“I told you not to run,” I spoke. “Why did you?”
“I had to try,” she shrugged with a cracked voice. “I . . . . I wanted to go back home. But there’s no point.”
“Why do you think that, sweetheart?” I asked, not wanting to break the connection we were sharing. My skin buzzed where hers touched.
“I don’t belong there, do I?” she asked, moving her head to look up at me.
Even with a wet face and red-rimmed light blue eyes, she was more beautiful than the sunset. I could see that she felt so lost in the huge world, and it was a slow descent in bringing her here to that feeling.
“Yes and no,” I replied. “You are where you should be.”
“Who are my real parents?” she asked, her eyes watering once more.
“That’s what I’m trying to find out, Avidya,” I answered. “I have a few ideas, but that’s it. No one has any good leads for me to follow. Later, I’ll explain more about it.”
“Okay,” she said with a yawn.
“I’ll let you sleep soon,” I went on. Something in my voice must have gained her attention, as her eyes widened. “Since you disobeyed me, there will be a punishment.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, dropping her eyes from mine. Like I said, perfect for me in all ways possible.
“I know you are,” I said, lifting her head up to meet my eyes again. “But there are still consequences. You could have been taken by one of the other men that roam this place. They would not have cared if you cried and begged, they would have raped you.”
“You can’t blame me for trying!” she seethed. I watched as her eyes filled with hatred and strength. There was my kitten, claws and all. I couldn’t help but smirk as she pushed herself off my lap, glaring at me. I let her go, for now.
“I told you to not disobey me. My rules are pretty simple, kitten,” I said. “Jonas even told you to not test me. But you still did.” I kept my voice calm, interested in seeing how she took my words.
“I had to try,” she said, letting her shoulders drop, but the fight was still in her eyes.
“Of course, you did,” I said. “I knew you would try. If not now, it would be later. I had hoped to talk to you first to let you know what I planned to do in the very near future, what I would like from you before you just took off. I was surprised you didn’t leave the building, though.”
“Where would I go?” she huffed out angrily. “My parents aren’t mine. My best friend is dead. And I’m stuck here as much as I’m stuck in my own pathetic life!”
“That will all change,” I said, standing up. I placed my hands on her shoulders, keeping her still. She was a good foot shorter than me. “But you should not have run.”
“But I did,” she replied.
“Yes, you did. And now we are here,” I stated. “I will be giving you three licks since you didn’t leave the building, but you scared me.”
“Scared you?” she almost laughed out. “You scare everyone near you. I couldn’t possibly have scaredyou.”
“Yes,” I said, knowing she was trying to get me off track. “Now, for your spanking. I’ll be gentle, but next time I will not be . . . nice.” I removed my hands from her shoulders and took a seat on the edge of the bed, keeping my feet flat on the floor. “I want you over my lap, ass in the air.”
“You can’t be serious!” she barked, outraged.
“Very,” I deadpanned. She knew very little of my world, but she’d know it well enough within weeks if I was able to get my way. And I would. “You do not want me to put you there.” Oh, I would. I wanted her to do it herself. It served a purpose, one that would be a hard lesson for anyone. But like I said, I would be gentle on the first time.
After half a minute, she sighed, giving in. She placed her body over my lap, and I helped to adjust her. I had her breasts just on the other side of my legs, and her butt was in perfect place. I used my hand to massage her cheeks for a few seconds.
“Now, when I give you spankings, this is how I want you,” I said, rubbing her round butt to warm her up. I let her keep her pants on. This time. It would take the time to train an unknown sub, willingly or not. She was a submissive, though; her body sang to mine. I knew she was perfect for me in every way, and she’d love just how I could get her body to work with mine when the time came.
She nodded, holding her breath.
“Breathe, kitten,” I whispered out. Once she took a breath in, “I want you to count. Three is not nearly that many.” For a trained submissive, I would easily give out seven lashings in one swift move.
She nodded, her head against my leg and hair dangled down to the floor. I gave her no warning as the first strike came down. She gave out a shriek of surprise as the slap echoed off the walls.
“Number?” I asked.
