“I will do more than touch you.” Gripping both my wrists with one of his beefy hands, he pauses long enough to stare into my eyes. I can feel his breath against my face. His cologne poisons my nose and nearly seduces me with its toxic fragrance. My body reacts to the close proximity, no matter how much I internally curse it for doing so.
I take a deep breath and cease in my struggles.
Still clasping my hands above my head, he reaches for his belt buckle and releases it from his waist.
His eyes tell me what he’s going to do even before his actions do. The fury pulses all around the darkness of his demanding eyes. I know this very moment that I have no choice but to succumb to his vexation.
“When you went to war with Godwins, did you think you’d win? Surely, you know the kind of people we are and what we do to people who cross us. Are you a fool?” he asks as he wraps the leather around my neck, pulling it through the clasp.
I shake my head. “Please,” I beg.
“No!” he bellows as he tightens the belt. “You are Mrs. Godwin. Mrs. Apollo Godwin. Do not show weakness! Do not beg! You are the all mighty who can take down someone in this family. Right?”
He tightens the belt even more as he straddles my body. He releases my hands, so I’m able to pull at the leather to no avail. The more I struggle, the tighter he pulls.
“Can you breathe?” he asks with a seductive evil lining his question.
I can’t speak and can only shake my head. Blackness threatens to take over as my ears ring. I really can’t inhale as the leather gets tighter and tighter.
“Look at me,” he demands. “Eyes on me, princess.”
I open my eyes and stare into his, silently begging for my life. My trachea feels the pressure of the belt, so much so that I can’t even swallow the saliva building up in my mouth.
“I want you to remember this. Whenever you think something I do, or something I dictate is so awful, I want you to remember that it can always get worse. Stop acting out against me. Stop thinking you are a match.” He tightens the belt, causing blackness to edge around my vision. “If you doubt me, if you disobey me, if you ever question my actions, just know that it will be much worse for you.”
I buck my hips in an attempt to throw Apollo from my body before the inevitable darkness completely takes hold.
He looks over his shoulder and down at my writhing legs and then back into my eyes. Without saying another word, he loosens the belt just enough that I can take in a shallow breath of air. It isn’t enough to fully fill my lungs, but enough to keep me alive. Just when I hoped Apollo had finally felt it had taught me my lesson enough and he would remove the belt, he surprises me by getting off my body and flipping me over onto my stomach.
A familiar feeling of fear takes over as the memory of the belt spankings from before.
He loosens the belt a little more, this time allowing me to wheeze and gasp. The burn of my lungs ease with every inhale, and the shadows on my vision disappear. I can breathe—though uncomfortably.
He crashes the palm of his hand against my bare behind. “I have expectations for tonight. Expectations that will be met.” He continues to spank my ass. The loud sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes against the walls of the room.
The continued humiliation of this awful act that Apollo seems to favor threatens to take back the little air I have just got. Why does the man feel the need to constantly punish me this way when he never placed a finger on me before?
The belt is still tight around my neck, but I can no longer focus on the struggle to breathe. The searing swats of his hand on my ass are the only thing my mind can address. Desperation crackles from my core, all the way to the tips of my toes. I can’t cry out, I can’t plead, I can’t demand. I can do nothing but gasp for air against firm leather and allow the assault ofanotherspanking to continue.
And oh how it continued.
Over and over, Apollo rains down slap after slap against the entire surface of my exposed skin. I try to wiggle away to no avail, and am only rewarded for such an action by a harder spank to my ass. The palm of his hand feels the same as if he were using a solid piece of wood or metal. Such strength. Such sting. Such mortifying pain.
Silently, I beg him to stop. Hoping somewhere deep inside he can read my mind and know how terribly sorry I am. I should have never tried to kill the man. My life is in his hands, and I should never forget that. I am a prisoner, not his match.
Spank after spank, fire erupts from the depths of my ass and sizzles its way to the surface. Tears fall freely from my eyes and my wheezing grows louder against the choking belt that Apollo still holds firmly against my neck.
“Would you like me to remove the belt?” he asks while still continuing to spank with fury.
I nod my head, as it is the only thing I can do.
“Very well. But I’m not done with it yet.” He pauses in the blistering punishment and removes it from my neck. The rush of air that enters my body the moment the pressure releases makes my head spin with the intensity of oxygen my body so desperately hungered for.
I remain on my belly, absolutely still. I don’t want to give him any reason to continue on and just pray that he views my lack of movement as complete defeat. He is the victor in this battle. I am merely a fallen soldier hanging on by a thread. My prayers are not answered, however, when I feel the lash of leather crack against my already punished ass.
I scream out in pain, but more out of shock than agony. “No,” I rasp, barely having a voice. “No more.”
“Yes.”