8. I wanted him to touch me

Rayna~

I watched his movements intently, how exactly was this supposed to be a punishment?

I was about to say something about how little of a disciplinarian he was when I saw the deranged look in his eyes.

He was staring at my body, drunk with delight and then it clicked. His shirt was on the floor and I was fucking naked.

“When I saw you with my shirt on, I thought that was the hottest thing I’d ever witness. But this,” he gestured to me. “This is everything I wish to see every second of the day.”

A shiver ran down my spine from his words, and my hands moved to cover what little dignity I had left.

“Don’t do that, I am enjoying the view.”

He did little to close the space between us, and my cheeks burned from sheer embarrassment of wanting to feel his heat near me.

The punishment wasn't physical, Sven wanted to humiliate me, to distill my pride and leave me shallow.

“You are awfully quiet, menace and nervous too. I wonder why.”

Bastard.

I brushed my hair into my ear, I couldn’t let him get his way no matter what.

I rolled my eyes, summoning whatever courage I had left.

“The bathroom is cold, and you have me standing here like a freaking art piece. I don't understand how you expect me to blabber when I’m cold to my bones.

A low guttal laughter rumbled from his throat and my thigh clenched together.

Shit. I was reacting again to his fucking actions.

For the first time since I met him, I actually took him in now, calling Sven handsome didn’t quite cut it, he was magical and despite being way older than me, it barely even showed.

It was like he aged backward, beautiful green eyes, a perfect set of teeth and goddess, a perfectly crafted body. He was my type. And I hated that he was.

“You know,” he started, “I planned to give you a bath and let you leave but you, pretty little thing, you have a really smart mouth.”

I moved back, nearly stumbling on something behind me.

The room felt different, hotter and scarier. Was this the alpha aura?

I stood there, awkward, unsure what to do. His stare made my skin burn; half of me wanted him to touch me, half wanted to shove him away.

When he finished watching, he turned his back. “Follow me.”

Cold licked my feet as we moved deeper into the en-suite. Why was this bathroom so big? I didn’t notice it last night.

Sven opened a door and my heart dropped.

Behind it: a back room. Chains, ropes, leather straps, a fucking cage, a bench, paddles and a heavy tool I didn't know the name to.

I was right about him having a torture room.

“When you mentioned it last night, I couldn’t help imagine your face when you finally set your eyes on my actual pleasure room, but in your case. Pain.” His voice was low, sultry, almost amused as I took it in.

“And I must say, it is much more fun that I imagined.”

I swallowed and straightened my face. “So what is your plan?”

“Throw me into the cage and then what? Bend my will?”

He laughed and patted the couch he sat on. “Come here.”

“If I say no?”

“Menace, I am in no mood for your little games. When I say jump you fucking do—so now come here.”

I started forward but he held out a hand stopping me in my tracks.

“After the bratty attitude you’ve shown, I’d rather you crawl to me.”

Anger bubbled through me, crawl? No fucking way.

“You have got to be out of your mind—what am I saying? You’re a fucking lunatic already.”

He spread hua legs apart, smiling like a three year old in an ice cream shop. “I could do this all day—watch you grumble while you tits swell every time, fucking hot.”

Instead of more anger, my body shivered from his crude words.

Was I—? That's impossible, I lost that fire the day she died. The only explanation was that humiliation turned me on but from him?

“Fine, but just so you know this has nothing to do with obeying you.”

“If you say so, princess.”

I went on all fours and crawled.

His voice came again, my head raised slightly to meet his hungry gaze. “Don't rush princess, take it slow.”

I did just that, my ass shooting to the air. I felt like a fucking whore the way his eyes followed my every movement, and my wetness leaking into the carpet.

I knew Sven was aware of how wet I was, but he did nothing to soothe my need.

“Are we done yet?” I tried to sound cocky from the floor.

“Not quite. Get up.”

I rolled my eyes but obeyed; my legs threatened collapse.

“What is it, princess? Too weak already?”

“Look, you might have all day but I don’t. So why don’t we quickly end this whole punishment shenanigan already?”

His jaw tightened. The smirk folded into something darker. Okay—fuck me.

The look on Sven’s face was fucking enchanting—he drank me in like a prayer, inhaling the room and me as if scent could map ownership.

“Lie on my lap.”

I blinked hard. “Why would I?”

“Menace, you’ve been questioning me since we got into this room and I’m not okay with that. I know you’re trying to push my buttons but I’m not sure you’re ready to face the consequences.”

“Consequences of what? Your little boring power play? Please, I’m not lying on your lap, sicko.”

“Vuk loves your scent a little too much, but your arousal? He drinks it up and he’s been clawing to take a taste and now, you’re making me consider inviting him into our little private session.”

Everyone knew how scary Vuk was, but even more so how dangerous he was in bed. And—God help me—part of me wanted his wolf to take over and fuck the naughtiness out of me.

Goddess, what was wrong with me? Needing this man like a stupid she wolf in heat.

Despite my better judgement I lay across him, pressing against his hard cock.

“This is going to be hard,” I thought, and meant more than one thing.

“Do you feel it? My hunger to be deep inside you.”

