You Are Mine

Whipped

"Adrian!" I said in surprise at the same time, Chessa said, "Boss."

Her expression quickly turned pale as she turned around to face Adrian, who looked like he would burst in flames of anger any second. "I asked a question," he took a few more steps into the kitchen. "What the hell is my wife doing on a stool Franchessa?"

I made my way down as quickly as my body could, and rushed to stand in front of Adrian, who was approaching Chessa with a fist. "Would you please calm down?" I yelled.

"Go upstairs." was all he said, without looking at me.

"No! I am not moving an inch until you calm the f**k down and listen to me." I rooted my feet to the ground, refusing to allow him to move past me.

"Nicole," his voice was a warning, but I remained defiant, unwilling to let him blame poor Chessa for something so trivial. Chessa stood behind me, almost as if she was too scared to even speak.

"Look Adrian, I was just keeping the flour back up, I don't know why this is such a big deal right now."

"What were you doing with the flour?" a vein ticked on his jaw, and I knew he was not going to like what I would say next.

"I made breakfast."

"You did what?" he stalked closer, and I placed a hand on his chest holding him back from Chessa. My small hands were no match for his sturdy chest but at least they did the littlest to hold him back from pouncing on Chessa. Did he really have no regard for anyone? I knew he was somewhere between 25 or 26, which would mean Chessa was probably old enough to birth him. Was he really going to disrespect her like that?

"I made breakfast," I repeated, "and before you go throwing bullets around, I did so against Chessa's wishes."

"Like hell you did," he roared.

"She did not want me to do it, but I insisted, so take out your anger on me, not her."

"I do not pay and protect them for them to go against my orders," he glared at Chessa.

"She did not flout your orders, I forced her to, so take it out on me instead." seeing as he was no longer flaring up in rage, I retracted my hand back. "Also, I do not see what mortal sin I committed by making breakfast for myself, I used to make breakfast for myself back at home."

"Well, I do not want you doing that anymore," he straightened, "if you need something, call someone, I do not want you to repeat this." he turned to look at Chessa and said some angry words in Italian that sounded like a warning.

She did a small bow, and said, "Yes boss, it will never happen again."

"Hell yeah, it will," I blurted, folding my hands defiantly. It was now my turn to be upset.

"Nicole," he warned again, with a scowl.

I stepped closer to him, raising my shoulder so I could feel a little more confident. "You are not locking me up like a f*****g prisoner," I said through gritted teeth, "if I want to make myself breakfast or lunch, I f*****g will, and you cannot stop me."

"I do not like your tone Nicole." he looked down at me like I was a toddler at his feet.

"And I do not care, Adrian, you're free to carry the stick you have up your ass, that's not my problem. For now," I pushed past him, "I'm starving and I want to have the breakfast I made."

He chuckled humorlessly as I walked past him to the counter with the waffles. He turned to Chessa, "I would like to have breakfast alone with my wife upstairs," he took a few steps to join me at the island where I was setting the plates for breakfast. A shiver ran through my body as he lifted one large arm and dropped it on my shoulder, then looked at me with a cold smile.

Maybe I should not have pissed him off like that. My mind raced with different possibilities of what he was going to do to me once we were alone.

"Of course, boss," she nodded, and did a small bow.

"Come on baby," he tightened his hand around my shoulder and pulled me closer.

"I think I want to have breakfast here," I gave him a toothed smile, and it took a good effort to not roll my eyes.

He smirked and leaned down to whisper, "Do not get the wrong idea baby, no one here would bat an eye, if I gave you your punishment right here in the kitchen." my breath hitched up, and my eyes widened. "Now you have two seconds to come with me, or I will carry you upstairs myself. Literally."

I sucked in a shuddering breath and forced a smile, while my heart raced in fear. Thoughts about how scared and alone I was in that cold dark room on the night I came here, flooded my brain. I worked to steady my breathing and turned to Chessa. "It was nice meeting you today, please send breakfast up, and I'm sorry for any inconveniences."

"No, thank you for helping out today," she smiled and turned back to what she was doing.

Without allowing me to say another word, he leaned down and lifted me, hauling me over his shoulder. "Hey, I was going to walk on my own." I smack his shoulder.

"I told you two seconds, I was not joking."

Just like he said, everyone faced their businesses, as he carried me all the way up.

