I pause just long enough to plan what I’m going to do to her. No orgasm for her this time. She openly defied me. I’m going to show her another kind of sensation. Pain. But first, I’ll give her a taste of her own medicine.
I open the sliding doors and look around for exactly four seconds before I find her large violet eyes, blinking up at me from behind one of the more grotesquely-shaped potted plants. I take a step toward her, smirking as she cringes back.
“Found you,” I say.
I easily lift her by the front of her dress and bring her to the edge of the balcony. Her fear turns to actual panic when I tip herover the railing.
“So, you like heights, do you?”
Her pale face tells me she very much doesn’t. I wonder why she comes here then. Why she leans over the railing, giving me a heart attack every time I see her do it. It’s incomprehensible.
I flip her over onto her stomach, keeping a firm hold of her upper body but letting her head dangle into nothingness. She lets out a broken cry, her arms flailing into the emptiness, her eyes fixed on the street below. But after that first cry, she doesn’t make a sound. I wonder if she trusts me, or if she’s just too terrified to make a noise. Probably the latter.
“Should I dangle you out a bit more?” I taunt. “Or have you learned your lesson?”
She doesn’t answer, so I lock her thighs between my own and withdraw my hands from her. Her upper body slips over the railing, and a scream rips from her lips.
“Have you had enough?” I growl.
“Yes,” she chokes out.
“Are you going to keep defying me?”
“No, no I won’t! I won’t, sir!”
The last word makes me smirk.Sir. No one’s ever called me that, and I don’t hate it.
“Good girl,” I say.
She flails an arm backward as if she expects me to help her back up. But I’m not quite finished with her.
I flip up her dress, eyeing her creamy bottom, my cock already uncomfortably hard in my pants. By now, it’s more frustration than the desire to punish her that causes me to lift up my hand and bring it down hard on the swell of her cheeks.
Her hands go back to dangling in emptiness as she yelps, morefrom cold terror than from pain.
But her fear only turns me on. Soon, I’m raining down blows on her cheeks, turning their whiteness to a deep shade of crimson. She begins to writhe under me, squirming in an apparent attempt to try to get away from my hand, while finding something to hold onto.
“Keep still,” I threaten, my voice harsh.
But her squirming only intensifies. Resting my hand so lightly on her lower back that I know she can barely feel it, I loosen my thighs just enough to make her fall another inch. This time, she doesn’t make a sound. But her whole body trembles under me.
She’s terrified, and that knowledge makes me harder than ever. I want to keep her in this state. I want to punish her. I want to turn her around and see the panic in her eyes. It’s not about the balcony anymore. It’s about owning her.
I want to own everything. Her body, her freedom, her fear.
I want to feel her powerless in my hands, unable to do anything but take what I choose to give her.
And I am going to make damn sure she never fucking defies me again. Not because it’s dangerous, but because she needs to know who she belongs to.
“Are you ready to behave?” I ask, my voice low.
She doesn’t speak.
“Are you?” I snarl, smacking her ass again hard.
No sound. Just a tiny hiccup of a sob that should make my heart melt, it’s so pitiful. But the sadist in me has come out to play.
“Well?”
