“I see I’m going to have to be much harsher with you than I initially realized,” he murmured, and my blood ran cold. Slowly, he removed his hand from my mouth and leaned over me, placing his palms on the wall to either side of my head. He was really quite tall. His frame was wide and formidable and deep inside me, a tiny quiver of nervous anxiety began to build. Right now, I was afraid.
“Such a defiant little thing. I bet you’re going to look so pretty when you’re sobbing over my knee, thoroughly punished for the very first time,” he said softly. His tone was dark, seductive, and entirely too dangerous.
He turned his blood-red eyes to mine, catching my gaze, and still I glowered before him. He was a monster. There was no way in hell I was going to let him break me even though he was making me feel things that no one ever had before.
“I want you to leave those panties in your mouth. If you try to spit them out, there will be consequences,” he warned, catching my eyes one last time. The look in his eyes dared me to defy him and I narrowed mine in his direction.
Did I dare?
Fuck him. He didn’t own me. I would do what I wanted.
I worked my tongue behind the sweet, musky fabric, pushing it free inch by inch from
my mouth. No matter what he wanted to do with me, I wasn’t about to go down quietly. He stood stone still as he watched me disobey his direct orders, not saying a single word, and that intimidated me, but still I proceeded. One minute passed and then two, until finally I spit the wet panties out onto the floor, sneering in his direction as I did so.
His gaze darkened considerably.
“Oh, Ruby,” he began, his tone dropping more dangerously than before. “You’re going to regret that very much.” His entire jawline tensed with dark excitement. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that.
He left me transfixed to the wall with his magic. I watched as he dropped his hands to his belt, undoing it slowly so that I could hear the swish of the leather echoing throughout the chamber. He gripped the buckled end and pulled it free from his slacks. I swallowed nervously, my eyes never leaving the long black strap.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, my tongue as dry as cotton.
He lifted his palm and twirled his fingers and at once, the magic holding me bound to the wall released me. With ferocious speed that only demons were capable of, he moved toward me so swiftly that I could hardly keep track of him with my eyes. His fingers grasped the upper portion of the leash lashed to my throat and he lurched me forward. I had no choice to stagger and follow, not wanting to fall flat on my face right in front of him. He strode purposely toward the bed and dragged me along by his leash. Sitting down, he jerked me once more, causing me to fall face down over his lap. He draped me over one knee, quickly situating his other leg over the backs of mine. With a single hand on my hips, he pinned me into place with a certain effortlessness that left me breathless with shock.
This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be.
He placed his thick belt in front of me, just inches from my face so that I had no choice but to see it up close. I stared at it and felt oddly unsure of myself. What was he going to do? Was he going to whip me with that thing?
Fully naked, I shivered with both unwanted desire and fear. My ass felt impossibly high in the air and entirely vulnerable. Then, when he placed his palm against my bare skin, I squeaked in surprise.
He meant to spank me, like a naughty little girl.
“You’re even more beautiful when you’re about to be punished,” he said, and I snarled angrily at his observation. I wiggled in his grasp, but he was stronger than I had anticipated. I didn’t even come close to escaping his tight hold on my body.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I replied, trying to sound brave even though at that moment, I felt incredibly small. Pinned over his knee and under the threat of punishment, I had little doubt of what was going to happen next. He was going to discipline me as he saw fit.
I’d never been spanked. Growing up, I had always listened to my superiors, at least most of the time, and they had rewarded my feisty, fearless nature. But now, in this moment, I was beginning to question myself. Bared, upended, and threatened with an unavoidable spanking, I wasn’t sure what to do.
“It’s time I taught you a much-needed lesson, Ruby,” he said in response, his voice still unbelievably steady and calm. The heat of his hand against my naked backside held my entire focus. Slowly, he lifted his palm and gently patted my right cheek. I trembled nervously, the threat of retribution more than clear.
“Don’t,” I pleaded once more, hoping that I could prevent what now seemed like the inevitable.
“You’re no longer in charge, little demon killer. I’m going to whip this disobedient little bottom of yours and you’re going to learn that now, you’re mine. Mine to use. Mine to take and mine to keep,” he scolded, and I began to feel ever smaller.
“Please. I’ll listen. You don’t have to spank me, Cain,” I begged one last time, hoping that one of the cruelest monsters of all time would grant me mercy, however unlikely.
Instead, he traced his fingers across my sensitive skin, dipping lower and lower until he lingered across my thighs. Gradually, he pressed his thick digits in between my legs, at once drawing my attention back to my shameful secret.
“You protest quite a bit for a woman who’s this soaking wet when she’s put over a man’s knee for the very first time, about to be punished for her crimes,” he observed, and I trembled, my face flushing hotly with embarrassment.
“I’m not,” I tried to protest, but he cut me off.
“You want to be punished, don’t you?” he asked softly, dragging his fingertips up and down my sopping wet folds, teasing my clit and making me gasp with reluctant pleasure.
“I don’t,” I replied, my voice rising anxiously.
“Such a naughty girl. Haven’t you been taught that lying is a sin?” he said, and my core throbbed with desire.