AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Xavier is nowhere to be found, but one of the guards leads me to a bedroom that's perfect and almost suspiciously beautiful in the way it's put together. I'm starting to think there's a trick to all of this. Maybe Xavier is just waiting for my arm to heal before he attacks me in full force.
I know there is no way for me to escape my punishment for much longer. I know eventually he's going to hurt me and show me all the things he went through when I was missing. There is no other way for me to repay him for everything I've done, other than to feel the pain he's felt for these past few months without me. I know a punishment is coming and my body is going crazy, wishing him to be near me and show me everything that I've missed since I've been away from him. But it doesn't come.
Day turns into night and Xavier is nowhere to be seen. I'm given some food and left to rest in my bedroom. There are a few guards here that stay behind with us, while the rest drive back. I don't know what to think.
I don't know when my punishment is coming, but deep down I'm certain that it will. There's no way Xavier would forego that. No way he'd let himself forget everything that I've done to him.
I suppose I'll just have to wait until my arm heals and once it does...
Well, I can only hope to make it out of this predicament alive.
Chapter 13
BythetimeImake it to her room, it's already nightfall. It's too late for me to think of anything other than bringing Tallulah to the justice she deserved by punishing me for loving her in the first place. She ran away for so long, she managed to stay away for so long. But now it's finally my time to punish her.
I stand at the entrance leading into her bedroom, watching her tossing and turning in her bed. She's probably wondering where I am, and when I'm finally going to bring down my punishing hand on her. She suddenly sits up in bed, her eyes seeking me out. She makes out my shape and the shadows of her door frame.
"Is it going to happen now?" she asks, her voice devoid of fear, but still laden with emotion. "Are you going to punish me now?"
"That I'm right, I am, angel," I say darkly. "We've waited long enough. We've stretched this out for too long enough. It's time for you to pay for everything you've done to me. Get out of the bed."
Not even fighting back, she forces her legs out of the bed and I can see she's shaking and trembling as she slowly makes her way to the center of the room. She was sleeping in an old T-shirt of mine, which only pisses me off more. Whichever one of my guards gave her my clothes to wear has another thing coming. Because I don't like the sight of her with my things. Not anymore. Not after everything that's happened.
I circle her like a predator, watching as goosebumps form all over her skin and the hairs stand up on her arms.
"Are you going to apologize? It would be a good start," I bark out, eager to hear the word sorry leaving her lips.
But she stays motionless, no words leaving her mouth as she stares at the ground. A dark blush colors her cheeks, and I know she knows what's coming. And yet she doesn't apologize, even though she probably knows it would lessen her punishment, if I saw she was actually sorry for everything she did. Maybe I would go easy on her. But now that she denied me the simple pleasure of hearing her say sorry, I'm not going to have any mercy on her.
"On your knees, don't leave me waiting,"I say next, and this time she does it without a second thought.
"Spread your legs open while you're on your knees," I instruct her next. "Make sure your ass is off the ground, hold yourself up so it hurts."
She forces herself to self to stay in the position, even though it must be uncomfortable. But I'm past the point of caring. She didn't think about my feelings when she left me, and I'm not going to think about her well being now. It's already too late for any other thought to cross my mind. The only reason I brought her back here was to punish her for everything she's done.
Without a care in the world, I saunter over to one of my suitcases sending center stage in the room. I open it slowly, allowing the zipper to break the silence and watching Tallulah's shoulders fall and rise within the anticipation of what's going to happen next. I know she's scared, and she should be because I'm not going to go easy on her.
Even if she apologized now, I don't think I'd have it in me to show her the respect she never showed me. I'm forcing myself to detach from any emotion I had left for her. I say the next sentence without any love left for her.
"Has anyone touched that pussy since I've been gone?"
She silently shakes her head, still keeping her eyes trained on the ground without so much as glancing up at me. She grits her teeth and lets out a small groan, probably from the pain of staying in that uncomfortable position.
"Does it hurt?" I ask, slowly approaching from her from behind and laying a hand on her shoulder.
My fingers tangle in her pale blond hair and I pull her head back forcing her to look up at me. At first she closes her eyes, but she seems to know better than to disobey me. Not now that I'm already so angry. I might as well rip her head off her shoulders by pulling her hair.
"No," she finally says with a tremble of her lower lip. "It doesn't hurt. And no one has touched me or seen me. No one at all, Xavier."
"Is that because you didn't want them to or because no one offered?" I ask next. "We both know you're a little slut, Tallulah. We both know you would have let anyone in that wretched hole of yours had they so much as offered a nice word or a kind compliment."
"That's not true," she says weekly, but I don't believe her anymore.
After all, why should I? Everything I thought about her is wrong. Everything I've believed over the years shattered in a single act of her cruel disobedience.
"But you're already dreaming about me touching you again, aren't you?" I ask her and she shakes her head.
"No."
