Tyrant with dark obsession

**Ivery Clark POV** 

Humiliation simmered in my chest, threatening to boil over. The polished wood of his desk felt cold beneath my palms, grounding me in the reality of my situation, a situation I never asked for, never wanted. 

And yet, here I was. Again.

I clenched my jaw, swallowing the lump of anger rising in my throat. "Do you enjoy this? Do you actually enjoy tormenting people? A man who gets off on controlling people, making them feel powerless. Do you think it makes you strong?"

A deep, amused chuckle rumbled from his throat, “If the people in question are you, then yes. Also Strength? This isn’t about strength, Ivery. It’s about power. And the difference between the two is something you’ll never understand."

“Because strength is something that can be matched. Countered. Broken. But power…" His gaze darkened, voice dipping lower. "Power is absolute. It decides who stands and who *kneels*."

A cold shiver ran through me.

"And right now," he continued, his finger roaming over my red skin, making me hiss in pain, "you're the one kneeling, aren’t you?”

Humiliation burned hot in my chest. I shoved myself up onto my elbows, glaring at him. "You think that makes you superior?"

"No." His smirk widened. "I think it makes you *mine*."

My breath caught in my throat. His words, his tone—so assured, so infuriatingly unshaken—coiled around me like an invisible chain.

“Now stop talking, little pet…you're already pissing me off. Or should I make your punishment more harsher?” 

Bastard. He was enjoying watching me struggle against my own anger, my own helplessness. 

“No..” 

“Good. Now count or I'll raise it to double.” His hand rubbed over the spot he'd struck, the soothing touch a contrast to the sharp heat lingering there, almost as if he were teasing me, testing my limits.

"T..Two." I choked out, my voice barely a whisper. 

Alrigo’s hand lingered for just a moment, but then he pulled back, and my breath caught in my throat as I prepared for the next strike.

The next smack landed with a crack that echoed in the air, sharper than the second, the sting spreading across my skin like fire.

I couldn't hold back the gasp that tore from my lips, my whole body jolting with the force of it. 

The pain seared hot, spreading across my backside and settling into a deep, burning ache. It was sharp enough to bring tears to my eyes, and I blinked rapidly, trying to push them back. 

I had to stay strong, had to take the punishment he was giving me, even as every instinct told me to squirm away.

"Three." My voice broke as the tears threatened to spill over, though I fought to keep my breathing steady. It hurt, but I knew I had to endure it. 

"Four." "Five." "Six." "Seven." 

Alrigo kept spanking me mercilessly and the sting was relentless, sinking deeper with every second. Each strike radiating through my flesh, making the muscles in my thighs tighten. My pussy quivering at the intensity. 

I bit down on my lip as his hand traced the burning outline of the last strike. 

"Eight!" I gasped, more tears spilling over as the pain intensified, making me feel raw and exposed.

My breath was still shaky, my skin tingling from the lingering sting of his punishment. The cool surface of the desk beneath me did nothing to soothe the warmth that spread through my body. 

I swallowed hard, the ache only making me more aware of my position—bent over his desk, completely at his mercy.

Alrigo hummed in satisfaction, his fingers grazing the sensitive, reddened skin. “Look at that,” he mused, his voice edged with cruel amusement. “I left my mark on you.”

He pressed his palm over one of the burning spots, his touch deliberate, possessive. And his fingers were dangerously close to the fold of my panties, making my breath harsh.

“Do you know what this means, Ivery?” His voice was low, almost hypnotic, but there was an unmistakable danger lurking beneath it.

I swallowed hard, refusing to answer. 

He chuckled darkly, his fingers splaying over my skin, tracing the heat he had left behind. “It means you belong to me.”

I tensed. “I don’t—”
“Oh, but you do,” he murmured. “And I think you love being reminded.”

I gasped as his two fingers sneaked inside my panties, finding my pussy. Oh god. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the traitorous moan crawling up my throat, as his fingers roamed over my open slit. 

I tried to push up, to twist away from his hold, but he caught my wrists effortlessly, pinning them down against the polished wood. “Where do you think you’re going?” he taunted, his fingers still inside my aching pussy.

“Look how well your cunt is sucking my finger. Like it recognizes its owner.” Alrigo only chuckled, his grip tightening just enough to remind me of who held control here. “Do you like being punished by me, little pet?” 

My heart pounded. Fuck, I hated him. I hated how easily he unraveled me, how effortlessly he stripped away my defenses.

I sneered at him,“You’re insane if you think I—”

“Insane?” He laughed, a low, velvety sound that sent a pulse of something dangerous through me. “No, sweetheart. Your body says otherwise. How much it likes me, telling how much I own it.” 

I clenched my jaw, my nails digging into the wood beneath my palms. “Body doesn't know what it wants. I know. You don't own me and you don't affect me a little.” 

“Don’t I?” he murmured. “Tell me, Ivery… why do you shiver when I touch you then?” Alrigo flicked my clit making me jolt. “Why do you tremble when I speak..? Or when I'm near you.”

I bit my lip, suppressing moans, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

He exhaled a quiet laugh, wicked and knowing. “You can fight it all you want, but we both know the truth.” His finger moved over my slit. “You crave this. Crave me.”

“You’re delusional,” I seethe out.

“I’m determined,” he corrected. “Determined to keep you. To remind you every day that there’s no escape from me. From what we are.”

“There is no ‘we,’..” I hissed back, “You’re just a tyrant with an obsession. A madman who can’t accept that I’ll never want this.”

There was silence for a second. But then his grip tightened slightly as if my words only stoked the fire in him. 

“Madman?” he repeated, his voice quiet but laced with venom. “Perhaps. But even madmen know what they want. And I want you. Not just your body. Not just your presence under my roof. I want your fear, your fire, your rebellion—everything, Ivery. Every broken, sharp-edged piece of you.”

Fuck, I hate him. Tears burned my eyes, “You’ll die a lonely man if all you want is to break the people around you.”

“Break you?” Alrigo suddenly flipped me around, making me gasp and cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him. Eye to eye. “You’re already shattered, ma bella. I’m just claiming the pieces you can’t hold together. You’ll thank me someday for giving you purpose, even if it kills you to admit it now.”

His words hit like a blade to my chest, slicing through the fragile barriers I’d built around myself. I sucked in a sharp breath, but it did nothing to stop the suffocating weight pressing down on me.

Already shattered.

He said it so easily, so cruelly, like I was nothing but a collection of broken pieces for him to claim. Like he had the right to decide what I was, what I would become.
"Are you done?" My voice came out sharp, but I hated the slight waver in it. 

“I'm done..?” He drawled, his voice dropping lower, rougher. Like he was immensely pissed. "No. The real punishment starts now.”

*What..?*