29: So now, you can beg

LILLIAN

Fuck

His lips twisted into a devious smile, his eyes darkening with something primal and sadistic as he leaned in closer till his body was touching mine, his breath hot against my skin.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you defy me on purpose so that I’d punish you,” he said, his devious smile widening as his eyes bore into mine.

“Punish me?” I scoffed, trying to keep my voice steady. “You think this is some kind of game?”

“Isn’t it?” His voice was a low, seductive whisper, filled with both challenge and menace. “You push, I push back. You test your limits, and I enforce mine. It’s a dance we’ve been doing since the beginning, Lillian.”

I swallowed hard, refusing to look away.

“I won’t let you have your way,” I shot back, my voice trembling but firm. “I won’t break. I’m stronger than you think.”

His eyes flashed with something more primal.

“We’ll see about that,” he murmured, his lips curling into a dark smile. “But remember, every time you defy me, the consequences will only get harsher. You want to be treated like an adult? Then be ready to face the adult consequences.”

Before I could react to that, Xavier grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me out of the room, dragging me into the hallway and towards the locked room I was trying to get into earlier.

“Hey, where are you taking me?” I protested, trying to break free from his grasp.

“You wanted to know what’s in that room so badly,” he growled, dragging me down the hall. “Well, I’ll show you.”

Panic surged through me as we reached the door. He unlocked it with a swift motion and shoved me inside, following closely and locking the door behind us.

I stumbled, catching myself before I fell, and looked around, my breath catching in my throat.

Oh fuck no.

The room was bathed in a dim, sultry red light. The walls were lined with various implements and devices that left little to the imagination. It was a red room, the kind I had only heard about in whispers and seen in movies.

My eyes widened in shock, taking in the array of leather straps, cuffs, and other items I didn’t want to name.

“What is this?” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“This,” Xavier said, his voice low and dangerous, “is where control is absolute. You wanted to defy me? To challenge me? Well, now you get to see the consequences of your actions up close.”

I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest.

“You’re insane,” I said, trying to mask my fear with defiance. “You must really be out of your mind if you think I’d partake in such sadistic things with you,” I snapped, making a move to leave the room.

But Xavier was quicker. He grabbed me, lifting me effortlessly and throwing me over his shoulder. And because of how short my outfit was, it rod up my ass, exposing my lace thong and ass cheeks to his view.

What in the world!

“Put me down—”

His palm meeting my ass in a sharp spank cut off the rest of my words abruptly, eliciting a gasp from my lips instead.

A gasp that sounded more like a moan.

“Put me down, Xavier!” I demanded, trying to sound authoritative.

Another hard spank landed, sending a jolt of heat through my body. I could feel myself getting turned on by the spanking, my knees already trembling and slickness coating my inner thighs.

I struggled against him, but his grip was firm.

“Hold still!” he growled, his voice low and commanding.

He moved quickly, securing my wrists and ankles to the cuffs attached to the St. Andrew’s cross, spreading my legs wide.

The cold metal of the cuffs bit into my skin as I struggled against it.

“Xavier, please!” I pleaded, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and fear.

“So now, you can beg,” he smirked.

Then all of a sudden, he grabbed the hem of my dress and tore it off me in one swift motion, leaving me in just my lace thong since I didn’t wear any bra beneath my dress.