"I actually have a lot of things for you to do." The Don declares to me.
"As long as it doesn't includes touching." I mumble.
"What did you say?" The Don frowns.
"Nothing." I reply bitting my lips afterwards. I swear my mouth will cause the death of me.
The Don moves and hold his hand together in his lap, showing me his massive rings. I cringe when the memories of it inside of me runs to my mind. That massive and scary hands were inside me. The thought makes me shiver.
"Your mouth I swear–" He says shaking his head."'– I will teach it a lesson someday." He says and bites his lip while giving me this wicked stare. My skin starts to crawl from his threat and he seems to enjoy my reaction by the smug look on his face.
"The things I can make you do with your mouth." He says again taunting me. All the blood goes to my face from his scandalous innuendoes. My mind quickly scans some ideas to change the topic to divert his impending wicked plan.
"D-did you find the one responsible for the attack?" I ask him, hoping this change of topic will clear his dirty mind.
"Trying to change the topic huh?" He smirks, catching my plan.
"But to answer your question - No, my trackers are still looking for him and I swear as soon as we catch him I'll make that fucki.ng person pay." He growls.
I'm positive he means to torture that person to death.
"Don't you think a trial should be given first?" I ask without thinking as I try to make this conversation longer.
I guess I asked the wrong question when the Don's face becomes grim.
"A trial? Of all people you say that, when you just witnessed how that fuckin.g asshole tried to kill me!" He barks. Oh shit his good mood is going downhill.
"B-but it's in the law! Everyone deserves to undergo a trial no matter how grave their offense are." I try to explain. I flinch when he smacks his palm in the table between us.
"I make the damn law!" He growls. I swear he's acting like a sour kid when I pointed his mistake.
"But–"
"Stop!" He cuts me then points his finger to me.
"You. In my room now." He orders with a spine chilling calm voice.
How can his mood changes so fast? I know his temper isn't his best attributes but still it doesn't make sense that every small things that doesn't goes his way he makes it a big deal.
How did my day turn into this?
***
"Come here." He orders me. My heart pounds erratically in my chest. I know he will punish me.
"Don't make me say it again twice Lisa." He says with annoyance.
I slowly approach him with my eyes on the floor. Memories of him punishing me runs in my mind and I swear the bile in my stomach is rising.
"Hurry." He barks making me hasten my steps toward him. As soon as I'm in an arm distance from him, he grabs my arms and yanks me and I find myself standing in between his legs.
"I think I'm losing my touch Lisa. I know granting you freedom to talk back to me will lead to this. You need to control your damn mouth."
Yeah, I think that should apply more to you.
"So I need to teach you a lesson woman. You need to learn who takes the shots here. Bend on my lap." He barks.
What?
My confusion is answered when he yanks me towards his lap. My front facing his lap. Panic sets on me as the fear of him touching me again seems plausible at this moment. I struggle and squirm my way to stand but his strong arms pin my neck and waist down.
"Stop struggling Lisa or else I'll make this worse!" He threatens.
"Please! Stop this! Let me off!" I beg as I continue wiggling myself out of his strong hold. My panic rises even more when he lifts the end of my dress and pulls it towards my back exposing my ass to him.
Embarassment and fear mixes inside me making my emotion goes unhinge. My fear is answered when he pulls my panties down to my legs.
"What are you doing? Stop!" I cry.
"This will teach you a lesson." My mouth starts to open again to beg him to stop but then a loud smack hits my ass making me yelp from the stinging pain, temporarily blindsided by the sudden unsuspecting pain.
Did he just..
My blood boils from anger and all I see is red. Did he just spank my ass? Did he just smacked me like a child that needs to learn her lesson? This is too much and degrading.
I thrash myself away from him but his strong arms hold my neck down while the other hand locks my arms behind my back making any movement impossible for me.
"Stop fighting me Lisa." He grits.
"Shut up! You are a fucki.ng psycho! Stop this!" I shriek as anger completely consumes me but he replies me back with another blow to my behind. The blow is much stronger than the first one.
"You never speak to me like that!" He sneers in my ear before giving me another blow.
This one is stronger that I almost fell from his lap but it didn't happen because of his strong hold to my arms.
