Fate's Pawn: First Bite

Chapter Five: My Punishment

As we walked down that long hallway I kept my eyes locked on the floor. Whenever I was too slow I felt a shove from behind and I was sent reeling a few steps forward before I could catch my balance. The third time it happened I chanced a glance behind myself. The door to my prison was getting closer. His eyes were so narrowed at me and filled with so much anger I felt fear strike in the depths of my soul. Was he capable of killing me?

“What’s going on?” A smooth voice interjected from the shadows ahead and I froze as I stared at its owner.

He was tall but his features were obscured besides his lake-blue eyes. I had never seen someone with blue eyes before and my mouth parted in my shock. “We were just retiring to our room-”

He held up a finger and I shut up. I felt Orion come up behind me. His eyes scanned the new arrival and his familiar easy-going smile appeared. He must have sensed this stranger had station somehow. He reserved that smile just for those types after all. “Good evening. My servant stumbled and I was checking on her.”

I hid my wince. I hated when he called me his in any sort of means. I wondered if this man had seen how Orion was treating me or if he had only seen the aftermath. Orion was usually far more cautious when it came to his abuse of me. In all my years of service, no one had caught on yet.

“Is that so?” He nodded to himself. “Are you two the servants of Prince Ashywn?”

“Yes,” Orion answered. “I am his adviser, and Willow here is under my watch. I’m well aware of how the prince of this castle feels about women. I promise that she will cause no problems.”

The blue eyes darkened and his lip curled. “How does the prince feel about women?” He was still in the shadows but I saw a flash of his perfect white teeth as he leaned against a stone pillar. Now I sensed something about him was amiss.

“I’m not here to gossip,” Orion answered. “I’m just here to help my prince and to make sure this one doesn’t get into mischief.”

“Well then, it’s getting quite late. Perhaps I’ll see you tomorrow. I have other business to attend to.” He waved a hand before he slipped back into the shadows.

Orion’s smile stayed on his lips as we strolled the rest of the way to our room. He didn’t push me or pressure me any longer at least. He opened the door and gave a bow with a flourish of his hand. I nodded my head without a smile and slipped through. The door shut behind me with a soft thud and I heard him engage the lock. His smile vanished in an instant. “Willow, strip and lie face-down on the bed.”

I swallowed but obeyed. My clothes slipped to the floor as well as my undergarments and I climbed onto the soft bed burying my face in the cover. My heart had picked up speed and beads of sweat trailed down my cheek. His hand slipped over my back the pads of his fingers making the barest of contact. I shivered under the odd caress and my body tightened on edge as his hand went lower.

The rustle of clothing was the only indicator that he was getting undressed as well. I closed my eyes as I searched for the strength to endure it all again. The touch moved to my buttocks following the curve and then lifting. I had a moment of blissful freedom of his touch before his hand came down hard and struck me. Before I could make a sound the other cheek too was struck.

“Nothing?” he questioned as his strikes increased in rhythm and power.

My ass was starting to sting from the assault but I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want this to get worse. Smack, smack smack. With every strike more force was used as his anger was taken out on me. I couldn’t clench my body any longer and I muffled a cry into the mattress. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing my pain so easily.

Unfortunately, he didn’t need just the sound to be satisfied. Just the action of me showing pain was enough for him. A long moan escaped his lips and I chanced a glance back to see his hand wrapped around his own d**k as he stroked it back and forth with a heavy hand. His eyes opened to see mine and for a moment he stilled.

The bed creaked as he slid off of it and I breathed a sigh of relief. A sharp heavy slap reverberated around the room and it took me a moment to connect the sound with the fact that had had just hit me with his riding crop. There was a twisted smile on his lips as he climbed back on the bed kneeling behind me. The whip struck again and this time a cry escaped my throat. The leather loop was much more precise than his hand had been and he was striking for pain.

Again and again, the crop struck me. My ass was the first target, but his blows migrated. My thighs, my legs but only to where my skirts stopped, my back and shoulders, any skin he could reach and that wouldn’t be visible while clothed was fair game. His blows were strong and fast, far faster than his hand had been. He was moaning with each strike matching it in time to my whimpers of pain. I didn’t want to scream. I wouldn’t scream for him. No matter what I was going to keep it inside I couldn’t let him hear it.

