Chapter eight: the punishment

Aria's pov

The door slammed shut behind him.

I knelt naked on the cold marble floor, my ruined dress a torn puddle beside me. My heart thundered. My thighs trembled. The sting of leather still burned across my ass.

His orders echoed in my mind.

Crawl to the bed. Spread for me. Wait.

But I didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

The air itself was heavy. Electric. Laced with something thick and primal.

Fear.

And desire.

Then I heard him.

His footsteps.

Slow. Measured. Like a predator circling a trapped prey.

He returned.

I dared a glance up.

Nero stood by the desk. His dark eyes gleamed. His belt still dangling from his hand like a snake made from leather.

"Still on the floor," he murmured, voice soft and dangerous. "Not what I instructed but good nonetheless. You’re learning fear, little fox."

I swallowed. My heart pounded in my ears.

"But fear is not enough."

He approached. Slow. Dominating. A dark god dressed in black and silver.

"On your hands and knees," he ordered.

I obeyed. The cold floor bit into my palms.

Leather swooped in the air.

The belt lashed across my ass again.

I gasped.

"Count."

I bit my lip. "O-One."

The belt struck again. Harder.

"Two," I moaned.

Again.

"Three..."

The fire bloomed. Sharp. Hot. My thighs trembled.

Again.

"Four..."

Tears blurred my vision.

Nero crouched behind me. His hand soothed the burning flesh. Then slipped lower. Between my thighs.

"Dripping," he murmured. "You filthy little fox. My pain makes you wet."

His fingers circled my clit. Slow. Cruel.

I whimpered. Hating him. Hating myself. Wanting more.

"Tell me," he whispered. "Do you like it? My belt. My hand. My control?"

I moaned, unable to stop. "Yes..."

The belt struck against my skin.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Dominus!" I gasped.

He chuckled darkly.

"Good girl."

His hand slipped between my legs. Three fingers pushed inside me. Stretching. Claiming.

"Fuck, you’re tight," he growled. "So ready. So needy. My little rebel... begging without words."

He curled his fingers.

I arched. A cry tore from my lips.

Pleasure and pain coursed through my body in ways I had never imagined.

"On the bed."

I crawled. Shaking. Burning. Every nerve alive.

He watched. Like a wolf savoring the kill.

"Spread wide," he ordered.

I obeyed. Legs open. Exposed. Helpless.

He uncoiled the belt.

"Wrists," he commanded.

I raised them.

Leather bound me. Tight. The scent of his cologne faintly on it filled my nose.

Another strap lashed my thighs apart. Fixed. Vulnerable.

I couldn’t close my legs. Couldn’t hide.

His gaze devoured me.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "Mine."

His hand gripped my jaw.

"You defied me tonight," he said softly. "You made every man in that room want what belongs to me."

His thumb pressed my lower lip.

"I should put my cock in this mouth. Fill it. Choke you. But no... not yet."

He leaned closer.

"First, I'll make you beg."

His hand slipped between my thighs. Fingers circling. Teasing.

I writhed.

"No," he murmured. "No escape. No relief."

He smirked.

"Such wet heat. So hungry. But denied."

I whimpered.

"Ask, little fox."

I bit my lip.

No.

The belt struck across my inner thigh.

I gasped.

"Ask."

I shook my head.

His fingers plunged inside me.

I cried out.

"Say it," he growled.

"Please..."

"Please what?" He twisted cruelly. "Say it properly."

"Please, Dominus... touch me... make me come..."

His smile was dark fire.

"Good girl."

His thumb pressed against my clit. Circling. Harder. Faster.

I moaned. Bucked. My wrists strained against the leather.

"Close," he murmured. "So close, little fox... but not yet."

He pulled away.

I sobbed.

"Beg again."

"Please, Dominus! Please—"

He slapped my pussy. Sharp making it sting.

I gasped. My climax spiraled higher.

"You are mine to ruin," he growled. "Mine to break. Mine to own."

He unzipped. Freed his cock. It was thick. Hard. Veined.

My eyes widened at his size. He was bigger than any cock I had ever seen, probably 9 inches if I was to guess.

My pussy clenched on air in anticipation.

"See what you do to me?" he murmured. "Your defiance. Your fire. It feeds me."

He gripped himself. Stroked slowly.

"Watch, little fox. Watch your punishment."

I whimpered. My core ached. Empty. Desperate.

He chuckled darkly.

"Look how you squirm. So needy. So filthy. And all for me."

His free hand gripped my throat. Squeezed gently.

"One word," he whispered, voice soft and deadly. "And I stop. Red."

I shook my head. "No..."

His smile lit my body in fire.

"Good girl."

He pressed the head of his cock against my soaked entrance.

I gasped.

Then he pulled back.

"Not yet."

He gripped the belt again. Raised it.

Smack!

It lashed across my breasts.

I cried out.

"Pain," he whispered. "Pleasure. One feeds the other."

His cock nudged me again. Teasing.

"Beg."

"Please, Dominus... please fuck me..."

His growl was raw.

He thrust deep.

I screamed at the sudden intrusion. I felt full and stretched.

He pounded into me. Hard. Ruthless. The bedframe shook so hard I thought it would break. My cries echoed in the room.

I hadn't adjusted to his size. It was painful and pleasurable at the same time and I didn't want it to stop

"Mine," he snarled. "All mine."

Each thrust pushed me closer. Higher. My body burned. My soul trembled.

"Come," he growled. "Now."

I shattered. My juices exploded. Pleasure ripped through me.

I screamed his name.

He groaned as he filled me. His climax hot inside me.

Silence fell.

Only our breathing remained.

Nero leaned close. Kissed my throat.

"You belong to me, little fox," he murmured. "Mind, body, soul. And I will never let you go."

He untied my wrists. Freed my thighs.

I collapsed, spen and shaking.

His hand soothed my hair.

"Sleep now," he whispered. "Tomorrow... You'll be my queen.”

I shivered.

Because I believed him.

And I wanted more.