"Answer me!" He screams. It looks like his losing himself from his temper. Well, it makes us two.
"No! I rather die asshole!" I bite back. I swear he is making me mad that I don't even care of the consequence from whatever words that I will spit back to him.
I bite my lip and my body tenses in expecting another blow but what he does next catches me off guard. He moves his large hand to my ass cupping it first before he strokes it in a circular pattern soothing the pain away.
"I guess making you bend in my lap and smacking your ass isn't enough. I think I need to do another method." He speaks in a chilling tone.
He slowly creeps his hand in between my legs making me frantic. Unwanted memories rushes into my mind making me feel like I've been kicked in my stomach.
"No..no.. please!" I beg him. My face is now completely drenched with tears, my body trembling in fear. His hand stops, making me sigh in relief.
"What is it Lisa?" He asks me in a child like tone.
"Please not there." I choke.
"So what do you want me to do?" Is he kidding me? He wants me to say it aloud! I swear he's fuck.ing mental. No. He is indeed mental.
"J-just spank me Don." I bite my lip controlling the sob that wants to escape my mouth from the embarassment and rage. I can feel the Don smirking triumphantly.
"I'll do this fifteen times. You'll count every hit. Understood?"
"Y-yes Don." I answer defeatedly.
He doesn't even wait for me to get ready as he smacks me again making me welp from the intensity of the sharp pain.
"O-one." I grit.
Another hit again.
"Two." My toes curls in pain when his large hand with all those metal rings in his fingers makes a print on my already sensitive skin.
He hits me in different areas, making sure that he is spreading the pain in both cheeks of my ass. The pain intensifies from each blows that I take and from every blow I never beg him to stop. I will never satisfy him with me begging because I know in his messed up mind it frustrates him that I took all his blow without a word.
I know he wants me to beg him to stop. His sick mind likes the thought that he has a power and control over me. I know he does, but I will never admit that to him. I rather die than beg him again.
How could he do this to me? What kind of man is he? I swear he isn't human. He's the devil himself. No human in their right mind will do this kind of monstrosity. Did he also do this to other women? Is it only me? Why is he doing this? It doesn't justify anything. Why is this happening to me? Why me?
When he reaches the last smack, my body feels so wounded from a great battle. My body deflates from all the stabbing pain he inflicted on me. My screams mellow down as it turns to a weak sobs.
My butt feels almost numb and I know it is already bruised and possibly be bleeding.
The Don removes my underwear completely making me flinch again from fear but because of my drained energy my flinch goes unnoticed.
He slowly removes me from his lap making the pads of my feet hit the carpet but my knees are too weak to support my body. The sudden movement causes me to hiss from the stinging pain of my butt making me collapse on to the carpet floor.
I hear him sigh before he grabs me from my waist pulling me back to him and then he carries me effortlessly, bringing me to his bed. Silence is thick between us.
I know I should be panicking now but I am too tired to even think about it. He places me on the side of his bed with my front facing the bed.
"Have you learned your lesson now, Lisa? Answer me." He speaks. His tone now is more calm but the authority is still there. I tightly close my eyes while tears runs down effortlessly in my cheeks as my body shivers in defeat.
"Yes, Don." I can't even recognize my own voice. It sounded hoarse and too fragile.
"Good. Don't move from this bed, you hear me Lisa?" He orders. I'm not sure but I also sense a tone of pity from his voice.
"Yes, Don."My voice cracks.
When I hear him leave the room, the sobs finally leave my lips as I cry myself out. The physical pain I'm feeling now is nothing compared to my bruised pride. He just physically maltreated me, will this be my life forever?
When will he ever stop tormenting me?
When will my anguish stops?
One sentence: I'M SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING.
I just want to thank my friends who encouraged and reminded me to update. You know who you are and I love you. I know this isn't a good excuse but I'm also a reader so honestly I get engrossed reading some good story here in wattpad that I sometimes forget updating.
Anyway, I do read a lot of stories and it inspires me to write. It gives me ideas and it helps me improve my vocabulary. I just hope you guys understand that.
Good news though! I already did 3 chapters ahead so I hope it will help me follow my update schedule which is twice a week.
I hope you will still continue reading my story. I promise I will finish this one. Thank you!
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