."
He rested the belt against my ass before pulling it back.
"We're going to count to ten. When I say the number, you repeat it after me. If you mess up, you get another strike. Do you understand me?"
"Yes."
"Yes, sir."
I couldn't call him that. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
Because I didn't give him what he wanted, he kept going.
"Five more lashes, then.
He positioned himself behind me and swung back, whipping me with all his strength with the belt. He hit me so hard that I screamed, hearing the sharp crack of the leather. He was breathing heavily, as if making a superhuman effort. But it was just his arousal rising to the surface. His desire erupting, loudly and unfiltered.
"One."
That was only the first one?
I didn't want to add five more lashes, so I counted along with him.
"One..."
He lashed my ass four more times, landing the blows in rapid succession. He kept striking the exact same spot, tearing screams of pain from my throat. It was a burning sensation I had never experienced before. He wasn't being gentle with me; he was hitting me as violently as he could. Tears welled up in my eyes as my skin began to feel raw.
Once he reached ten, he slowed down.
"See what happens when you fuck with me?
I cried silently into the sheets.
He walked around the bed and grabbed me by the hair. He examined my tear-stained, swollen face without showing any sympathy.
"I warned you, Beautiful. I told you not to do it, but you did it anyway. You will never learn to obey unless I punish you."
I calmed my tears and locked eyes with him, trying to draw strength from somewhere deep inside me.
"You know you deserve it," he whispered. "Are you going to run away again?"
"No..."
I could never escape, not with twelve men accompanying him everywhere he went.
"Promise me."
"I promise...
I just wanted it to stop. It wasn't the pain that bothered me. It was the humiliation of being whipped like a child. It was having to lie there and take it. And worse still, the fact that, buried deep down inside, a small part of me liked it. I liked the way he had pushed me onto the bed and whipped me like a dominant. I liked how he submitted me and controlled everyone around me. And I wanted him to finish what he had started earlier, with his mouth against my skin.
His hands relaxed, and he stroked my hair gently.
"I want to stop, Beautiful. But I can't. I have to finish."
"I promised I wouldn't do it again..."
"I know."
He kissed the corner of my eye as if he were truly sorry.
"But I am a man of my word. I can't back out of a punishment."
"You didn't sell me to Bones..."
"Because I had a better way to use you. It wasn't to spare you."
This man was more dangerous than I thought. The only thing he wouldn't do was take me by force. He was capable of everything else.
"Then finish it."
He kissed me again, placing his lips at the corner of my mouth.
You have no idea how much I want you right now. You don't know how beautiful you look, ass up with your cheeks soaked in tears. In my entire life, I have never been more turned on than I am right now."
In a way, he made his sinister confession sound like a compliment.
He stood up and went back behind me. He snapped the belt before striking me, just as hard as before.
"Eleven."
I winced in pain.
"Eleven..."
He whipped me again.
"Twelve."
His breathing quickened; his desire to fuck me saturated the air between us.
"Twelve..."
"Louder, Beautiful."
I raised my voice to a deeper tone.
"Twelve."
He brought the belt down across both cheeks, striking at the perfect angle to maximize the pain.
"Thirteen."
"Thirteen..."
He put his full weight into the next one, hitting me so hard that I fell forward. He breathed heavier, without counting, catching his breath as he stared at my reddened backside.
"Fourteen."
"Fourteen..."
"The last one, Beautiful. Let's make it count.
I closed my eyes and waited for it to be over.
He delivered the most brutal strike of all; the leather bit deep into my flesh.
"Fifteen.
I repeated the number immediately, wanting to make sure he wouldn't find an excuse to keep whipping me.
"Fifteen."
He dropped the belt and knelt down once more. His lips kissed the raw skin of my ass before returning to the warmth between my thighs. He unzipped his pants and spat into his hand.
Your pussy is incredible...
He jerked himself off while licking my pussy, doing incredible things to my clitoris that shook me with spasms. The previous pain and the current pleasure set my body on fire. I reached a hand behind me and grabbed his, listening to the wet sound of his hand masturbating his cock.
He groaned into my pussy when he felt he was about to come, his orgasm arriving in record time.
Knowing he was about to release made me explode. With his lips pressed against my clitoris, I arched my back and my jaw went slack. I let out a scream of pleasure, sounding like a dying animal.
My God...
He growled, his mouth still pressed against my slit, and came at the exact same time.
Fuck...
I savored the wave of pleasure washing over me. Slowly, it began to fade. It was the most powerful sensation I had ever felt, making me squirm. It took my breath away, and I forgot the pain in my backside. I succumbed to the dark sensation; I loved it completely.
Crewe remained on his knees while he gathered his senses. Then he stood up, wiped himself down, and grabbed a jar of ointment. He dipped his fingers inside and smeared it over my buttocks, almost instantly soothing the burning sensation.
"I think we understand each other better now. Don't disobey me again.
I had learned my lesson.
Or next time it will be thirty lashes.
👉👉In your opinion, is London a victim... or is she beginning to accept her situation?