He was a different person now, pissed as fuck that I’d pushed him away. He switched between these two personalities depending on whether I was acting out. One so caring and sweet and the other cruel and relentless.
“You’re gonna regret pushing me away,” he promised, pushing a sweaty strand of hair off my face. “That was just the fucking warm-up, babygirl. It’s your turn to get a taste next time.”
I paled, all of the color draining from my face as he grinned at me and backed away. I gripped the wall to hold myself up, vulnerable and exhausted as he gave me one last look before heading for the door.
And then I heard the lock turning, and I was by myself again.
This time, I fucking hated the silence even more.
Five
Law
Being away from her was torture.
For me probably more so than it was for her, but a part of me couldn’t help but revel in the knowledge that she had to be hurting too. I had seen it on her face the last time I left her alone. That honest sense of abandonment that wrenched at my heart, making me want to go back and take her in my arms.
But this was for Lily’s own good. She had to be strong, and she couldn’t be without help. She needed teaching. She needed guiding.
Nothing and no one was allowed to break my Lily but me. And I was going to fucking shatter her, so she could be put together as one again.
“Lawson, dear, must you?” Emily asked as I strode past the kitchen the next day, having barely slept or eaten.
I couldn’t concentrate on anything but Lily in the cellar, and I couldn’t go to her. My attempts at working and running my company, or distracting myself in general, had been mostly useless. I’d yelled at a lot of people over the last forty-eight hours, and Emily was itching to be the next on the list.
“Must I what?” I asked, forcing the words out of myself as I leaned against the kitchen doorway.
“Must you go down there again?”
“Do you want her to starve? I thought you’d have more heart than that.”
I didn’t, really, and the look she gave me over her thin-rimmed reading glasses told me the same. I saw the tiny, calculated breath she took, the way her nostrils flared when she got angry, the way she sat up a little straighter. Funny how you get to know a person, regardless of what you think of them as a human being.
“I simply want time with my husband,” she said curtly. “Is that too much to ask for?”
By now, her words were draped in sarcasm, and I smirked. She mimicked the smile, but there was no emotion in it, good or foul.
“You and I both know that isn’t true,” I told her, now moving past her to grab a smoothie and a sandwich from the fridge.
I’d prepared some earlier, during the night. Emily wouldn’t touch a slice of bologna if it were the last source of nutrition on the planet.
“I’m telling you to be careful, Lawson,” she called after me, her voice and the way she said my name grating on the fiber of my being, like someone was running their carefully manicured nails down a chalkboard.
“I’m telling you that my well-being is none of your fucking business, Emily,” I shot back, letting the cellar door fall shut behind me.
I took the stairs quickly and the key to Lily’s cell was in my hand far before I reached the door. When I unlocked the door and stepped in, she stirred on the dirty mattress, her hair sticking to her neck and shoulders where the tight party dress didn’t hide her from me. Her neck was still tattered with bruises, purple and blue now. They looked like jewels on her.
“I hope I didn’t disturb you,” I mocked, putting the drink and the sandwich down by the door.
She glanced at them hungrily, but the way she looked at me made ravenous. There was need there, and genuine joy. She bit her lip and averted her gaze, tugging the hem of her dress down a little over her knees.
“You won’t hide anything from me,” I told her, crossing my arms over my chest. “Come to me.”
I stood in the middle of the dark room, legs slightly parted, my hard-on throbbing against my thigh. I loved seeing her on her knees, on the floor, dirty and filthy and so ready for me. She moved to stand up tentatively and I raised my hand, stopping her.
“No. Just like you are right now.”
Lily frowned, but realized what I meant. I could see the way she was swallowing hard, the way the tears were brimming in her eyes. And I caught the exact moment she decided to behave.
Good girl.
Touching her palms down on the ground, she crawled across the short expanse to me, her eyes down. Her blonde hair, tattered now, hung about her like a drape of shame. She crawled right up to me and then stopped, falling back on her ankles and heels. She was sobbing soundlessly, but she’d come to me, the ankle chain clattering the whole time like a soundtrack to her shame.
I put a finger under her chin and lifted it gently, making her look up at me. She stole a glance at the throbbing thickness in my pants, and I had to force down the grin, all of Emily’s bullshit promptly forgotten.
“Did you miss me, babygirl?”
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck, hearing her say those words sent my heart soaring. The memory that came right along with it was bittersweet, but faded quickly next to the blue eyes staring up at me.
“Good girl,” I said, reveling in the words.
The nervous smile that lit her face seemed to make the whole room brighter. She glanced at my cock again and her fingers played with the hem of her dress. She was nervous. Needy. Scared. It all looked gorgeous on her.
Absently, I let my free hand run over my cock, grabbing it through the fabric of my pants. She gasped, recoiling slightly. My eyes narrowed and she knew she’d fucked up, righting herself quickly in that way she had, her spine perfectly rigid. Like someone had spent a lifetime smacking her between the shoulder blades, telling her to sit proper.
“Good girls get rewarded,” I told her, rubbing my thumb over the head of my cock, barely restraining a groan.
