I woke up with a terrible hangover. I could barely remember anything from the previous night. I only knew I was pulled out of the club probably by one of my guards and I vaguely remembered how we dropped Ariel off at her apartment.
I groaned and sighed as consequence of all my drinking hit me. I shouldn't have gotten carried away like that but Ariel whom I wrongly assumed was levelheaded like me was actually a wildcard. It was a wild night for sure.
I lost count of how many shots I took. I remember opting for champagne but she convinced me to take some tequila shots instead. The adrenaline kicked in and I decided to let loose until the memory of whatever was happening around me wiped from my brain.
I found my way to the bathroom and washed my face. I could finally see clearly after that. Then I spotted the glass of water and painkillers placed by my bedside. They began their work after a few minutes and I felt some relief.
I took a quick shower and found myself back in bad. There was food placed on the coffee table in front of the couch in the room. They must have brought it in while I was in the bathroom.
The thought of eating made me want to throw up so I decided against it until I could put myself together. I shut my eyes and soon started drifting into some sleep because I was still very exhausted.
I don't know how long I had slept but I was jolted awake the hard slam of the room door. I opened my eyes in shock. Why the heck would anyone bang the door like that?!
I sat up and my eyes widened.
"Jace? You're back?" I said, rubbing my hands over my eyes.
"It's Don Romano." His tone was colder than ice.
What had his panties in a bunch this time? I wondered.
"I didn't know you were coming back." I said.
He took steady strides further into the room.
For some reason, my heart dropped in fear. He looked like there was a dark cloud over his face. He was furious.
What could have possibly happened on his trip?
I watched him take his phone out of his pocket, click on something and shove it in my face. My hands flew to my mouth. It was a video of me practically twerking on some random guy whose face wasn't clear.
"Jace, I-" I tried to explain.
He stopped me with a raise of his index finger.
"I gave you a bit of freedom. The freedom you always fight me over and this is how you choose to repay me?"
I could feel my heart race. His tone was deadly. It was the kind of calm that was dangerous.
"Answer me!"
I flinched. "No, no! I was drunk. I had no idea what was going on. I promise I don't even know that guy!" I explained quickly, feeling myself shiver in fear.
But it seemed like he was not listening to anything I was saying. He walked towards the door and locked it. He even locked the bathroom and pocketed the keys.
I swallowed, watching him move around silently. I could hear my own heart beat in my ears. In steady strides, he walked into the closet and reappeared a few seconds later, holding a box.
He set the box down in front of me.
"I'm going to let you choose your punishment."
"Punishment?"
"Don't make me repeat myself, Mira. You'd regret it."
I stared at the box and gasped. I was shivering at the sight of the BDSM instruments contained in it.
It was at that point I realized I was in deep trouble.
He already had the black blindfold in his hand waiting for me to pick from the box. There was a vibrator, the riding whip, a ball gag, leather cuffs, some lube, gloves and wipes.
What was I supposed to pick from when I didn't want any of that?
"Five seconds,"
I could literally hear the clock ticking in my mind.
"Time up."
"The cuffs. I choose the cuffs!" I said desperately.
"Too late. You're going to be punished however I choose."
"Jace please,"
My plea fell on deaf ears as he tore my pajamas off me. I felt the cold air from the air conditioner kiss my skin and I shivered even more.
He cuffed both my hands to one of the bed posts above my head and tied the blindfold around my eyes.
"You'll feel everything and see nothing." He said in my ears.
I tried to pull myself free but I knew it was pointless.
His fingers trailed over my skin and then went down and spread my folds, playing with them. I bit on my lower lip to fight back a moan.
Then all of a sudden, he spanked me so hard, I screamed. The spot he hit began to smart.
"You can't enjoy being punished sweetheart." He rasped, pinching my nipple. I hissed at the pain.
Not being able to see him made this experience worse for me.
I could feel him hovering around me. Then, out of nowhere the whip landed on my back.
I screamed. I struggled to free myself as the sting burned.
"Jace please."
He didn't listen. In fact he whipped me again.
"You want to dance with other men huh? I'll show you who you belong to."
I whimpered when the third whip landed on my butt.
His fingers wrapped my throat as usual and his kiss was rough. It was filled with so much anger, I wondered if he was this pissed because I was at the club or it was something else.
"We're supposed to have a safe word." I whimpered softly.
"Not today you don't." He growled, choking me in the process. "Who does this body belong to?" He asked me as the vibrator came to my clit.
"You-" I said in between gasps of pleasure and pain.
"Say it." He insisted, pushing the vibrator further into my clit.
"You, Don Romano."
"Good girl."
I couldn't help but moan as my orgasm came close and just when I was about to reach my high, he took the vibrator away.
"You cum when I want you to."
~To Be Continued~