“Too bad you’ll be hungry for a while.”

He laughed and the sound shivered through me. “Now for your punishment. I’m going to spank you and you, my pretty little menace, will thank me after each hit.”

“In your fucking dream—”

His palm cut the air and landed on my ass.

“What was that for?”

“For disobeying me.”

“Fuck off.”

Another strike but instead of pain all I felt was absolute pleasure, tears pricked at my eyes but I was enjoying this.

Another slap hit below my ass, close to my thigh and I yelped out.

“Do you feel remorse yet?”

“No.”

“Such a naughty girl.”

His hand came down again—no pause and I wanted more. More than his hands, I wanted him to touch me to make me cum.

I whimpered, thighs clenching, searching for relief.

“Are you trying to get off from my hits? Now who's the sicko?”

“You. You're the sicko for think im enjoying this!”

The lie tasted bitter on my tongue, he was right—more than right. I wanted a paddle on my ass, I wanted to feel more of this but most especially his cock in my dripping pussy.

His palm slid down, parting me. “Goddess, I haven’t even touched you and your thighs are soaked from behind.”

“You like being punished so much, yet you refuse to say thank you.”

Dario was good in bed but boring, whenever I asked him to do something new like choking or spanking me he’d react like I’d asked him to push me of a building.

Which realistically would have been better than watching him fuck that silly pup on our—

Sven’s hands came down on me, snapping back to my little torture reality.

“No.” I whispered the lie that it barely reached my ears.

His hand came down again, hard enough that the sound bloomed through the room. I bit a cry back, throat raw; the sting exploded, bright and immediate, and something in me split—hot and furious.

“Be a good girl, princess.” he told me, voice flat and slow.

My mouth wanted to spit out more venom, but my body betrayed me with a small, involuntary whimper. Tears blurred the edge of my vision.

The next strike drove a sharp ache through me and the word finally shattered out of me on a gasp—“No.”

The pause that followed was almost worse than the hits. He froze, hand hovering, and for a second his face was unreadable.

Then he set his palm down, not on me, but on the couch beside him, and leaned back until his shoulders hit the cushions.

“Menace,” he said, softer now, the edge gone from the syllable. “Look at me.”

I blinked up at him, wetslick lashes heavy. My voice was nothing. A wet, broken sound.

Sven’s jaw moved. The predator in him retreated behind something that looked suspiciously like… care. He reached out and cupped my cheek, thumb sweeping away a tear I hadn’t felt fall.

“You’re trembling.” His voice was close, low.

The shame of how much I had wanted this—wanted him to want me so badly he’d hurt me—felt like acid. I tried to yank away, but his fingers were warm and steady at my jaw.

“I don’t—” I started. My wall cracked; the heat beneath my ribs felt like hunger and fear braided together. “I don’t want you to think I—”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, blunt. No teasing now. No game.

The question hung between us, simple and monstrous. I had been trying to be anything but needy in front of him, but I wasn’t any of those things in that moment. I swallowed and forced the words out, small and real. “No. Don’t stop.”

Sven’s green eyes darkened in a way that made something raw and possessive flicker through my veins. He leaned forward. “Say it. Tell me.”

The sound that followed was so small I was surprised he heard it. “Please. I want more.”

He smiled, slow and almost feral, the hunger returning but tempered now with consent. “Better,” he murmured. “Much better.”

Before I could breathe again, he slipped an arm beneath my knees and the other under my back, lifting me as though I weighed nothing.

My body, still stinging and trembling from the spanks curled instinctively against his chest.

We walked back into the bathroom and my heart thundered, he was taking me back into the room, right?

But instead he stopped at the tub, that was now filled with new bath water and foam.

When did he? No, he must have mindlinked a maid to fill it up which meant the torture room was soundproof.

“Put me down,” I heard myself say in a small voice, I didn't believe was mine.

I was still reeling with anticipation of something that may never happen, at least not today.

“Stop moving, and I will.” His tone was cool, no teasing or mockery undertone and that made me feel worse.

He crouched and set me down carefully into the warm bath, heat licking at my sore skin, making me hiss and watch until I sank deeper.

He rolled his sleeves up, deliberate and unhurried, then dipped his hands in and swept water over my shoulders, my hair, my chest, gently and precise.

So this was it?

I stared at him, waiting for the inevitable—his lips taking my hardened nipple into his mouth or even better, his finger bringing me into blissful pleasure.

But he only continued to bathe me, methodically might I add. Like I was an ailing.

When he finally leaned back, water dripping from his wrists, he studied me. “You’ll stay in until the water cools, rinse yourself properly.” His voice was clipped, final.

I blinked, disoriented. “That’s it? You’re just… leaving me here?”

One corner of his mouth curved—not a smile, not really. “You expected something else, menace?”

My cheek burned, and I sank lower into the bath, cursing him under my breathe.

Sven stood, towering over the tub, and wiped his wet palms on his trousers like he’d already dismissed me from his mind. At the door, he paused, glancing back over his shoulder.

“When you’re finished, come to my study.”

His tone left no room for argument.

As the door clicked shut behind him, I let out a shaky breath.

Gods. I wanted him to fuck me.