"I'll count to five, put me down before I finish counting," I threatened, but that only seemed to make him tighten his grip on my ass.

"One..."

"You do not know this yet, but I do not take kindly to threats, Nicole." he landed a hard smack on my ass, making me yelp in surprise and pain.

"f**k you, Adrian," I whispered, but he heard it clearly, seeing as he had me over his shoulder, and my ass stung with another painful smack. I wanted to scream another curse at him again, but the fresh and painful reminder on my ass helped me clamp my mouth shut till we got to the room.

He dropped me on the bed and turned around to lock the door. I crawled on the bed with my back, and he climbed on the bed too, crawling over me, until my back the headboard. "What are you doing Adrian," I put a hand on his chest, trying to push him back, but he only came closer until he was only a breath away.

"You have been bad these days maybe a little punishment will guide you back to the right path." he had a wicked grin on his face.

"Please Adrian," I begged, "don't take me back to that room."

"Rephrase," he said simply.

"Please master, I do not want to go back there."

"I was not going to take you there," he chuckled and took the hand that was pushing him back. He trailed kisses from the tip of my fingers down to my wrist. "There are many other ways to punish you, don't you think?"

I breathed a relieved sigh, thankful that he was not going to take me to that awful dungeon. Surely no other punishment could be nearly as painful, so I would survive after all.

He dropped my hand and pushed himself off me. "Strip," was all he said as he stalked to the closet, without giving me a chance to ask any questions.

I reached for the waistband of my sweats and pushed it down slowly. He walked back to the room holding a broad leather-covered stuff that looked like a belt and the ball gag he had used the last time. I swallowed hard, as I found the hem of the large t-shirt I had on.

"You still have your clothes on," he said, walking back to the bed.

"Are you going to use those on me," I asked, unable to hide the fear in my trembling voice.

He opened one of the bedside drawers and took out the scissors he used the last time. He turned around the bed to meet me and brushed my fumbling hands away from the shirt.

"You are not allowed to ask questions, but yeah." he placed the scissors in the middle of the shirt, and in just a few seconds, he tore it into two, revealing my lack of any underwear. He pushed the rest of the shirt off my shoulders, and it fell to the ground.

I shivered, as the cool air in the room hit my skin. "Do you really have to do this? I just have a bad temper, I'm sure an apology will work, please" I said in a pleading voice, trying out my last option.

"I know about your temper that's why we are going to tame it. See it as me helping you to control your temper by controlling you." He trailed his finger down to my breast and brushed the pad of his thumb against my n*****s. But he did not go any further, and I was torn between disappointment and relief.

He walked to the edge of the bed where he dropped the gag and belt-like thing and brought them to me. He took the gag first and brought it to my lips. "Open," he said, holding the gag on my lip.

"Can we please not use that," I begged, remembering how long it took my jaw to stop aching after the last time.

"You know I'm not going to force you to do anything Nicole, but if you will do what I want, you will have to do it completely," He brought it back to my lips, and this time, I opened my mouth slowly, and he put the torture ball in my mouth, then strapped it behind.

He took a step back, regarding me with a proud smile. "All mine," he muttered, his eyes lingering on my breasts.

Pervert

He took my hand and walked me over to the side of the dresser table. His large hands, steadying me, as my quivering legs threatened to give out. In a swift move, he cleared out the table, sending everything flying to the ground.

"Bend over and place your hand behind your back." I thought of trying one last plea, but everything I said came out muffled, and with saliva dripping off my chin. My best option was to remain quiet.

I did as he asked and bent over the table, from the side, sending my ass hanging in the air. With a little difficulty, I crossed my hands backward and made a fist on both hands. "I am not going to bound your hands, and you would have to hold them down. If you release your hand until I say so, I'll take it as you using your safe word, and I hope you know what would follow."

I nodded, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. I tried to convince myself that it was probably not going to hurt so much, but that did not do much to make me feel better.

From the corner of my eyes, I watched him walk back to the bed and pick up the belt thingy, and then he settled behind me. "Do you know what this is?" he asked, brushing it lightly on my back.

I shook my head slowly, trying to keep my head straight, but I still ended up turning back to look at him.

"This is a paddle," he said simply, "it's going to hurt more if you are tensed so, I would advise that you relax. Do you understand?"

