FIVE: A RUTHLESS PUNISHMENT

ALEHANDRIA

 ‘It’s time for you punishment…’

   I shivered slightly and hugged myself. Something about the way he said that made me believe the punishment was unlike anything I had ever known.

  I felt a tear slip, and I wiped it immediately. Somehow, I knew my tears would only anger him.

   His eyes pinned mine with an intensity that was other-worldly, like an angel of death, sent to collect my soul – even the grim reaper wasn’t this terrifying.

  Drawing in a shaky breath, I focused on tucking Liya in properly for the night.

 “Are you ignoring me for the baby?”

  I jolted at the sound of his voice, my heart beat quickening. Liya woke up and began to cry.

   “Shush… Liya. It’s going to be all right, I promise,” I whispered, trying my best to believe what I was telling her.

  Leo covered the distance between us in two easy strides, yanking me by the scruff of my neck, he started dragging me out of the room.

   I chocked back a sob. “What about Liya?” I needed to stop her from crying – to song her a lullaby, reassure her.

   His voice was low as he pressed his mouth against my ear. “Her nanny will take care of it. Stop – struggling with me. You’d regret it.”

  I tried to keep up with his pace then, but I kept tripping on my own feet, and would have fallen several times if he was not holding me. Leo did a quick maneuver, so that he was carrying me in his arms.

  My heart stopped beating all together – and started again, with such an intensity that made me sure he could hear it. I had never been in a man’s arms before, let alone carried like this.

  A thousand and one emotions raged through my heart, but I held unto the only one I could name – fear.

   I was still very frightened. What did Leo plan to do to me.

   He kept walking, out of his mansion, to another building with his property. The nights breeze taunted me, making me shiver, and I pressed myself harder against Leo’s large powerful body, feeling his muscles tighten to steel cords where his flesh touched mine.

   I found myself in another room, very different from any room I had ever seen. The room looked like it was – like it was built for pleasure.

  The entire room was bathed in gold trimmings, and the bed was covered with red sheets. For some unknown reason, a blush stained my cheeks as I noted the mirror that hung over the bed. I turned to flee.

   Leo caught me easily before I made it to the door, yanking me hard against his body. I was whimpering then, struggling pathetically against him as I tried to free myself.

  “I should probably warn you that I enjoy your wiggling against me a little too much, and things might get a bit out of hand if you continue.”

   His voice was low against my ear, a lovers whisper. Gentle, yet frightening, and hinting on promises of forbidding pleasure.

   I stopped struggling then, stopped moving at all, I wished I could even stop breathing. At last, Leo let go of me and turned me to face him.

   “What do you think your punishment is little kitten?”

  I shook my head, unable to speak. Another blush teased my cheeks. My eyes shot to the bed, then to stare into his formidable eyes. There was amusement in them.

   “I brought you here, because noise disturbs me, and I have a feeling you’re the type that’ll wake up screaming in the night.”

   I was still struggling to believe him when he turned to leave. I told myself I was grateful that I was not going to lose my virginity to him tonight, but the truth was – Leo had awakened a hunger in me that I could not understand, and one I knew only he could quench. I was also too frightened to fall asleep all alone in an empty building.

   As the tears gathered at my eyes, I rushed after him. “Stop! Please stop.”

   Leo turned then. The amusement was still there, but there was something else in his eyes. Anger maybe. I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care if he wanted to punish me, all I knew was that I did not want him to leave me alone in this room.

  “Please don’t go – don’t leave me alone here..”

   Leo raised a brow, and I swallowed at how dangerously handsome he was. “If it’s another kind of punishment you crave Alehandria, I would give you just that.”

   He covered the distance between us in easy strides, and when he drew me to himself, his hands were gentle, and yet he was so dominating that I could not have broken away even if I wanted to.

  His lips pressed firmly against mine, and I whimpered, jolting from the impact of his touch, but his arms forced me closer to him.

