Chapter 14 – The Punishment
Alesia made one mistake.
She spoke to another man.
Just a simple sentence—“Thank you”—to one of Nico’s guards who held the door for her. But Nico saw. And that was enough.
She didn’t see the storm until it slammed into her.
That night, he came for her in silence.
No words.
Just the cold click of the collar being fastened. The leash being drawn tight. The warning in his eyes.
“You forgot,” he said softly. “Who you belong to.”
She tried to explain—tried to apologize—but he wasn’t listening.
He dragged her down the hall, past the guards, past the locked doors, into the private room she had only seen once before. The walls were lined with leather, chains, and cuffs.
Her heart pounded.
“Nico—please—”
“Strip,” he ordered.
She hesitated.
He pulled the leash tight, forcing her forward until she was nose-to-nose with him. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Trembling, she obeyed.
When she was bare, he bent her over the padded bench and cuffed her wrists above her head. Spread her legs. Tied her down.
“This isn’t about pleasure,” he whispered against her ear. “It’s about correction.”
Then came the first strike.
A flat, hard slap across her ass.
She gasped.
Another. Then another. Fire bloomed across her skin.
Between blows, he touched her—not gently. Rough, possessive. Making her feel the line between pain and pleasure blur until she didn’t know which one made her cry out louder.
“You’re mine,” he growled, fingers deep inside her now. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she choked out.
He thrust into her without warning—deep, merciless, savage. Her scream echoed in the soundproof room. She was helpless, bound, overwhelmed.
And it thrilled her.
He pounded into her like he was punishing her from the inside out. Every thrust was a reminder. Every moan a surrender.
And when she came, it was explosive—raw, shameful, addictive.
When he finally released her, she collapsed into his arms, sobbing.
He held her tight.
Kissed her forehead.
Then whispered, “Next time you forget, I’ll make sure you can’t walk.”