Master of the Universe – © Snowqueens Icedragon
Part of Chapter 51
“We’re here because you said yes, Isabella. And you ran from me. I am going to hit you six times and you will count with me.”
Why the hell doesn’t he just get on with it…? He always makes such a meal of punishing me… I roll my eyes, knowing full well he can’t see me.
He lifts the hem of my bathrobe… and for some reason this feels more intimate than being naked. He gently caresses my behind, running his warm hand all over both cheeks and down to the tops of my thighs.
“I am doing this so that you remember not to run from me… and as exciting as it is… I never want you to run from me,” he whispers.
And the irony is not lost on me… I was running to avoid this. If he’d opened his arms, I’d run to him… not away from him.
“And you rolled your eyes at me. You know how I feel about that.” Suddenly it’s gone… that nervous edgy fear in his voice… he’s back from wherever he’s been. I can feel it in his tone, in the way he places his fingers on my back, holding me – I can feel the atmosphere in the room change.
I close my eyes, bracing myself for the blow… and it comes hard, snapping across my backside, and the bite of the belt is everything I feared… I cry out, involuntarily, and take a huge gulp of air.
“Count, Isabella!” he commands.
“One!” I shout at him and it sounds like an expletive.
He hits me again… and the pain pulses and echoes along the line of the belt… holy shit… that smarts.
“Two!” I scream… if feels so good to scream.
I can hear his breathing… ragged, harsh. Whereas mine is almost non-existent as I desperately scrabble around my psyche looking for some internal strength. The belt cuts into my flesh again.
“Three…!” Tears spring unwelcome into my eyes. Jeez – this is harder than I thought – so much harder than the spanking. He’s not holding anything back.
“Four!” I yell as the belt bites me again, and now the tears are streaming down my face. I don’t want to cry. It angers me that I am crying.
He hits me again.
“Five…” My voice is more a choked strangled sob and in this moment I think I hate him. One more, I can do one more. My backside feels as if it’s on fire…
“Six,” Bella whispers, her voice forced and hoarse. I drop the belt, savoring the sweet, euphoric release. I feel punch drunk, breathless and finally replete. Oh, this beautiful girl, my beautiful girl. I want to kiss every inch of her body. I reach for her, pulling her into my arms.
“Let go. No – ” And she struggles out of my grasp, scrambling away from me, pushing and shoving and finally turning on me like a seething wildcat.
“Don’t touch me!” she hisses.
Her face is blotchy and smeared with tears, her nose is running and her hair is a shocking dark cloud around her, but she has never looked so magnificent… and at the same time so angry.
She’s mad. Really mad. Okay, I hadn’t figured on anger… give her a moment. She furiously dashes away her tears with the back of hands, glaring at me.
“This is what you really like? Me, like this?” She wipes her nose with the sleeve of the bathrobe.
I blink at her, bemused, completely helpless and paralyzed by her reaction. The crying I know, I understand, but this anger, this rage – though it resonates with me on some level that I don’t want to think about right now – I just don’t comprehend. Why didn’t she ask me to stop? She didn’t safe-word. She deserved to be punished. She ran from me. She rolled her eyes. This is it – this is what happens when you defy me, baby. But my momentary euphoria has vanished, evaporated, because of the appalled raging hurt I can see in her beautiful brown eyes.