   As his lips teased mine, drawing out a passion I never knew I had, I wanted to push him away, to beg him to stop, to beg him not to stop. I wanted to tell him that I did not want this kind of punishment, all I wanted was to be allowed back to my room, but when he parted my lips, his tongue slipping into my mouth to begin an erotic play of back and forth with mine, I lost all trail of thought and gave myself over to the most wonderful feeling I had ever known.

  “You taste so fucking innocent – it’s sweet – a bit distracting,” Leo murmured against my lips as he pulled his lips away.

  I moaned my protest. My heart begged him to continue, wondered why he stopped, but Leo’s lips only left mine in order to trail kisses down my throat.

 When he pressed a kiss to the slender cleavage between my breast, I screamed, and would have fled if his hands did not hold me tight to himself.

  Still holding me, his other hand yanked at my shirt, easily pulling it off, till I was standing completely bare, from my waist upwards in front of him. I hadn’t worn a bra.

   Embarrassment burned my cheeks, and my entire body, I tried my best to wiggle free so I could at least cover myself with my hands, but Leo just laughed.

   Carrying me over to the bed, he pinned my arms above my head, arching me against him in the most vulnerable angle.

   When Leo pressed his lips against my exposed flesh, I cried out. Forgetting what he had said earlier about my struggling against him, I started again, trying my best to break free – my efforts only ended up arching me in an even more vulnerable position.

   “Leo please – it – it’s my first time” I heard my voice break, hating myself for how pathetic I sounded.

   Leo laughed. It was low, dangerously sexy, and very cruel. “My Dear Alehandria. I don’t give a fuck. Don’t expect special wifey treatment, that contract is in paper only. You exist to me only as a property.”

  He bit down on my flesh making me cry out in a kind of pleasure that was disguised as pain.

   “I own you Alehandria. I will do whatever I want, however I want. You better remember that, it’ll save you future heartache.”

   His hands inched lower, playing around the hem of my skirt, and when he finally lifted my skirt upwards, I closed my eyes, and waited for the worst.

   “Open you eyes Alehandria. I want you to watch h your body come alive for me.”

   My eyes flew open then, to stare at the intensity in his gaze as he lowered his head again, to kiss a trail down my belly.

  "spread for me baby – yeah. That’s a good girl..” He murmured against my lower belly as his lips trailed even lower.

  I blushed, embarrassed at the choice if his words, and my body’s reaction to them. He knew how to humiliate, and yet make my body crave his at the same time.

  I felt fresh tears sting my eyes. He was talking to me like I was a mere object, a pleasure toy, like I did not really matter to him.

   “You are inexperience darling, let me teach you how to please me. Let me show your body the pleasure it’s been denied for so long.”

   “You want this.” He informed me, as if he knew my body even more than I knew it. “There's pleasure but where there’s pleasure, there's also pain darling.”

  His words sounded so reassuring, even though he was promising me pain, that I found myself nodding. If only he would tell me he loved me, that I mattered more to him than sex, but of course that was foolish thinking. As long as I belonged to Leo Ferraro, he would always see me as his mere property, not a real woman, and certainly not a real woman he could love.

"Beg me to fuck you” he said huskily, as though proving my point.

 I closed my eyes and waited for pain when his powerful thighs braced against my legs, parting them.

  “Open you eyes and look at me Alehandria.”

  I did as he asked, feeling the tears sting into my eyes as he drove hard into me.

  It took a long time before I was able to move past the pain to the pleasure of the moment, but when I did, I was gasping for breath, arching against him.

   From far away, I heard my own moaning, soft, sultry, and very alluring as my body adjusted to accommodate him.

  All the while, Leo did not let me take my eyes off him.

   When I woke the next morning, Leo was no where to be found. Everything seemed like a far away dream, only, my body still throbbed from his, and his scent was still in the room.

   My eyes wondered over to a note that was by the bed. It said simply; have breakfast with me.