On the one hand, so fucking ridiculously happy.
Happy to be with Derek, to be in his bed, that he wants to keep me, that he is protecting me from the others for a little bit longer, that I get to stay the night.
But also, fucking terrified.
Terrified that this was a mistake, that I shouldn’t have taken the bait and come here, because that was clearly Xavier’s intention.
What if I fucked everything up?
Did I just lose all my choices?
Derek comes back around to the side of the bed and sits, scooping up my hand with the handcuff. “This is just for my peace of mind. I need to know that you will be here when I’m finished with them. You’ll be free to leave tomorrow, and they will never have to even know you were here if you don’t want them to.”
I nod, my smile watery. “I know.”
Derek kisses the back of my hand, then lowers it to the bed. “I’ll send you messages, checking in. I expect quick responses.”
He stands to go but pauses, a stillness coming over him that makes a pinch of fear spear through me. “One last thing. Could you please come and stand here, beside the bed?
Trepidation fills me, causing my limbs not to work right away. But, slowly, I crawl to the edge of the bed, slip my feet off the side, then stand.
Derek being completely dressed, compared to my nudity and captivity, makes me feel small and a little humiliated.
“Bend over, put your hands on the mattress,” he orders, voice low and grumbly, similar to when I pushed him too far in his office.
I do as I’m told, those fucking tears back, because I have a feeling I know where this is going.
“Do you remember when you tried to knee me in the groin, and I told you that you were going to pay for that?” Derek’s voicegets farther away as he speaks, but he is back before my mind can run wild.
My arms start to tremble as a hand pushes down on my lower back, forcing my ass to present. “Y-yes.”
“You’re going to count to three. Are you ready, baby girl?”
Swallowing, I nod. “Y-yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Oh, fuck. My core gives a little throb. “Yes, daddy.”
I get absolutely zero warning as a warm line of fire streaks across my ass, worse than the lines from his belt. Pain, icy cold pain, shoots up my spine and catches my breath in my throat and tears fall as I gasp for air.
“O-one.”
This time, I hear thewhooshas the cane comes back down, but that doesn’t help with the sudden crack of pain.
When I manage to get the word out, it’s on a sob. “Two.”
My head drops down to hang between my shoulders, a cold sweat breaking out over my body, as the cane comes down on its final swing. “Th-three.”
Pain registers everywhere. My skin feels overly sensitive from the backs of my knees all the way to the base of my skull, and heat flares out from my ass.
“Good girl, baby. You took your punishment so well, I’m so proud of you. I’m just going to check…”
Fingers slide along the underside of my ass, so fucking close to the marks that I’m bracing for pain, but instead, I’m suddenly stuffed full, with at least two fingers in my pussy.
“Mmm…definitely my little masochist,” Derek murmurs, pumping his fingers in and out of my very wet pussy. “Look how wet your punishment made you.”
Something grazes over my clit, and my elbows give way as pleasure mingles with the pain running up and down my spine. “Fuck.”