I hadn’t touched myself since I saw her stepping off that train. I wanted her to get all of my cum, all of my fucking seed. It was hers now and she hadn’t even realized it yet. It felt like I would explode if I couldn’t claim her sweet little mouth right then and there, the quiver of her lower lip driving me out of my mind.
She watched, mesmerized, as I undid the buckle of my belt, followed by the button and the zipper on the pants. I took my time, stroking my rigid cock through my black boxers, before pulling it out for her. It sprang out right next to her pretty face, the veins thick and hard and the cut head aching to be thrust between her lips.
Slowly, I ran my hand over it again, and she watched it, her mouth falling open a little like in a trance. I’d dreamed of this moment, her shy face marred with warring emotions, knowing she shouldn’t want this as bad as she did, the way her breath hitched telling me more than she probably wanted me to know.
So ripe, so fucking ready.
I slapped the head against her cheek and she yelped, twitching away again. She could barely move an inch before I had my hand fisted in her hair yanking her back and rubbing my cock against her face with the other hand.
“Lawson!” she shrieked, panicking.
“I told you not to call me that,” I growled, but her hysteria only made me harder.
Precum beaded on the tip of my cock and I spread it around her mouth, even though she was trying to close her lips. It left a pearly sheen on her lips, like she’d just put on lip gloss, the filthy fucking whore.
“Open your mouth,” I told her, grinding out the words.
Her eyes were shining with tears as she looked up at me, desperate and confused. I knew she wanted this as much as I did, but the fucking brat had to have her own way. It made it better, though. Easy victories were never as fun as the hard-fought ones.
With my hand in her hair, holding her tight enough to hurt even if she stood perfectly still, I waited.
She stared at me with what I imagined had to be defiance, but a little girl on her knees in a grimy cellar was hardly inspiring respect. My cock twitched in my hand and against her cheek and I couldn’t help myself from smacking her hand again with it. She shuddered so beautifully when I did that.
I didn’t say a word, until she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I bit my tongue, reveling in the sweet sight of her virgin mouth. Slowly, I guided the head of my cock to her lips.
“Lick it, babygirl,” I said, my tone softer now.
I loved it when she behaved.
Cautiously, she peeked out her tongue and when it touched the head of my cock, I groaned, loosening my hold on her hair a little. Bolstered by it, she licked across the head and got her first taste of precum. I caught the exact moment when her eyes lit up, the salty taste hitting her taste buds. I knew right then and there that she would be a good cumslut. She just needed time… and discipline.
“Good girl,” I whispered, and she licked me again, this time lapping more hungrily.
Her eyes lidded slightly and she lost herself in the moment, pleasuring her Daddy’s cock. Shy, careful, unsure of herself, but she was doing it. She was doing exactly what she was told and I felt like I could rule the fucking world right then and there.
“Take it in your mouth,” I instructed her.
She hesitated again, stopping mid-motion, her tongue flat against the crown of the head. A shadow of a frown crossed over her features and my fingers twisted in her hair, irritation brimming in me.
“Are you being a bad girl again?” I asked tersely.
And there was my fucking brat again. She opened her mouth wide and took the huge head in. I caught her just as she was starting to bite down, her pearly white teeth wanting to rip at the flesh of my cock. I yanked her back and away from myself, cringing as her teeth grazed my flesh, leaving red marks and almost drawing blood.
“You fucking bitch,” I hissed, throwing her away from me.
She fell back with a clatter of the chain around her ankle following her, gasping as her body hit the cold concrete.
“You don’t get to tell me what the fuck I have to do,” she growled, the little hellcat.
I saw red. Seething, but harder than fucking ever, I tucked my cock back in the boxers and zipped up my pants. With one smooth motion, I pulled the belt off my hips and wrapped it around my hand once, watching her the entire time.
Lily was crawling back against the wall, her back to it, her knees pulled to her chest. She was staring at me with confusion and anger, but I knew a part of her was hating herself. Hating the fact that she hadn’t been a good girl for me. Hating that she hadn’t done what I knew she needed to do. She needed my cock. Just as fucking much as I needed her lips wrapped around it.
“Are you going to punish me now?” she mocked, but her voice shook.
My lips hardened to a thin line. I crossed the room to her and grabbed her by the arm, painfully pulling her to her feet. She screamed, terror and anger in her voice, as I dragged her to the chair in the middle of the room. I sat down, letting go of her hand.
“Get down. Over my knees,” I told her, my voice allowing for no disobedience.
She stared at me, shivering all over, as if shocked that I was actually going to go through with it.
“Now,” I added, feeling the muscles in my arms clench. “Do as you’re told.”
I gave her that moment again. That second to make up her mind whether she was going to be bad or good for me, whether she was going to make it hard for herself or not. Finally, she relented, tears freely falling down her cheeks now as she gingerly got down on her stomach on my legs.
The weight of her petite body felt like nothing, but my insides burned as she draped herself over me, shaking like a leaf. I smoothed my hand over the back of her bare thighs and she moaned audibly, fear and lust all in one. Moving up, I pulled the dress over her bare ass and ran two fingers along her wet slit. She was so fucking turned on, my filthy girl.