“Turn over.” His voice was raspy with desire and it terrified me.

I wanted to deny him but was in too much pain already to even consider such a thing. I nodded and flipped over. My eyes avoided his. I hated being nude around him. He took the crop and the leather loop ghosted down my body. He trailed it between my quivering breasts. His eyes were locked on my face, I might not want to look at him but he was trained for my every reaction. The crop made a figure eight around my orbs before it started to descend lower. A lazy pattern down my stomach and then he was sticking it in-between my legs, using it to force me to part them.

“Hold them open all the way, Willow.” His demand was absolute, his eyes glazed with passion and heady with power.

I spread my legs and held them open for his inspection. I could feel the familiar tears welling up but I forced them down. I took a deep breath, and tired of being such a timid mouse I dared a glare at him.

He chuckled as he saw the simmering hate in my eyes. “That’s the beautiful part of you, Will. Now, let’s make it even prettier.”

I started to open my mouth to ask just what he meant when the crop was removed from my body. He lifted it high in the air and it came crashing down, straight onto my womanhood. I screamed at the sudden sharp pain and he laughed as he muffled the noise with his heavy hand. “Please,” I whispered beneath his fingers the tears flowed down my cheeks now. I hadn’t expected that new type of pain, I hadn’t expected any of this.

“Please?” He questioned as he trailed the crop over my body again. I tried to let go of my legs and his eyes narrowed on me. I held tighter terrified of the next blow. My whole backside was on fire, but it was nothing compared to the lingering sting that still inflamed my clit. “Willow, I have to know that you’ve learned your lesson, but I know you. You never learn. Even after this, you’re still going to defy me. You’re still going to chase after Prince Ashwyn like some pathetic puppy dog, and you’ll never just submit and know your place. You want me to stop with the crop?”

I nodded and he removed his hand from my mouth.

“Then say it.”

It? He made it sound like such an easy phrase. I swallowed as I resisted the urge to just burst into tears. I had never given him the satisfaction of hearing it, not in all the years I had been with him. Not even once, I always defied him when it came to the subject.

“Will.” His voice had a warning growl. The leather loop of the crop trailed over my nether lips and he pushed them open with one hand exposing even more of myself to him. “You’re going to learn,” he whispered. “Do you really want to make me do this again? I might just lose myself and c*m right now if I hit you while holding you open like this.”

Fear grabbed my throat. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t move. The crop stroked me the smooth leather promising so much more pain than I had already endured. He held the crop up and we both watched its ascent. I bit my lip hard. “I belong to you.”

“What’s that?” His grin couldn’t be any bigger. “I don’t think I quite heard you. Speak up.”

“I belong to you.” I sobbed out. “I’m your servant to do whatever you will with, just please no more please please please.” The mantra spilled from my lips like a magical spell. I couldn’t take a direct hit like he was promising.

“Good girl.” Orion tossed the crop to the side. “If you make me teach you this lesson again, Willow. I promise it will be even worse. No matter where you try to hide, no matter what you try to do. I’m always going to find you, and I’m always going to put you back in your place. Don’t forget, your mother sold you to me. That means you’re mine forever, and always.”

I nodded. I couldn’t bring myself to say any more treacherous words but he was satisfied with the ones I had already spoken.

He spread my legs wide and with one movement he slammed deep inside of me. I hissed at the pain but endured. It was always painful. I had gossiped with others before about s*x, but none of their stories lived up to what my reality was. All I felt was pain during and even after.

He grinned at the sounds I made and nuzzled his nose against my cheek. “That’s my Willow.” His hands went to my hips and he started to thrust deep inside me burying himself to the hilt with each. “You will serve me every night like this,” he whispered into my ear. “You will sleep nude with me, you’re forbidden to leave this room without me.” As he told me his rules he thrust over and over again losing himself to his pleasure.

I suppose all of the foreplay of striking me with his crop had already gotten him aroused. He came in short order with a groan. I could feel his d**k inside me moving like a poisonous snake as it spat its venom into my womb. He rolled off and cleaned himself off in a basin. I stayed where I was as I let the tears fall in silence.

He had won this battle there was no doubt about that, but I would never let him win the war.