“She’s yours to punish, Hypnos.” I look down at Charlotte as she shivers at his words.
I yank her up by the hair and force her to look at me.
“Not as sorry as you’re about to be,” I whisper in her ear as I walk us into the dingy living room. I try to see this through Charlotte’s eyes.
There’s nothing spectacular in this room. It’s all wood and leather. There are two leather recliners facing each other on opposite ends of a handmade wooden table. A large four-person brown leather couch and a fireplace. The fireplace isn’t lit, so it’s a bit chilly.
Good, she shouldn’t feel comfort right now. With a push, I make Charlotte drop to her knees.
“Lie down on the table,” I demand. She looks up at me and nods. What? No smart mouth or fight?
As she moves to get onto the table, I stop her. “On your stomach, Charlotte.” Her body turns from me as she lays across the table. I hear her sniffle, and I shake my head in anger.
“There’s no mercy for betraying my trust, little warrior.”
Her body shakes. “Please, Hypnos. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“Yes, you did. Don’t lie to me,” I spit out at her. “You let the fear of enjoying yourself scare you and you fucking hurt me!” I don’t even care if Kronos and Ayres know my feelings. I am hurt. So fucking hurt. I grab the cuffs from my back pocket, then put one on her left ankle and one on her right, connecting her ankles by a chain between them. I pull the cuffs that are already attached to table legs around her thighs and chain her down. This is repeated with her hands tied to their respective table legs. She is rendered completely helpless.But it’s not enough. The rage inside of me is boiling over, demanding more from her. I need to see her bleed.
“I hope that cold metal against those wrists hurt, little warrior. That way it reminds you of your transgression.”
A large O-ring gag is placed into her mouth, and it stretches it wide. She’s a small girl. The gag is way too big for her, but I don’t give a damn. I want her in pain.
Slipping the blindfold over her eyes, I notice her body is shaking. She’s scared. I smirk, happy to see that the situation she has caused herself is sinking in.
“You’re going to take your punishment and deal with it. You won’t get any special favors just because I like your sweet pussy.”
I don’t dare move for a moment. I want to let the anticipation settle into her; to fuel the fear of my next move. The idea of her contemplating what I might do makes me bring the whip down onto her back. The hit is hard. She flinches and yanks against her cuffs.
Charlotte screams, but it’s muffled. I don’t stop, even as welts come up in every place I hit. My breathing is labored as I stand here looking at her. She’s covered in red, angry flesh. I chuckle as she lays there, begging me to stop.
“I don’t understand what you are saying, Charlotte. Be quiet now. Your words are useless.” I mock her. It’s a dirty pleasure of mine to make her feel even more trapped than she is.
Ayres gets up from the couch and strips. He gets on his knees in front of Charlotte and sticks his cock into her wide mouth. He shoves into her, forcing her to take every inch.
“That’s right little kitten, take my cock.”
I stand there frozen for a moment, my eyes taking in the beauty of the scene splayed out in front of me. Ayres is balls deep in her mouth. She seems to enjoy it as her body relaxes as Ayres strokes her hair. Kronos comes over to me, and I try to focus through the haze of both my anger and want.
“She gave me her submission. Yes, I forced her to be in a situation, but she submitted of her own free will,” he tells me with awe and love. What?What the hell has she done to him?
This is Kronos. The man is a stoic bastard who will kill a mother fucker for looking at him too long. And now? Now he’s in my ear, trying to convince me with a genuine tone that reeks of sincerity and softness that this feisty girl is willingly submitting to him?
Fuck, no.
His hand lands on my shoulder, squeezing me. As he looks into my eyes, he smiles and then whispers so only I can hear him. “Do you remember Dove?”
“Yeah? Wha–”
“Just listen to me for a moment,” he interrupts. My mind is not taking this well. I need to let this anger out and get my pound of flesh from Charlotte. My need to cause harm is running wickedly through me.
“Remember the little girl from the office, the one that–” I grab him. No. No fucking way this is the tiny angel that kept me sane for years from just a simple touch.
It clicks. Mother fucker. This is … this is Charlotte. The bold girl who wouldn’t stop her staring contest with Kronos. My mind is exploding right now.
I whisper, “This is the girl that kissed the wound on my arm when it was fresh.”
Kronos nods. “Yes, now get your punishment in and let’s move forward.”
