Marissa I’m confused as I wake up as to where I am before I recognize it as my room. The bed that usually is so comfortable feels too warm and at the same time too cold. The room is dark with the curtains drawn over the windows. By the light that manages to force its way through the cracks in curtains I can see that it’s still daytime. I push off the comforter and struggle to sit up in bed. I’m bathing in my own sweat. My head hurts and feels extremely heavy. I notice the IV connected to my hand and I furrow my brows in confusion. As my feet touch the carpet the door is opened and Antonio steps inside. He looks somber as his eyes search for me. An older gentleman with a bald head and a bushy gray mustache follows behind him. When Antonio sees that I am on my way up from bed, he hurries over and sits down next to me. “How are you feeling?” His voice is full of concern as he gazes into my eyes. “Ehm. Not too good?” My answer comes out more like a question as I throw a glance to the u

Marissa When he has undressed me I make a move to turn and enter the shower but Antonio takes hold of my upper arms. “Undress me.” He commands. I hesitate but he takes my hands and moves them to the hem of his t-shirt. “Undress me.” His voice is firm and dominant as he commands me to do as he says. I bite my lip but grab the hem and slowly drag his shirt up over his head. I avert my eyes once it’s off, uncertain if I dare to look at him. He grabs my chin and tilts my head to look into my eyes. “Look at me. This body is yours. Yours to look at, yours to touch, yours to kiss and worship. Only yours.” He lets go of my chin and slowly I let my eyes fall down his chest and stomach. I have seen him before during my punishments but this time it feels so much more intimate. “Touch me.” My eyes dart up to meet his gaze and I bite my lip. “Touch me. Feel me. Get to know my body.” My hands shake as I raise them to his shoulders. His skin is warm. I slowly drag my hands from his shoulders to hi

Marissa Antonio had some meetings and other businesses to take care of during the day but asked me out for dinner in the evening. A nice dinner at a fine restaurant, like a real date. Even if I have been here for a month and we have been engaged officially for a week we still haven’t had a date. I gladly accepted the romantic offer with a blush. Then he forbade me to attend classes for the day and my sweet smile fell into a frown. He said he was worried about me getting sick again and wanted me to rest. There was a small feeling of warmth in my chest at his words and again I blushed. He really does care for me. But even as I was forbidden to go to school I decided to catch up on everything I missed while I was sick. We have gotten a new group assignment, and James told the professor that I would be included in his group. There is also another girl, Cheryl, in the group. During lunch they video call me so we can set up a plan for our work. “I was thinking that we could meet in the l

Marissa I am first to enter the library on Monday afternoon. I pick a table in the back that is secluded but still visible to anyone going in or out. Luca sits on the chair next to me, making sure James has to sit opposite of me. As I unpack my notes and my brand new laptop, Cheryl and James arrive. Cheryl looks pleased that James has to sit next to her but then her eyes land on Luca’s large biceps and firm chest. “Who is this? Do we have an extra member in our group?” Cheryl asks as she eyes up Luca. Her eyes show appreciation and a flirty smile breaks out on her lips. “Are you new? I’m Cheryl.” She sticks out her hand for Luca to shake while she batted her lashes. Luca looks at the hand as if it were covered in mud and I have to bite my lip hard to keep from laughing. I meet James’ eyes and he has the same expression as me. I clear my voice and do my best to collect myself. “This is Luca. He is my, ehm-” I sneak a glance at Luca unsure of how I should introduce him. “He is kind of

Marissa “What kind of punishment should you receive for being late to dinner?” Antonio asks the second the door closes behind him. I whip around to look at him. He is leaning against the closed door with a stern expression as he waits for an answer to his question. I bite my lip and wring my hands in front of me. “B-but I needed to finish my writing.” I look at him through my lashes trying to make myself look innocent and sweet in hope of escaping punishment. He folds his arms across his chest and raises one dark brow. I take a cautionary step backwards. It has been at least two weeks since he spanked me and my behind has been thankful for that. He pushes away from the door and takes a step towards me. The look on his face is that of a predator stalking on its prey. “You know that dinner is at seven. You know that I disapprove of tardiness. And you know that you get punished when you misbehave.” “Antonio, please. It was only ten minutes.” I beg him and take another step back. “Te