The Punishment

Elowen:

Laura rushed to Adjo’s aid, while Dante clutched my hand tightly.

“I have heard that everyone in this room has called for Elowen’s execution, but as the future leader of the red mafia, I annul this agreement; Elowen belongs to me, and I will decide what to do with her,” he said, and my eyes widened in surprise.

I could not tell if I should consider myself lucky because everyone knew him: Dante Guerra, a.k.a. the ripper. He was known as the slayer of men and had executed more people than his father and grandfather combined, but I could not put a face to him because the entire house was devoid of his pictures.

“With that said, this meeting is adjourned,” Dante said, but then a man in the group raised his hand.

“Yes,” Dante responded, raising his brow.

“You can not just walk in here and disprove our agreement. We all know your position in the family, and we are only allowing you to sit on the throne because your father ordered it before he died, and….”

"So what is your point?" Dante cut him off. He let go of me and marched towards the man.  

“Elowen’s head must fall on a platter, and I believe I am speaking for my brothers!” He said, slamming his fist on the table.

Dante took out a knife and stabbed it into the man’s wrist, causing him to yell. Everyone began to mutter, and I could sense their fear from a mile away. Personally, I felt like peeing in my pants and wondered if it would have been better to go through with the wedding.

“Shush!” Dante said to him, grabbing his lips to stop him from screaming.

My entire body trembled with fear, and I slowly backed away, hoping to escape, but then I collided with something hard and turned around to see a guard.

“I also want his hand on a platter for interrupting my speech.” Dante smiled as he released the man.

“Does anyone dare to speak up again?” He asked, and the room went silent. “In the absence of any objection, this meeting is adjourned.” Dante said, and then he grabbed my hand, dragging me down the corridor.

He lifted me onto his shoulder in one swoop, and I hit hard on his body to get him to let go. He entered a room and pushed the door open before slamming it shut and tossing me onto the bed. 

He stared at me for a while, and my heart raced as I anticipated what he would do next.

“Why did you steal from me?” he asked, and I threw my face away.

He grabbed my jaw hard, inching closer to my face, and whispered, “I want you so bad that I would give anything to protect you, but I am not used to being disrespected.”

As his breath fanned hot on my neck, I tried to push him away.

“Look at me, and answer me right now!” he yelled, startling me.

“I...I am sorry. I needed the money desperately.” I said.

When he noticed how much I was trembling, he gently caressed my cheek before saying, “I chose you for a reason, but I am a man of principle, and you broke my rule by stealing from me. Worse, you tried to run away.”

“I will provide whatever you want, but you have chosen to disrespect me, so I must punish you, but do not take it personally, my pearl.” He said, and then he kissed my cheek, which I immediately wiped off. 

When someone knocked on the door, he ordered them into the room, and then a guard entered with a document. He took it from him and tossed it at me, crossing his arms and staring into my eyes.

“Section two, subsection three. Read what it says.” Dante said, and my hands shook as I grabbed the document I had signed the night before.

I opened it and swallowed hard when I saw the title: “Punishment for a subject who attempts to flee from the master.”

Subject? Master? This man stated that he wanted me, and I was currently nothing more than a subject to him.

“Read it!” he barked.

“The subject is to please the master with BDSM sex, conforming to all of his desires, and she must ensure that the master is completely satisfied.” He took the book from me after I had read it aloud.

“A maid will come by and clean you up, and then you will meet me in my playroom,” he said, kissing my cheek before leaving the room.

**

Aside from blow jobs, which Adjo secretly forced me to perform, I was unaware of any other sexual activities beyond regular sex. I did not want Dante to think I was naïve, so I did not mention how sore I was. After I took a bath, I was led to the playroom. My heart pounded as I grabbed the door’s handle.

When I opened the door, a large room greeted me with red lights and a massive bed in the center. I swallowed hard as I noticed a cuff and other items on the bed that I did not recognize. The more I looked at the equipment laid out and how much the room resembled a dungeon, the more I realized I was in for something serious.

“Are you excited about trying out your new toys?” Dante inquired, and I gasped as I saw him standing behind me wearing nothing but his briefs with a whip in his hand.

I bit my lips, and he grabbed my hand right away.

“Take off your clothes,” he whispered.

I hesitated, and his brows wrinkled at once.

“Strip!” he ordered.

“What are those for?” I asked, a lump forming in my throat. 

When I took off my clothes, he pinned me to his body and cuffed my hands behind me.

“Dante, the whip!” I spoke as my body trembled against his.

“Fuck around and find out, baby girl,” he said, licking my cheeks.

“Now, be a good girl and please daddy,” he said, running the whip between my thighs…