THE DEVIL'S SILK

CHAPTER 5 - THE PUNISHMENT CHAIR

The room was cold, not from temperature but from intention, it was very dark with no more than a window.

Black walls. Steel chains bolted to the floor. And at the center, illuminated by one cruel spotlight, stood the chair.

It was just a plain chair, it wasn't padded and wasn’t comfortable. It was wide, made of mahogany and metal, shaped like a throne and designed to break the body and expose the soul.

Lucien leaned against the doorframe as Amara was led in by silent hands. She walked on her own, no cuffs, no resistance. But her chin was tilted up in quiet defiance.

He liked that, he likes that he owns her and that there is nothing she could do about it.

“You brought me here to scare me?” she asked.

“No, Amara.” His voice was velvet and violence, “I brought you here to teach you and also to punish you.”

He gestured to the chair, “Sit.”

She didn’t move. He sighed and stepped forward, slowly circling her like she was prey already half-devoured.

“You broke three rules before your contract was even signed. You defied me, lied, touched what was forbidden, you won't want to get on my last nerve.”

“And you think tying me up will make me submit?”. Amara asked. Lucien smiled, dark and slow.

“Oh, sweet girl, this isn’t just only about submission, not yet, this is about awakening. But so you may know you are already submitted to me and me alone.”

He reached behind her, gripping her wrist gently and guiding her into the chair. “Do you know what punishment means in my world, Amara, it’s not pain it’s clarity.”

He fastened her ankles to the base tight, but not cruel. Then to her wrists, secured above the armrests, forcing her posture open making her vulnerable.

“You’ll stay here until I believe you’ve learned your first lesson.”

“Which is?” She asked.

He leaned in close, breath hot against her throat. “That your body isn’t a weapon here, it’s an instrument and only I get to play it.”

The first strike wasn’t with a whip, it was with silence. After the first strike, Lucien didn’t touch her for a full minute.

He just watched.

Then, finally, he slipped on a black glove and dragged two fingers along the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate.

Her breath hitched.

“Sensitive already?” he murmured.

“Go to hell”. She shouted. “Darling,” he said, lips curving, “I brought you with me.”

He pulled a silk blindfold from his coat pocket. “I will be tying your eyes with this”.

“No”. Amara shouted

He gripped her jaw gently but firmly, tilting her face up. “You’re in the punishment chair Amara, you don’t get to say no, whatever comes your way you will take it”.

He slipped the blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness, all she could do was to feel his presence and the cool air across her thighs.

Taking his belt out of his jeans, Amara could hear the flickering sound of metal, trying to process what was happening, there came the sudden burn of leather against bare skin as his belt tapped once, then again not hard. Just enough to make her twitch.

Then, Smack.

A firm hit across her inner thigh. She gasped.

“Count,” He said.

“What?” She asked

Then came another hit, Smack.

“Count.” He said his voice was deep and controlling.

“O…..one.”

Then came another, and another. Each one followed by silence so heavy it echoed.

“Two…, Three…” Amara kept on counting after each hit.

By the seventh time, her voice shook but it wasn’t just pain.

It was from hotness, she was wet, she knows that he knows about it and she hates him for that.

Lucien knelt in front of her, hands tracing up her legs, lips brushing the inside of her knee.

“There she is,” he whispered. “The girl who says no with her mouth and yes with everything else. You're just full of wonder baby.”

Spreading her legs further, Lucien smiled leaving a smirk “And she's so f*****g wet”.

Taking her panties down, Lucien dipped two fingers into her, Amara gasped trying to suppress herself from making a sound. She couldn't let him know how bad she loves his touch.

Deepening his thrust further into her, Amara let out a soft moan. “There you go baby, moan for me. C'mon baby girl, moan for daddy”. Lucien said, staring at her in the eyes.

“f**k” Amara screamed, “There you go baby, I want more of it”. Lucien continued fingering her, gaining more of Amara's soft and sweet moan.

“You’re so f*****g wet baby”, Lucien said pulling out his fingers from her.

Bending towards her, he used his tongue hovering over her clits “And so f*****g sweet”. Amara gasped at his touch.

Standing up, Lucien adjusted her panties back “You just have to be obedient and you will enjoy your stay here, even if you don't say, I know how much you love my touch and how badly you yearn for it ”.

“I hate you”, Amara yelled out

“Then hate me harder, sweetheart. Because by the time I’m done with you,……”

He dragged his gloved thumb between her chests, over her breast, squeezing on it and picking on her n*****s. “......you’ll beg for my cruelty.”

Taking off the clips from her, Lucien walked towards the door “This is just the beginning, there's more of it to come”

Her breath shattered “You think you’re breaking me,” she hissed.

Lucien smirked “Break?, C'mon I can't do that to you, you're my pet, I’m only rewriting you.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, “We haven't started, and you are already getting bored?, we have a lot of memories to make together, baby”.

Opening the door, Lucien said “And you haven’t even heard me play your song yet.”

Closing the door after him, the lights snapped off.

Amara was left all alone, in total darkness.

Just then, a single piano note echoed from the room next door.