The first punishment

/Penelope's POV/

“Nice to meet you, I’m Hunter Alaric Nicklaus, The don of the Demon Mafia, I suppose you are gentle right? I don't mind putting you in your place with my gun.” He introduced himself while stretching his hands to me for a handshake.

“Now, sit. There are some rules you need to follow. My mansion, my rules, is that clear little bride?” He questioned leaving me no option but to bob my head.

“Use your words.” He yelled making me jump from how frightened he sounded.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Yes, what?” He slammed the table while glaring hard at me and looking at me as if he wouldn't think twice before ending my life If I didn't answer him this instant.

“Yes sir.” I quickly corrected myself.

“Don't let me remind you again, you will address me as Sir or Master even if you are my little bride.” He repeated that word making me squint my eyes.

“ Yes sir,” I answered him and tried not to think too much about the title he gave me, I don't know who in his right senses calls someone whom they bought in an auction party their little bride and still insists they call them Sir or Master.

“Here are the rules and regulations and there are punishments attached to them.” He called out making me quickly raise my head but put it back down when I remembered how mafia men hate people looking into their eyes, especially their subjects.

“You should be at my service every time I beckon on you.” He started making me count, Rule One.

“Never disobey. Whatever I ask you to do do it without questioning me.” Rule Two

“You should not have any relationship with any man apart from myself.” I had to hold myself from scoffing at this man’s audacity.

“Do not talk when I'm talking.” Rule Four.

“Never snoop around the mansion, the places you should be at are either your room or mine or the kitchen.” Rule Five.

“Lastly, do not step outside the mansion without my permission, not that you would be able to escape.” He shrugged with his gaze fixated on me, waiting to see the reaction I would give him.

“Do you have any questions?” He asked while spreading his legs out and resting his back on the couch depicting that he's the one in charge and in control of how things move here.

“What are the punishments attached to them?” I questioned lowly hoping he would not hear me but his dark chuckle sent shivers down my spine, making me realize how cold this man was just from his voice.

“Why? Do you plan on going against the rules and regulations? Or do you plan on knowing the one with a bearable punishment so you can go against it?” He whispered into my ears making my hands grow clammy and my heartbeat spike up.

“No sir.” I quickly shook my head frantically, I was just too curious to know what was going to happen.

“Then I don't think you need to know what is going to happen when you go against them, I will make it a surprise for you.” He beamed while walking around with a maniac and feral look.

“I would advise you to be on your best behaviour, I would not be too happy to shoot you after two days of wasting 50 million dollars.” He confided and immediately jerked me up making me scurry away from him.

“You like to be chased? Don't make me chase you, I won't hunt you down, I will kill you.” He threatened making me drift closer to him back.

“Good girl, now it's time to show you to your room, where you are going to be spending most of your time and maybe your entire life till I feel like getting rid of you.” He informed me as if I was supposed to roll on the ground and express how thankful I was to be assigned a special prison in the form of a house.

“Till my dad comes and gets me out of this place.” I corrected while hoping he would not hear me, but it seemed I was wrong because the next thing he said surprised me to the core.

“Don't tell me you believed your father's pathetic promises, what are you again? Seventeen, almost eighteen and you still believed that nonsense your father spewed?” He mocked, earning my attention because I was very sure I hadn't told him about my father coming to get me back.

“Someone that couldn't afford to pay your mother’s medical bills which is not up to 20 million dollars, is that who you think would be able to afford 50 million dollars?” He looked at me with a sinister smile and I swear that this is the real devil's face.

“How do you know about all these? I'm pretty sure I haven't said anything.” I mumbled silently.

“You're asking me how I know? Nothing ever gets past me. Nothing, and I prepare knowing my workers' families in case they decide to fuck up, it would not be so hard to put them in their place.”

“Concerning the punishment, since you've been wondering what it was. Whatever you do to me, I can start by taking out your little brother, Collins is it? Maybe a bigger offence would trigger me to pay a visit to your mother and put her out of the mystery she is.”

“You are evil. You have a black heart that can't be forgiven.” the words slipped out of my mouth before I could realize what I'd done.

“Little bride, you're about to experience how truly evil I am. These are just a glimpse and pinch of what I can do, so do not test my patience.” He warned more sternly this time making me nod my head, after all, that was the only thing I could do.

We stopped at the front of a tall Brown door, I knew for no doubt that we'd gotten to our destination, my bondage.

“This is your room, do not wander around and don't come outside when you're not summoned. I don't take disobedience lightly.” He repeated making me roll my eyes at him not knowing that would be my mistake.

All of a sudden I was swept off my feet, I know what you're thinking but it was not in a bridal style, he placed me on his shoulders making my heart pound erratically that I feared that it might knock off the cage guarding it.

I laid stiffly on his shoulder with my arms dangling around and my legs, before I knew it he came to a stop and sat down while bending me over his knees, before I could realize what the devil wanted to do, my brain processed a sting on my butt making me cry out.

“Don't ever roll your eyes at me, that's a form of disrespect I won't take. It will be a wooden paddle next time I promise. Now count.” He ordered roughly while adjusting the flimsy net I was dressed in at the auction party, my lips quivered from the pain I was feeling but it was not compared to the jolt of electricity that rushed to my unforbidden area.

“Two.” He hit me harder making me cry out and I'm very sure by now my olive skin would have a darker shade of red, tears rushed to my eyes and I couldn't help but sob at how rough and calloused his palms felt on my butt.

I counted to give before he finally released me, more like pushed me off his lap as if I burned him. I was trying to think what would have made him act like that and how my father had never spanked however disrespectful I might come off to him.

“Consider this a warning.” He said and walked his way out of the room while a resounding click echoed in my ears, and I finally released all the accumulated unshed tears in my honey Brown orbs. I was about to sit but the pain radiating from my butt made me stand up immediately, so I decided to shower while thinking about the 360 degrees my life turned.

“Oh god, what have I put myself into?” I cried out the moment I registered what just transpired a few minutes with the devil, making me realize that the scene was familiar and it was something I read from-

“Knock knock.” The bang on the door to the room interrupted me making me whimper at the possible return of the devil.