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CHAPTER 5 : Awakened Desires
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SERENE’S POV
I stepped into the room assigned to me, the heavy oak door creaking shut behind me with a finality that made my heart skip.
Shivers ran down my spine as I scanned the room. The space was vast—larger than my entire dorm, with high ceilings, a four-poster bed draped in silk, and windows that framed the glittering city skyline.
Never in my twenty years had I owned something so grand, so overwhelming.
My sneakers squeaked on the polished hardwood as I turned, locking the door with cautious clicks, my breath shallow.
Living under the same roof as Nicholas Volkov—ruthless billionaire, my spanker, my captor—sent a shiver of fear down my spine. I gulped, the sound loud in the silence, and ventured further into the room.
My eyes caught on a full-length mirror framed in dark wood, standing against the far wall like a silent judge.
I hesitated, then stepped closer, my reflection wavering in the dim light.
The contract’s weight pressed on my mind—live-in maid, his rules, his touch. My hands trembled as I reached for the zipper of my skirt, sliding it down slowly, the fabric pooling at my feet.
I turned, glancing over my shoulder, and gasped.
My ass was red—angry marks from Nicholas’s spanks, the skin tender and warm. I could still feel his hand, firm and possessive, lingering like a ghost. My breath hitched, a mix of shame and something else curling in my belly.
Curiosity nudged me further and …… the sudden feeling of neediness occupied me. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down inch by inch, my eyes widening as they dropped to my ankles.
The fabric was soaked, a dark stain glistening in the dim light. My heart pounded.
Did I… enjoy it?
The spanking, the pain, the way he’d claimed me?
The thought hit me like a wave, heat flooding my cheeks—and lower. I couldn’t believe it, my body betraying my naive mind.
A strange ache grew, a hunger I’d never named, and the urge to touch myself surged, bold and terrifying.
I gasped, hands flying to the hem of my shirt, peeling it off with shaky fingers.
The cool air kissed my skin as I stood in my bra, vulnerable and exposed. My cheeks burned with shyness, but the mirror held my gaze, daring me to explore.
I sank to the plush rug, legs spreading slowly, my reflection a shy stranger. My breath came in short bursts as I hesitated, then slid one finger down, tentative and trembling.
I’d only ever touched myself like this—scared of pain, sticking to what felt safe. My slickness surprised me, wet and warm, and I whimpered, the sound soft.
My finger slid up and down, tracing my folds, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me. I threw my head back against the mattress edge, eyes fluttering shut.
“Oh… fuck me,” I moaned, the dirty words slipping out unbidden, raw and unfamiliar. My hips rocked, seeking more, and I added a whisper,
“Please… harder.”
The fantasy of Nicholas—his hands, his voice—flooded my mind, intensifying the heat. My finger moved faster, slick with my arousal, and I gasped,
“Yes… oh God.” The pressure built, a tight coil in my core, but it wouldn’t break.
I whimpered, frustrated, my body trembling on the edge of release but unable to tip over.
A creak snapped my eyes open.
The door handle rattled, locked but testing. My heart stopped, finger freezing mid-motion.
“ little maid?”
Nicholas’s voice, deep and commanding, seeped through the wood. Panic surged, and I scrambled to my feet, yanking my panties up, wincing at the sting on my ass.
My eyes widened in horror as my skirt followed, clumsy and rushed, the shirt half-buttoned as I stumbled to the mirror, smoothing my hair.
My reflection showed flushed cheeks, wild eyes—guilty as sin.
“I-I’m here!” I called, voice cracking.
The lock clicked, and the door swung open.
Nicholas stood there, all power and menace, his gray eyes narrowing as they swept over my disheveled state. He wore a black robe, loosely tied, revealing a glimpse of scarred chest. My breath caught, the memory of his touch reigniting the ache between my legs.
My body shivered under his gaze and I could not look at him, in his eyes.
“What were you doing?” he asked, stepping inside, the door clicking shut behind him. His gaze dropped to the rumpled rug, the mirror, then back to me. I stepped back, stumbling as I blinked rapidly.
“N-nothing, sir,”
I lied, my face burning.
“Just… settling in.”
He tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Liar.” He closed the distance, his presence overwhelming, and his huge hand moved up to my face and cupped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“I heard you, Serene. Those little moans.”
His thumb brushed my lip, and my knees weakened. My eyes slightly widened as My chest heaved up and down.
“ nothing stays hidden from me and specially in my own territory “
I shivered at his words and gulped softly as I felt him thumb caressing my jaw while his fingers curled around my neck slightly.
“Did you enjoy my spanking?”
My mouth opened, no words coming. Shame flooded me, but the heat in his gaze made my pulse race. The way he spoke made me so embarrassed.
It felt too dirty to talk like this but …… I also masturbated imagining him so-
“I… I don’t know,” I whispered, tears prickling.
I didn’t know what was happening. How could I like this man’s dominance ? His aggression as he took away my freedom, my relationship.
“You will,”
he murmured, his hand sliding to my waist, pulling me against him. My hands pressed on his chest as I closed my eyes. His arousal pressed into my pussy, and I gasped, the contact electric.
“You’re mine to teach, to feel. And you liked it—didn’t you?”
His fingers traced my skirt, lifting it slightly, testing my reaction. I gasped and my fists clenched on his robe, my knees weakening.
I trembled, torn between fear and the lingering desire.
“I…,” I tried to speak, voice barely audible, my body betraying me again.
His chuckle was dark, victorious.
“ I know ……”
He stepped back, leaving me breathless.
“Tomorrow, we’ll explore more. Rest now—but leave the door unlocked.”
His eyes promised things I couldn’t fathom, and he turned, exiting with a quiet command:
“Don’t touch yourself again without me.”
The door closed, and I sank to the bed, heart pounding.
How did he know I touched- How did he know I had locked the door and how the fuck he even opened-
My body hummed, unsatisfied, the mirror reflecting a girl I didn’t recognize—shy, naive, but awakening.
My mind on Nicholas.
I was trapped, his maid, his plaything, and now… his student.
And now he had gotten inside my mind too.
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