THE DON'S CAPTIVE MISTRESS

Too Bad

HAZEL

As Axel soothed the spank, his finger dipped, trailing up my inner thigh, and the cool air met the sudden, undeniable wetness he found.

My breath hitched.

He tutted loudly, a sound that amplified my shame and my need.

“My, my…This is supposed to be a punishment, you do know that, right?”

I remained absolutely silent. I was no longer being restrained, but the raw power of the moment, the exquisite vulnerability, held me captive.

“Forgot about telling me to stop? Now would be a good time,” he reminded me, and then he squeezed my ass cheek hard between his fingers.

The pressure made me wriggle instantly against him. The knowledge that my p***y was right there, needy and exposed, was overwhelming. I knew he could sink his fingers inside, have me coming apart in seconds, but I also heard the internal battle in his voice, the defiance against his own desire.

My body was betraying me, desperate for a release. I wanted him to finish what he started, I have never wanted anything as much

Slowly, deliberately, he trailed his finger higher up my leg. I felt the undeniable urge to grant him access, to climb higher, and without conscious thought, I parted my thighs in a subtle, aching invitation. A wave of heat, burned through the air when I gave him what he wanted.

Axel leaned in close, his voice a low, taunting drawl. “Do you want to be spanked and fingered, Hazel?”

The question was rhetorical and cruel because the answer, the humiliating answer, was yes.

For one exquisite second, he was running his fingertip down my swollen, throbbing slit. I was so wet, so open, that I could practically smell the musky, heady scent of myself...of my desire, in the air. The thought that he might sink his face there, inhale the proof of my surrender, made my breath close up.

My hips responded with a desperate little nudge against his fingers, a silent, needy dare for him to slip inside, to finally give me the release my body was begging for.... Instead, a sharp, hard smack landed on my left cheek again, the sound cracking the silence.

Axel yanked his hand away, the sudden loss of contact made me want to cry.

“Too bad I’d rather stick my hand somewhere worth my while.”

The deliberate cruelty of his words made me jerk. It was the deepest insult he had ever thrown at me, especially in this condition. But before I could even formulate a furious retort, he suddenly stood up straight, letting me fall ungraciously on the floor.

I hit the floor with a small, humiliating thud. My palms slapped against the cold tile, my breath coming out of me as I scrambled upright, my dress bunched around my waist, my panties still tangled around my ankles.

For a moment, I couldn’t speak. Not from fear. Not from pain. But from the whiplash inside my own body, the way he had taken me right to the edge and then ripped everything away like it meant nothing.

I looked up at him. Axel towered above me, chest rising and falling in controlled, measured breaths. He looked like a man holding himself back, a man who was one breath away from ruining me.

His jaw clenched once and then dragged his eyes over me....my messy hair, my parted lips, my bare ass blotched red from his hand, my thighs trembling, the wet sheen he’d caused glistening between them.

I had never felt so exposed.

Or so furious.

Or so pathetically, humiliatingly turned on.

“Get up,” he commanded quietly.

I didn’t move. Not because I wanted to defy him. But because I genuinely didn’t know if my legs would work.

Axel exhaled, slow and sharp, like I was the most inconvenient problem he’d ever dealt with. Then he grabbed my arm, not roughly, but firmly and hauled me to my feet in one effortless pull.

My breath hitched. My body swayed toward him without permission. His fingers dug into my hip, steadying me but holding me at just enough distance to make it clear that kindness had nothing to do with it.

“Look at you,” he murmured, eyes dropping to my thighs again.

I hated him for noticing.

I hated him for causing it.

I hated him for how badly I wanted him to touch me again, even after humiliating me.

“What is wrong with you?” I whispered, the words slipping out without my brain’s approval.

His gaze snapped to mine, sharp and dangerous. I regretted asking immediately. A slow smile curved across his lips, the wicked, cruel one he wore when he knew he had me completely under his thumb.

“Is that really the question you wanted to ask me? Or do you want to know why you didn't get to come,” he said simply.

Heat crashed through my body, furious, needy, humiliating. He smoothed my dress down with one hand, slow and deliberate, like he was reassembling something he had broken on purpose.

Then he tugged my panties back up, not gently. The harsh drag of the fabric across my overstimulated skin made me gasp. Then Axel murmured, leaning in until his breath warmed across my ear,

“Know your place.... When I say sit, you sit. When I tell you what to do, you do it. You don’t ask questions, you don’t cause problems....you do exactly as you’re told.”

I closed my eyes. I didn’t know whether it was from shame, anger, or pure humiliation, but I just couldn’t take it anymore. Everything inside me felt tight, like I was stretched thin.

Then he straightened and adjusted his jacket.

“I want you to take care of this mess,” he said coldly. “Clean this place up. It's the least you can do after what you’ve done.”

A beat.

“Let’s see how you like going to bed hungry.”

The answer was right there, trembling on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t hungry anyway, that I hadn’t even wanted to come to dinner in the first place. But after everything that had happened tonight… after what had just happened between us… I didn’t have the power. I didn’t have the strength. I didn’t even have my voice anymore.

So I said nothing.

Without a second glance, Axel walked out the door, a bright, satisfied smile on his face, as if he hadn’t just torn me down and left me on a cold floor. When the door clicked shut, I finally let myself look around.

The mess was everywhere: broken plates, shattered glasses, and food smeared across the carpet. The proof of everything that had spiralled out of control inside me.

I should have stood and left. I should have brushed off before anyone found me like that.

But I didn’t. I just let myself lie there on the floor, surrounded by the mess of my humiliation.