A Man Of No Consequence (Ardyn x Reader)

In The Lap Of The Gods, Revisited

"Do as you're told," he presses. "No questions."

Moving to the window, you lean against the ledge, facing the room. He twirls his finger in the air. "Turn around."

Following his order, you turn around, placing your hands on the window sill, looking down at the rainy street.

He moves behind you, very gently placing his palms on your hips.

"See, I was worried about where you'd gone," he whispers in your ear, softly. "I waited patiently, looking out the window, only to see you return with the prince." His fingers grab your dress, slowly starting to pull the hem upwards.

"You should know, you're not allowed to play with him." He gathers the brim of your dress to your waist, sliding his right hand down the back of your thigh, then very softly, up to your bottom.

"You won't be doing that again, will you?"

You gasp at the sensation of his touch on your sensitive skin.

"No..."

Pure shock shoots through your body as the sudden, loud slapping sound echoes through the room, followed by a sharp, painful tingling sensation on your right bum cheek.

"I didn't hear you," his words are demanding. You draw a sharp breath to answer him again, but before you manage to utter a sound, another strike lands on your bare skin, this time harder, making you cry out in pain. He grips your dress tighter around your waist, forcing you to lean forward on the window ledge.

"Come again?"

"No!" you shout, still recovering from the sharp sensation.

"I beg your pardon my dear," he raises his voice, as if calling at you from across the room, "Who gave you all the power you now possess?"

Power? Confused by his proposal, you take too long to come up with an answer. A third blow, this time right in the middle of your bottom. He doesn't hold back with the might of your punishment

"Fuck!" you yell in response, wincing at the pain.

"Who are you loyal to?" he roars.

"You!" you respond instantly, fearing the consequences of being too slow.

"Really? I seem to remember you wanting to be cleansed of the pact we made..."

"No!" you cry out, in vain, as the fourth strike lands on your behind, stinging so intensely you worry you might be bleeding.

"Did you change your mind?" he mocks you, knowing full well you're determined to escape the destiny he's thrown on you.

"Yes."
"Once more, please," the fifth and sixth blows follow, making you fall forward on the window sill, trying to escape his wrath to no avail.

"Yes!" you cry out, "Yes!"

An eerie moment of silence follows, as you quiver from the sheer adrenaline rush, trying to anticipate if another strike will come at you.

"My darling..." he sighs quietly. You feel his fingers run across your burning skin, the soft touch still causing pain against the irritated area. "I've left a mark..."

He drops to his knees, and you feel his lips kiss you where the tingling still remains. Closing your eyes, you try to wish the pain away. His kisses trace along your bum, softly caressing your burning skin, until they reach the most sensitive part of your anatomy. Pausing there, he parts your legs wider, tenderly blowing against your skin. The cool air feels like heaven and you sigh in relief as the pleasant sensation takes over the burn.