Page 17 of Claimed and Shamed

Once I see the line of guys from the Elites, I know that whatever event this is, it’s bad news for Stevie.

As the event kicks off, whatever is happening, I know that I’m right. I watch Stevie get paired with a tall guy from the Elites that I don’t recognize. What the fuck is he doing to her?! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!

I have to hold myself back, which is much harder than I thought it would be. I really wish Sawyer was here. If he was, I know he wouldn’t allow this either and we would both be rushing in to fuck this guy up.

I can’t believe I am just sitting here, watching this sleaze ball touch what’s mine all over! And she’s letting him! Is she out of her fucking mind?! Since when does she let strangers touch her like that?!

My possessiveness is flaring up again. Am I really supposed to get used to shit like this if she joins Zeta Tau? Absolutely not. I can’t fucking do it. I’d kill every guy in that sorority before I’d let any of them have her.

I wait until the event is over, which is extremely hard for me, as I watch her letting him touch MY pussy. My fists are clenched and my skin is hot. I’m breathing heavily and I can’t stay calm after watching that fiasco.

Of course Stevie wins, because what girl in her right mind would let a stranger touch her pussy like that.

I wait until the event is over and I follow the tall guy who had his hands all over Stephanie. I wait until I’m sure we won’t be easily seen by anyone, before I lunge at him, grabbing him from behind. I put him in a chokehold, restricting his breathing and he starts flailing his arms about, trying to make contact with me. He finally breaks free, only to be hit with an onslaught of punches. The first one hits him so hard it knocks him to the ground. I start wailing on him, throwing punch after punch with any part of him my fist will connect with. I want to hit him in all the places he touched her.

I make contact with his face a few times, then his stomach and then I start kicking his groin, knowing full well he probably had a boner the whole time he was touching her.

“Ahhhh!!! What the fuck did I ever do to you man?!”

“If you so much as look at her again, I’ll fucking kill you. You had your fun and now you’re done. You touch her ever again and I’ll break both your hands.” My voice is low and threatening. I look him over and he looks fucked up. I understand I am taking my frustrations out on him, but he deserves it. What kind of guy is okay with touching a girl like that? I mean, I guess she gave her consent, but that doesn’t mean that he had the right to touch her any way he liked.

I think about calling someone to help him, but decide to just leave him there. I am way too furious to give him the common courtesy that he clearly didn’t give to Stevie.

Still high from the adrenaline of beating up that piece of shit, I head straight to Stephanie’s room. It’s time to remind her who really has control of her body.

I walk up to Stephanie’s door. I don’t need to ask to be let in because she had an extra key cut for me, so I could sneak in at night. That was when we both realized we were into the idea of my waking her up with sex.

I let myself into Stephanie's room, and she's just coming out of the shower.

“I can't believe you were so reckless tonight,” I say, my voice laced with anger.

Stephanie looks up, a defiant expression on her face. “What, you're my guardian now? You're the one who's always preaching about living in the moment, and when I finally do, you're mad about it?” she retorts.

“That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it. That's not even remotely the point, Stephanie. You're putting yourself in danger. For what? To rebel against me?” My frustration is growing.

Stephanie smirks. “Maybe that's exactly what I want,” she says, stepping closer to me. She’s challenging me and even though I know she is, I also know that I’m going to go with it as I always do.

“Oh is that so? That’s what you want? To rebel against me?” I close the distance between us even more and grab her throat.

“Yes,” her words are barely above a whisper as my hand closes around her neck. Our eyes connect and I try to convey everything I’m feeling in that look.

She does wild things to me; it makes me crazy. I know she knows that. But, no matter how hard I try to break away from her, I always seem to find my way back.

“I’m going to remind you who you belong to.” I finally release her neck and she lets out a gasp as she tries to fill her lungs with air. I walk over to the closet and open the doors. “Walk to the bed and bend over the edge, facing the wall.”

I reach into the closet and grab a cane I bought to use on Stephanie. It’s tucked away for those times when she’s feeling extra kinky, but today she deserves punishment.

To my surprise, Stephanie listens to my order. Her towel lies on the ground beside me and a stunning view of the ass I love so much is presented before me.

“Oh, so, now you want to be a good girl?” I walk over to her, caressing the cane with my hands, becoming one with it. I stand behind her. “Unfortunately, it’s too late for that, Stevie.”

I bring the cane down on her ass for the first time, relishing both the thwacking sound it makes on contact and the loud whimper that escapes Stevie’s lips. Wanting to hear more, I deal her another blow across the other cheek.

“Hudson!” Stephanie cries out my name and I know I’m being rough with her, but I also know that she loves it. Her hands are not bound, she could stop me at any point. But she remains in the position, ready for the next hit.

“Yes, slut?” I bring the cane down once again, avoiding the other two spots, and I hear a mix between a moan and a scream from Stevie. I wonder how much I can get her to take before she taps out. “Have you had enough?”

“Ah! Yes!” Stephanie throws her head back in painful pleasure as the fourth hit crashes against her ass cheek. I start to see pretty bruises developing and my cock begins to swell.