Obey Me

You Are Going To Be Punished Now

Celina

"Is Marcelo here?" I asked Nadia. I took a cab to the club after I snuck out of the house. Antonio wasn't easy to fool but I managed to make my way out and I ran a block before I called a cab.

"Who?"

"My VIP?"

"Never heard the name but no I haven't heard anyone asking for you for some time," Nadia told me. "Sorry girl."

"No, it's okay."

"Why don't you ask Carlos?" I couldn't ask Carlos, he would tell Vito I was here. I didn't even know what Marcelo looked like so if he was here how would I know. I couldn't walk the rooms either. Carlos would definitely see me. I had to think, and quickly. I figured if I asked Carlos and he told me, I could do what I had to and get my money. I wouldn't have to deal with Vito because I would be gone by then, right?

"Carlos,"

"Celina, what are you doing here?"

"Working duh?" I really hoped Vito didn't say anything to him.

"Right,"

"Is Mr. Marcelo here?"

"No, he isn't,"

"Damn it, really?" I was disappointed, to say the least. "Do you have a number I could reach him with?"

"That's not how it works Celina," Carlos looked nervous and confused. "Can you just wait right here?" Carlos took out his phone and began to dial. I think I knew who he was dialing. I ran to Vito's office. There were no papers on his desk but I figured there had to be some kind of book that had contact info for all his VIP clients. I began to look as fast as I could. There wasn't much I could understand. I kept looking until I came upon a letter. It was written to Vito M Hernandez. It wasn't in English but as I looked at it more. I saw it said meu Marcelo.  I put it back and then went back outside. Carlos was frantically looking for me.

"s**t," I thought to myself. I snuck out the back door and went back to the house. It was the last place I wanted to be but I had to look for something, anything at this point. I had a knot in my stomach. An unnerving feeling that wasn't making sense yet.

I ran through the front door as Antonio yelled at me. I didn't hear exactly what he said. I went straight for Vito's office that was locked. I pounded my fists at the door but I knew that wasn't going to do anything.

"Celina," Antonio called out.

"Break down the door," I demanded.

"What?"

"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" I shouted. Antonio looked at me intently and then pulled out a set of keys. He opened the door and let me by. The room was dark. There were no windows. I turned on the lights. There was a long wide desk in the center and a bookshelf behind it. What really drew my eye was a black door with a red doorknob. I also noticed a lot of pictures on the walls. Some even looked like family pictures. I noticed a picture of two boys in soccer uniforms. The picture looked old underneath one boy it said Marcelo and under the other it said Marolo. The eyes of the first boy drew me. They were intense as they were now.

"Oh my gosh," I covered my mouth.

"Can I help you with something?" Vito's voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Vito,"

"I told you, you couldn't come in here,"

"Vito-,"

"I told you not to leave the house,"

"V,"

"I told you to stay put," he stalked closer to me. "You're going to be punished now." Vito picked me up over his shoulder and walked me over to the black door with the red knob. As we entered the room, all I could see was the floor. It was a mirrored floor. I lifted my head up a bit. I was shocked at what I had seen through the floor. There was a large black leather X cross in the middle of the room. It looked to have red cushions on each point and on the center. He put me down in front of the cross. He looked into my eyes. I didn't blink but his gaze was intimidating. Vito swiped his thumb across my lips and then cupped my cheek roughly. He pulled me towards his face.

"We are going to play a little game," he whispered. "Undress." He turned and walked back towards the door. I was beginning to tremble lightly.

"I SAID UNDRESS!" he didn't even turn around. His loud roar startled me out of my thoughts. I began to undress. I stood there naked as his eyes took me all in. He slowly walked toward me and then positioned me in front facing the cross. He restrained me with leather cuffs that were attached to the cross points.

"This part won't hurt," he said. "That much, at least." My wrists and ankles were bound. I couldn't move. The friction and tightness hurt a bit but it was a mild pain.

"Vito,"

"No, no," he said. "You don't talk yet." I stayed quiet. "So, Celina, I value trust and honesty. I need it in my line of work. I trust my men and they are honest and loyal. Do you trust me, Celina?"

"Yes,"

"Well, I don't trust you,"

"Vito," Vito walked away and went to a dresser, and opened the top drawer.

"You lie to me and you get punished. You hesitate and I punish you," he said. "You tell me everything I want to know and I will reward you. UNDERSTOOD!"

"Yes,"

"Good," Vito whipped my backside. My body jumped up from the shock. "Now, let's start." Vito walked away again. He came back and blindfolded me.

"Obey Me," the words were said low and with a muffled gruff. A tone I had heard before."

"Marcelo," I whispered. I suddenly felt a smack on my backside.

"Do not talk unless I have spoken to you," Vito whipped me again. "Why did you leave the house?"

"I went to the club," I got whipped twice.

"I didn't ask where you went, I asked why?"

"I-,"

"Celina," Vito whipped me three times.

"Ow," I cried.

"Don't lie or hesitate," Vito said.

"I was running away,"

"And you went to the club, because?"

"I went to go look for Marcelo,"

"Why?"

"I needed more money,"

"Interesting,"

"And what were you going to do to get this money?"

"Vito," I was whipped twice. He leaned in closer to me and whispered the question again in my ear.

"What were you going to do for the money?"

"I don't know," Vito whipped me once more. "I DON'T KNOW, WHATEVER MARCELO WANTED."

"Really?" Vito sounded amused. "Anything."

"Yes,"

"Why?"

"Why what?" Vito slapped my bottom with his hand, hard.

"Why were you so desperate?"

"I-,"

"Celina,"

"I-," I didn't want to say it. Vito whipped me four times. "I WAS SCARED."

"Of?"

"Of you," 

There was silence for minutes that felt like hours.

"Vito,"

"Why?"

"I don't know,"

"Are you still scared of me?"

"No," he leaned into my body again.

"How can I tell if you are lying?" Vito whispered in my ear.

"I am here, aren't I?"

"Yes, you are here," Vito ran his fingers over my back and down to my ass. He suddenly cupped my p***y from behind.

"VITO!" I moaned as he dipped his finger through my wet opening.

"Celina, you find this enjoyable?"

"No," Vito whipped me.

"Don't lie,"

"Maybe I wanted you to whip me again," Vito undid my restraints and turned me around.

"When I want something, I always get it,"

"I bet,"

"If I am interested in something, I go all in,"

"So?"

"So, I am all in,"

"You lied to me,"

"Did I?"

"You played me,"

"I did,"

"Am I just supposed to let that go,"

"I don't know,"

"Vito,"

"I don't lie, ask me anything,"

"Do you want me?"

"I've always wanted you,"

"How do you want me?"