I WAS FUCKED EVEN BEFORE I KNEW IT

LUCIO

The fierceness and authority in her voice made me want to find out who she was even before one of my men made it clear that she was not like the others.

I knew what he meant when he said “dfferent” - he definitely meant older, stubborn, and far from pretty like the other young girls. She didn’t look like she was pure either. She stared at me with the eyes of a woman who had seen a lot of the world and wasn’t scared of anything that will come her way anymore.

She was clearly bad for business.

But still, she reminded me so much of Valeria. Not in her physical qualities though, but in her poise, her fearlessness and the way she stared back at me like she was daring me to try anything stupid with her.

I ran my hands through her hair, and even though she smelled like a mess who hadn’t had a decent bath in days, her hair was still as velvety as silk, and flowed between my fingers like oil.

I wanted to be mad at my men for their mistake, at least I finally had a chance to, but in a very weird turn of events, I felt relief from my pain and a feeling I couldn’t place at her presence.

I had seen her before. I am so sure I have, even though I can’t place where exactly.

Probably in my dreams or something.

But I am so sure I had seen that face somewhere, and had even thought about it recently… before the wedding…

As my hands brushed the soft hollow of her neck, I heard her sharply take in air while still trying to maintain the fierce gaze she casted on me.

In that split second, I felt my cock hardened and it annoyed the hell out of me.

What is going on with me today?

I should dismiss her immediately, have her returned to her room until I could come up with something to do with her.

‘Take her to the red room’ I said to my own surprise and the surprise of every other person in the room, but no one dared to protest except the woman.

I walked back to my desk and poured myself a couple more shots of the gin while trying to still my thoughts and my quaking hands.

Oh! I have defnitely lost it…in less than a week, I have become a complete clown of my real self, and I couldn’t even tell what I was doing at all.

My Val, where the hell are you?

She would have been the perfect person to understand what was going on with me and just a touch of hers will still my mind and body.

But her very absence was already driving me insane.

I need to clear my head. I need to let out the waves of emotion that were bottled up in my chest and threatening to consume me.

Someone definitely needed to be punished.

And it wasn’t going to be my missing bride or my men - who by the way, made a mistake in bringing in a wrong exhibit.

They didn’t fit well for the kind of punishment I planned to mete out.

I drowned the last glass of gin and walked out of the empty office towards the red room.

My guts twisted with the very thought of what I was about to do, and that was definitely the first time I felt that way.

I took a deep breathe and opened the door to the red room.

The first thing my eyes caught on was the sight of her standing at the far end of the room, besides the lines of canes.

Very good choice. I thought to myself before walking towards the small desk by the corner where I carefully took my time to remove my watches and jacket.

If she had taken note of my presence, she did not show it. She just stood there, staring at the canes.

It was hard to know what she was thinking, what she was feeling.

I would very much love to see the fear in her eyes, to see her beg to be released, to be set free from the impending pain she is about to witness.

The pain another woman had left to eat me up.

‘What are you going to do to me?’ her question caught me off guard, and her voice regrettably had no sign of the fear I had imagined will be there.

I ignored her question and went ahead to remove my belt and change the lights in the room.

The dark red colour casted a shadow on her body and when she asked the question again, I was so sure the light had casted fear in her heart as well.

‘Why am I here?’ her voice quivered as she asked the question, and my cock reacted positively to the sound of her silent plea.

I walked up behind her and brought my face very close to her neck and watched as the hair on it reacted to the soft exhale of breathe I let out on them.

She smelled far from nice and it limited my thoughts to the things I had planned to do to her.

I trailed my fingers down her spine from her neck and watched her breathe catch in her throat as she let me do whatever I wanted to do with her.

I didn’t like that at all. I could sense her fear, but I still hated that she was so strong willed and stubborn. She looked like the sort of woman who would rather die than have to be for freedom or mercy.

I walked a few steps away from her and pressed a button on the wall just beside the bed at the right end of the room, and within minutes, one of my men walked in.

I sat back in a chair close to the only window in the room where a faint light swept in from, and with a signal of my index finger, I gave him the go ahead to do what he already knew I wanted.

She tried to resist him at first when he grabbed her hands, but one look in my direction and she succumbed to his hold as he pulled her towards the pole.

I watched the fear in her eyes which she tried so hard to hide as she stared directly at me. I watched the way her body quivered each time his hands touched her, and I couldn’t help but feel discomfort at her silet plea instead of joy.

What is she doing to me?

Who is she?

She looked like someone who had gone through enough trauma already, but I didn’t care even a tiny bit what it was. I had my own pain to heal from, and if she is the right bait for me to return to my sanity, then so be it.

I watched as Carlos curved her hands to each end of the pole, letting her legs free and her boy exposed to the mercy of whatever was about to come.

He walked towards the line of canes and waited for me to choose.

‘Princess’

I said and he got out the horsewhip and walked back to her side.

‘3’ I commanded and in a flash, the swift sound of the whip swooshing through the air and meeting her skin echoed in the room.

But there was no more than a wince from her even as the next two whips landed on her body.

She only stared right back at me with unbridled hatred and disgust.

‘Tame’ I growled, my anger slowly mounting.

Carlos got another cane from the line. This one thicker from the last one, and with a very long tip that curled around a person’s body wen whipped.

‘5’ I instructed and Carlos went to business, lashing out each stroke with as much intensity as the anger he saw in my eyes.

Still, only the tears that escaped her eyes betrayed the pain she was definitely so bad at hiding.

Her eyes were still on me as each whip kissed every corner of her skin, daring me to do my worst, to break her.

I pushed the chair back and walked briskly towards the line to take a whip.

I chose the old cowboy belts - the one with with metal rings on it where the belts should be.

I looked at her for a while as I slowly wrapped the belt around my hand.

When the first lash met her skin, a low whimper escaped her lips. I looked at her thighs here the belt had landed and noticed it redden.

I released another lash across her chest and the sound that came next was close to what I had been waiting to hear.

A loud moan as the belt tore through her shirt, leaving her dark nipples exposed.

Without thinking, I released another lash on the same spot and she gave up trying to be the stubborn woman she was trying to proof to be. The cry was loud and piercing.

I walked u closer to her and took the nipple in my mouth and bit on it until she was writhing in pain.

I chuckled lightly as my body jerked with released at the sound of her cries.

I threw the belt on the floor and walked out.

But even with release, I walked out of the room feeling a heavier weight on my chest than the one I walked in with.

I was so fucked, and I was yet to realize it.