“I said she fucking stays, Fredrik!”
Seraphina started to lunge across the bed for the girl, but I grabbed her from behind, gripping her firmly around her waist. The girl jumped up quickly with wide eyes and grabbed her clothes from the floor.
Seraphina fought me every step, every moment, until the girl rushed out and I heard the front door of our small house shut behind her.
“Bastard!”
Wrenching Seraphina’s hands behind her back, I shoved her over forward onto the bed.
“Why do you do this, Seraphina?” I asked her, my voice choked with anger and desperation. She struggled against the bed, but I held her still, stepping between her legs and spreading them apart with my own. “It’s my only rule and you break it. Why?”
“Because it’s a stupid fucking rule!” she shouted, one cheek pressed against the mattress.
Leaning over her body with her wrists still bound behind her in one of my hands, I whispered into her ear, “Is it stupid that I love you, Seraphina?”—my grip tightened around her wrists—“Is it stupid that I never want to share you or myself with someone else in our home?”
“What difference does it make?” she asked in a calmer, but bitter voice. “It doesn’t matter where we do it.”
“It matters to me.” I kissed the side of her mouth.
“Why?”
“Because there must be boundaries,” I said and rose upright again. “We will not fuck or kill or destroy any person in our home. Do you understand?”
She nodded her head still pressed against the mattress.
“Now are you going to be still or am I going to have to tie you up?”
“I’ll be still,” she said.
I released her wrists and she moved her arms out and rested them on the mattress above her head.
“And why will you be still?” I prompted as I got a firm grip on the belt in my hand.
“Because I deserve it,” she said, the same way she had said it the times before that I had to punish her.
I crouched down between her legs and with both of my hands I spread them apart just a bit farther to expose her to me.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you,” I said and kissed the warm flesh of her ass.
“You don’t know what you’d do without me,” she said in return.
I kissed the other cheek. “No, I don’t, and I never want to find out.”
She moaned and her body stiffened when my tongue snaked out and licked her clit.
I rose into a stand and stepped from between her legs. She remained still, waiting, knowing, bracing. I watched her for a moment. She pushed up on her toes just a little, enough to brace her legs as she lay flat against the mattress from the waist up. I wanted so badly to put my cock in her, I wanted to squeeze her ass in my hands and fuck her until neither of us could see straight, but she had to be dealt with first. I could never let her have her way when it came to these things or she would become uncontrollable. Seraphina may have been helping me to control my torturous urges, my murderous urges, but I was not the only one of us who needed to be taught and controlled and guided—Seraphina was a dangerous and wicked woman who could lose herself at any moment and could never have too much control.
The sound of leather striking skin ripped through the air and Seraphina cried out. But she did not move. Twice. Four times. Six times. Ten times, the belt struck her flesh, leaving welts across her bottom. Still, she never moved; only her fingers gripped the bed, ripping the sheet from the mattress and crushing it in her hands.
Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen.
I did not relent. I could never let her see weakness in me or I would lose her. Spanking Seraphina lightly, taking pity on her, would only turn her off. It was a good thing because I would never have taken pity on her. I liked inflicting the pain as much as she liked taking it.
“Fredrik, please!” she begged with a tear-choked voice. “Please stop…”
I slapped the leather down again, and again, and again until I reached twenty. It was always twenty. She knew it would always be twenty lashes no matter how much she begged me to stop.
I set the belt aside on the bed and crouched between her legs once more. Her body trembled underneath my careful hands, resisted for only seconds underneath my warm lips. I kissed every inch of her pain, every welt, every minuscule cut where the skin had broken. And then I gently pulled her lips apart with my fingers and dragged the tip of my warm tongue between them. Slowly. Intently. Seraphina moaned and whimpered and dug her fingers into the mattress.
She no longer felt the pain.
All she knew was the pleasure.
I fucked her hard, the only way either of us ever wanted it—hard and violent. And after I came, I lay across her back, still buried inside of her.