Memories of doing this again and again wanted to come to me, and I had to steel myself against them. She looked so much like…
No.
Not now.
Wetting my lips, I wrapped the belt around my right hand now, and then let the buckle slide up and down the back of her thighs a few times. Lily went completely rigid, suspended in time.
“Please,” she begged, and I knew she was asking me to not do it.
I bet no one had disciplined her spoiled ass in all her life. She would have to learn to cope with my fucking belt.
“Please what?” I asked, smacking her on the ass lightly with the flat of my hand, the leather of the belt only lightly licking the cheeks of her pale, perfect ass.
“Please don’t hurt me… Daddy,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder at me.
I suppressed a grin.
“You hurt Daddy, babygirl,” I said sternly. “You’re going to have to pay the price for your stupid fucking mouth.”
That’s when I raised my hand again and this time, I let the leather and the buckle of the belt hit her right on her ass. She tensed, the air getting stuck in her lungs, and she didn’t scream before I did it another time. I flattened my free palm on her lower back, holding her still over my knees as I hit her again, careful not to let the belt hit her exposed cunt.
“Daddy!” she squealed through blubbery tears, pain breaking her voice.
My cock throbbed painfully against her belly as she called for me, shivering, but I wouldn’t stop. I hit her again.
And again.
And again, the belt leaving red welts and the buckle scratching her ass. My hand moved lower, slashing one across her thighs, and she screamed like the world was going to end.
“Daddy, please!” she wailed, thrashing in my lap. “No, please! I’ll be good!”
I ignored her. In my head, I counted to ten. When I hit her for the eleventh time, she stilled slightly. Her screams were just as loud, but her body learned to expect them. The endorphins had to be kicking in, flooding her body. The fifteenth hit, across her thighs again, was the last one.
I let the belt drop from my hand and placed my palm on her ass, warm and pink and definitely sore. She whimpered, the coolness of my palm having to feel good. I ran my hand lower, across her thighs, and then up to her pussy again.
“Shit, babygirl,” I whispered, spreading her lips with two fingers and running my middle finger up and down her slit. “You’re wet for Daddy, aren’t you?”
She didn’t answer me, only biting her lip, her face red and blotchy with tears and her breathing still heavy. I bundled her up in my arms, twisting her around and cradling her against my chest for a moment. I wanted nothing more than to fill that bratty cunt of hers with my cock right then and there.
I held her only long enough for her heart to stop pounding in her chest like it was about to pop out. Then, I pushed her off without warning, picked up my belt and made for the door. The keys jangled in my hands as I pulled them out of my pants pocket.
“You have to be better next time, babygirl,” I told her as I unlocked the door.
She didn’t answer.
She’d learn her manners soon enough.
Six
Lily
He was intent on breaking me.
The way he’d punished my ass, the red welts still reminding me of what he called disobedience, was cruel and evil. And I hated that I got wetter with every hit of the leather across my backside.
I don’t know what had gotten into me when I bit down on his cock. I knew I couldn’t overpower him anyway, but I needed to fight back. It wasn’t because I hated what he was doing. It was because I needed to know I still had some control.
Time passed excruciatingly slowly when he left me to rot in the cellar. I had no idea of what time of the day it was. The only hint of the hours passing were the trays with food that appeared when I slept.
I knew Law had to be coming down when I was sleeping, but I never once caught him doing so. The m
eals were far and few between, so I figured he was only bringing them once per day. Another part of my punishment.
My body started burning up as time passed. I wasn’t sure whether it was a fever or the anger simmering right under my skin. I resented Law for leaving me down there, but I was getting more and more desperate for him to come back.
I would’ve done anything to bring him back.
To feel his lips against mine again.
To call him Daddy and blush at the forbidden word, pretending it didn’t make me drip down my legs.
I retreated into my head. Ignored my surroundings, ate the sandwiches he brought me like I was on autopilot, and drank the water obediently. I didn’t scream– I knew I’d deserved my punishment. But I cried a lot, hot tears burning lines down my cheeks and stinging my skin.
I didn’t know what day it was when I started hearing my mother’s voice through the walls, but when I did, I knew I was going fucking crazy.
It wasn’t clear, and afterward I could only remember snippets of what I’d imagined her saying. But it was definitely her, and I realized I would lose my mind if Lawson didn’t come back soon.
My dreams were plagued by my mother’s voice, my thoughts peppered with images of Law’s dick pushing into my mouth. I needed him back. Almost more so than I needed to get the fuck out of the cellar.
When I heard the locks in the door turning, my heart surged. It was Law – my punishment was finally over.
He didn’t need to tell me to crawl to him this time around. The moment the door flew open, I was on my knees, making my way to his feet. I was too shaken up to look into his eyes, so I focused my gaze on the leather of his boots instead.
“I see you’ve learned some manners,” Law said softly, his voice dark and promising a world of trouble if I misbehaved again. “Good fucking girl.”
I whimpered, wanting to address him the way he told me to, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I braced my palms on the floor and leaned down against his feet. Something came over me, and my lips brushed the dark leather of his shoes in a silent kiss.
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