Chapter 6

RYLEIGH braced herself for her punishment after Keith's departure. Whatever it is, she must remain strong... and try not to faint. Unfortunately, she lost consciousness on that particular night. Luke may now believe that she is a weak woman. This time, though, she will ensure that she endures everything.

She is aware that if the man is obeyed, he will not harm her.

Ryleigh's only obligation is to obey him, she thought to herself as she climbed the stairs.

She was also perplexed because Luke had instructed her to prepare a snack for them, but when he approached her as she was placing the snacks on the tray, he informed her that Keith had departed and that he would see her in his playroom.

She paused at the door and exhaled deeply before knocking three times. Her heart began to beat quicker than normal, and her palms began to sweat despite the breezy air. When the door opened, her knees began to shake, and if she hadn't gripped the door jamb, she would have fallen to the floor.

When she looked up, she saw Lucas's eyes; they were chilly and his forehead was furrowed.

"I... I tripped over my own feet," she murmured sheepishly, flashing a smile.

"Enter," he whispered with a deep, icy voice that causes her to shudder.

She stepped inside and was greeted by a room packed with things she was unfamiliar with: a large area, curtains that blocked the light so it wouldn't enter, black walls, and a crimson shadow that illuminated the entire room.

Her IQ is lower than Luke's; she is not a genius who knows everything, but she is also not a newbie who doesn't know what can be done where she is standing.

"Strip, Rye," he commanded, bringing her to her senses.

She nodded and followed his instructions. As she is wearing a dress, when she removed it, she was only wearing her panties.

"Remove your bra and leave your underwear on."

She immediately followed suit. The bra just slipped out of her grasp and fell to the ground.

Luke then drew the drawer closer to him. "Turn your back to me," he instructed, placing a blindfold in the drawer before closing it.

He walks up to Rye and applies the blindfold. He felt satisfaction when the woman remained obedient and never grumbled or spoke.

Luke gripped her arm and led her to an unknown location because she could not see anything. However, when they stopped, her leg touched something silky, which she decided to be the bed's edge as she felt the sheet. She began to panic as Luke released her and began to feel her, but she did not feel anything. It was only the fresh air.

Luke, captivated by the sight of Rye's fully formed mounds, was smirking when she called his name.

When she began to walk, he grasps her and pushes her into the bed, causing the woman to exhale as she landed.

He approached her while removing his shirt. “Don’t move.” Then, Rye ceases thrashing and lies motionless.

Luke observed and even tasted Hannah’s piles, but he acknowledges that Rye's were denser and larger. Her pinkish tips appear to be enticing him, and as soon as he understands this, he seizes her left tip on his lips.

Rye shouted in horror and wriggled, but Luke's fingers caught her hands and pinned them above her head as he aggressively swallowed his cigarette tip.

Due to the manner in which he licked and savored her tip, Rye groaned not in delight but in pain.

"L-Luke... don't!" But Luke does not appear to hear her and continues to nibble on it.

She wriggled her legs, but Luke placed his weight on them, causing her to moan in pain due to his immense size.

When Luke became satisfied with the situation, he ceased, but Rye continued to struggle to escape his hands; Luke then smacked her left leg to stop her.

Luke responded, "I said, don't move," and he quickly flipped her over on the sheet so that her back was facing him. When he noticed how round and lumpy Rye's b-tt was, Luke's ice-cold eyes flashed briefly.

He then softly paddled her right b-ttock.

"Are you willing to accept all of the punishment I will give you?" he said, and Rye nodded. However, all Luke wanted Rye to do was talk. He yelled, "Speak!" and spanked her bottom again, although this time it was a bit harder.

"Y-Yes."

"Good."

Rye is unable to articulate her true emotion at the time. She was a rookie at everything. She felt joy one minute, then loathing the next—contempt with herself. However, she was aware that she was the one dragging herself along.

She exclaimed in shock as Luke spanked her again on the b-tt. And tears streamed from her eyes as he continued to smack her lightly too severely. And makes her count the number of blows he delivered.

"Thirty..." he's already been spanked thirty times. And her g-nitalia began to ache and numb. And Luke observed her white skin turning red.

When Luke was finished and satisfied with his spanking, he turned Rye around so that he was facing him.