I nodded with my head and my breast pressed against the cool surface of the table. I stretched my legs, standing on my toes, and I knew in this position, my entire body was thoroughly revealed to him, but that was the least of my worries. My mind was too focused on bracing myself for what I knew was coming.

A loud crack split through the air, as the paddle made the first contact with my skin, and my scream came out in a loud muffling sound. It burned for a few seconds, and I realized it was a little more painful than his hand smacking my butt.

"One," he breathed.

I steeled myself, preparing my mind for the next impact, the next hit was much harder than the first, and I could feel the tears stinging on my lids, but I worked to hold it back. I felt the urge to release my hand, and push myself off, ending this torture, but I knew what would happen if I dared so I focused my mind on keeping my hands still, and trying to hold my tears from falling, as the next two blows stung my skin.

My mind went numb as he registered the fifth, and I could not bring myself to think of anything other than the jarring pain on my ass. My fingernails dug into my palm so hard they became numb too. Too numb to move, or push him away.

"Five," he growled, almost breathless too.

I wanted more than anything to end this torture and use my safe words, after all, it was meant to protect me, but I just could not bring myself to be so selfish. I knew what would happen to my parents if I did, so I had to endure this.

Only a few more, and this would end, right?

My body stiffened as he raised the paddle for the next hit, causing him to hold still. "Relax, or it would only hurt more," he ordered.

How hard can that be?

A muffled sob escaped my lips, as he made the last impact on my skin with the paddle, almost knocking me off of my feet. I was no longer bent over the table, instead, the table was holding me up from falling.

The tears fell freely from my eyes, and I heard the sound of the paddle as it landed on the wood floor. My eyes were shut, but I could hear his footsteps as he entered the closet and came back a few seconds later.

"This is going to be cold," he said, and a moment later, his large hands spread a cold soothing liquid across my butt. I was too numb to move or even open my eyes, and I just let him do what he wanted. He leaned down, brushing his erection against my ass through his pants. How as it possible that seeing me in so much pain only turned him on?

He pushed the hair from my face and uncrossed my wrists that were still firmly in place behind. He trailed soft kisses from my neck to my shoulder down to my tailbone, which surprisingly did a lot to soothe me. Just when I expected him to stop the trail, he continued, going lower, until he was kissing every sore on my butt cheeks.

My eyes snapped open, and I stiffened as his kisses trailed lower. "Relax," he said, holding my thighs to the table, "I can't believe that made you wet."

What? Impossible.

He straightened and held my shoulders, pulling me up to him. I felt like a rag doll, too numb to even stand. There were drools of saliva running down my chin, but he still held me close to his chest. He unlatched the gag, and took the ball out, allowing me to feel my jaws again.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he wiped the streak of tears that had fallen from my eyes, while his other hand wrapped possessively around me, holding me from falling.

"No," I answered honestly, too weak to fight the words.

"What do you want me to do to make you feel better?" he asked.

"You probably should not have hit me in the first place,"

"But it did turn you on," he pressed a kiss to my temples and trailed his hand lower to my thighs. "I whipped you, and it made you wet, how does that even happen," he taunted.

Stupid traitorous body, and maybe a little biology too.

"I am not answering that."

He chuckled, and brought his lips to mine in a small kiss, "Are you hungry?"

"Starving," I mumbled.

"I want to taste what you made," he said, and I lifted my head to his, surprised.

"I thought you hated me cooking," my voice was a little higher than before.

"We'll talk about that later, for now, I want to feed my wife," He lifted me in his arms, cradling me in his chest.

"You know I can walk right," I protested, even though I knew how false that statement was.

"No, I do not know that." he lowered me carefully into the couch, "Stay here, I'll get you breakfast,"

How was it possible for him to switch from monster to this person I was seeing right now, and so easily at that. It was like one second he was f*****g Hitler, and the next he was a damn saint. How was I supposed to hate him one minute and want him around the next?

One thing was certain, he was the most unpredictable man I had ever met. And now I found myself wanting this unpredictable man, more than I should. I should not even be thinking about him at all. I should hate him, yet somehow, my thighs were sticky with proof of how aroused I was from his torture.

No matter how much I blamed natural forces for the way my body reacted to him, I knew the truth. I was attracted to Adrian, no it was a lot more than an attraction, I wanted him, I wanted him in any way I could have him, saint or monster.

And that was bad, really bad. My stay here just got a lot more complicated.