His To Own

Chapter Nine- Consequences

“Kain, I’m so sorry.” I apologized with fear written all over my face.

            My hands were still holding on to his length and his piercing black pupils stared back at me like I had crossed the line. He stood up and reached into his pants to remove my hand by force.

            “I will break your fingers if you don’t release my dick.” He hissed at me.

            I was so scared. I was not sure what to do. I knew that if I released him, he was going to do something to me. I was not ready to see what his punishment for me was if I stepped out of line.

            “Kain, please.” I begged. “I’ll let go, just don’t hurt me.

            He laughed, ignoring my plea.

            “You’re f*****g dead.” He said, calmly.

            “I’m sorry.”

            He smiled, showing his fangs to me. I placed my other hand over his and tried to remove his hands off of mines, but his grip was stuck. I groaned, finally releasing my grip on his d**k. He released my hand and I backed away from him as fast as I could. While he was fixing his pants, I tried to rush out the room, but he beat me to it. When I looked at his pants, I realized that his belt was the only thing missing. I backed away from him, making it over to my bed.

            “Kain..” I whimpered.

            He shook his head and forced me to lay on the bed. He placed his hands on my side and turned me to where I was laying on my back. Scared out of my mind, I tried to get up, but he forced me down by putting his knee into my back.

            “Owww!” I shouted. “Kain, please stop! You’re hurting me!”

            Biggest mistake for me was that I tried to use both of my hands to push him off. He ended up grabbing both of them and locking them down as well. He lifted the back of my dress up and that’s when his belt was used. The sting from the belt was so unbearable that tears poured from my eyes.

            “Please, stop!” I cried. “Kain, I’m sorry!”

            He ignored me and continued. Each pop was heard and a excruciating sting was felt each time. I buried my face into the blanket and continued to scream. I never been whooped  before in my life and I could not believe he would do that to me. He whooped me one last time before he place his whole body over me. He removed his hold over my arm and I was able to cover my face. His breathing was heavy and I swore I heard a moan escape his lips. He grabbed my hair and forced my head to lean back. He placed his lips on my neck and he hissed.

            “What’s my name?” He asked me in a very dark tone.

            I continued to sob; I was mad at him for hurting me. He smacked my sore bottom with his bare hand, causing me yelp in pain.

            “What’s my name?” He asked again. “Say it right.”

            “Daddy.” I whispered.

            “Louder.”

            “It’s Daddy!”

            He got off of me and I stayed where I was. I did not move or anything. I could not look at him at that moment. I heard him fiddle with his belt and that made me turn to him. I was hoping he would not whoop me again. My ass could not take another one. He looked at me as he placed his belt back in his jeans.

            “f**k up again.” He threatened. “I’ll do you way worse than I just did.”

            “Yes, Daddy.” I said,  softly.

            “Straighten yourself up and let’s go.”

            He walked out of my room and I groaned out loud. My hand traveled to my ass and I flinched when I hit the tender spot. I got off the bed and did as I was told. I was not trying to get on his bad side tonight. I made it down the stairs before I knew it and he was waiting for me at the door. He finished texting and his eyes traveled up to me. I walked over to him and held my head down. I could not face him at the moment. He wrapped his arm around me and smacked my ass. I groaned and looked up at him.

            “Don’t embarrass me.” He told me.

            “Yes, Daddy.”

            He moved away from me and opened the front door. He walked out first and I came out after him. He locked the door and he walked ahead of me to the car. I got to the passenger side of the car and he unlocked the door for me. Before I hopped in, I saw Kieran’s car pull up to the house. I hopped in the car and Kain started the car. He pulled out of the driveway and pulled up near his brother’s car.

            “You know Bernie is going to be there, right?” Kieran asked Kain.

            “Yeah, I know.” Kain told him. “And I want him to try something.”

            “Well, whatever happens, I got your back.”

            Kain nodded his head and sped off down the street. I already knew there was going to be problems at this dinner that we were going to. Especially since Bernie was going to be there. I sighed and crossed my arms over my pushed up breast.

            “I already know that fucker is going to be give me problems over you.” Kain spoke first. “I hope you behave tonight.”

            “I don’t like Bernie, so you have nothing to worry about.” I huffed.

            He flicked my ear and I turned his way.

            “Calm that attitude down.” He ordered.

            “Yes, Daddy.”

            He placed his hand on my thigh and rubbed it. Great, my body is doing its f*****g s**t again, I thought to myself. As I continued to stare at Kain, I started to wonder what he saw me as. Was I just a slave to him? Or could I be something else? From the way he acts and the way he does things, he has been a hard vampire to read. He shows affection sometimes, but he does become difficult to handle. Plus, the whole punishing thing.

            As I thought about what happened in the room, I could not help, but to wonder something. Does Kain get off to punishing his girls? The way he acted after he whooped me was something, I never saw him do. I wanted to bring it up, but now was definitely not the time. Maybe after the dinner. Yeah, definitely after the dinner.