When he forced her to face him, he noticed her br-asts jiggle. Now, he was inclined to suck it again, but he maintained his self-control. He needs discipline. He does not wish to enter his shaft into the woman he despises.

He must relinquish control of his body. And he should keep in mind that he will only torture her for pleasure until she begs him to take her over.

TODAY, was the day Ryleigh dreaded the most. What else could she do if Luke insisted on bringing Hannah into their home? Even though she told him multiple times to punish her, he was determined about picking her up. If that woman will be residing in their home, what would her role be?

What if someone from the neighborhood sees Luke with that woman? Oh, she almost forgot that the houses in Cameron Shores were ten to fifteen meters apart. And their home was enclosed by towering brick walls; no one could see, no one could peep inside, and no one could hear her screams.

Luke was clever enough to bring her to a castle-like home that her parents considered charming.

To her dismay, Lucas left and informed her that he must be in his office by 8:00 a.m. because Hannah will be leaving for the airport at 10:00 a.m. She shook her head and continued to prepare their breakfast, but she was dismayed to learn that he had been there by 8:00 a.m. She laughed as if she were going insane. How dare he slap her in the face with his efforts to retrieve his fiancée if she is his wife?

Her thinking murmured, "You're just his wife in the paper, Rye," causing her to shake her head and begin eating by herself.

As she ate, her thoughts wandered to the various outcomes that could occur upon Hannah's arrival. Will Luke discipline her in his playroom as he did the day before? Or will Luke disregard her? But she has the right to inquire what Luke could do, right? Since she was the spouse. And if Hannah is willing to accept whatever Luke desires, she is no different from a mistress.

That is all!

She will struggle with her wifely duty. And she cares not whether Luke will chastise or injure her. She may experience fear at times, but she can withstand it because he has already begun it with her.

How he spanked her yesterday, causing her b-tt to become sore and numb, is uncomfortable for her, but her body enjoys it. Based on how he sucked her n-pple, it appears she desired it again. It was her first time experiencing it, and while it gave her pleasure, she found it uncomfortable. Particularly when she was naked in his presence. Despite this, she will do anything to please Luke.

It was three in the afternoon when she completed her laundry; fortunately, they have a dryer, so she immediately folded the clothing. It was her clothes that she washed, so she may request Luke's dirty clothes when he returns. She is hesitant to enter his room, and even if she did, she laughed, it’s locked.

She was ready to ascend the stairs when she heard a car engine abruptly halt, indicating that Lucas has arrived home. She then set down the laundry basket with her folded clothing and proceeded to the front door. She was smiling as she opened the door, but her grin vanished when she noticed the woman who had just exited his vehicle.

When she met Luke's eyes as he removed his aviator sunglasses, her heart began to race and she began to shake, but she remained erect.

"Hello, Rye," Hannah said as they drew closer.

She then smiled weakly and refocused her gaze on Luke. Why are you required to do this? She contemplated, then turned around and walked away. She retrieved her wash basket before entering her room.

As soon as she closes the door, tears begin to rapidly fall from her eyes to her cheeks. She hugs her clothing above her chest. She believed she could endure it and was okay with it, but it was all an illusion. She was about to enter her closet when she heard a knock at the door. She brushed away her tears before opening the door. But as she realized who was behind it, her tears began to blur her eyesight.

"L-Luke... do you require anything? Where is Hannah?" She stuttered as she attempted to contain her tears and not burst out.

Luke frowned at her as he stuffed his hands into his jeans’ pockets.

He inquired, "Did you cry?" but she simply glanced aside.

She murmured, "I promise I will only stay here and never go down in order to... to give you a minute."

Even if she wanted to protest, she lacks the strength to do so. Perhaps she simply needs rest.

However, to her astonishment, Luke entered her room and quickly shut the door.

"Lu—"

Luke crushed his lips into hers, preventing her from finishing her sentence. Incredulous, she does not know how to answer. Luke began to harshly taste her, biting her bottom lip, causing her to gasp. In response, she attempted to push Luke away. And straining to breathe for air, but Luke won't let her go; she thought he was kissing her because he changed his mind about their marriage, giving her a second chance; nevertheless, she was mistaken; it was another form of punishment.