Beneath His Rule (BL)

Punishment 2.3

For a moment, Genesis hesitated. There was something in Cleo’s tone—it was anger, but more controlled. More controlled than what he used to see on his father. It was unsettling. Reluctantly, Genesis turned and headed upstairs, though he made sure to slam the door behind him once he reached their room.

Upstairs, Genesis paced the room in annoyance. “Who does he think he is?” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. “Even my father never dared to treat me like this.”

Despite his frustration, a part of him couldn’t shake the memory of Cleo’s grip on his waist, the way his voice had softened in the midst of his anger. It was confusing and infuriating!

Genesis sat on the edge of the bed, his mind racing.

The silence stretched thin in the room as Genesis leaned against the headboard, arms crossed, his thoughts running wild. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, but the door opening broke the silence, making him look up sharply. Cleo walked in, his movements measured, his gaze steady. Genesis didn’t even notice when Cleo crossed the room until he felt the firm grip on his arm, yanking him out of his pacing near the window.

“What do you want now?” Genesis snapped, the irritation clear in his voice.

Cleo’s jaw clenched. Without another word, he grabbed Genesis by the waist and carried him to the bed. The Alpha’s strength was effortless, and Genesis yelped, his hands pushing at Cleo’s chest, but the Alpha didn’t budge.

“What the h*ll are you doing?” Genesis spat, trying to pull his arm free, but Cleo was more stronger.

Before Genesis could reply, Cleo sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling Genesis across his lap in one swift motion.

“You seem to think this marriage gives you free rein to do whatever you want,” Cleo said, his voice cold. It seems like he's waiting for a retaliation to push further. “Let me remind you, it doesn’t.”

“M*th*r f*ck*ng Blackwood!” Genesis’s voice was full of irritation as he felt the pull of being threatened, his body twisting in protest. “Let me go, you—”

A sharp sound of Cleo’s palm meeting Genesis’s b*tt cut him off. The slap wasn’t hard, but the shock of it left him gasping, his breath catching in his throat.

“Still want to keep testing me?” Cleo asked, his voice calm, as if it were just a normal conversation.

'What the f*ck??'

Genesis’s eyebrows furrowed in anger as his cheeks burned, his mind scrambling to process what was happening. He twisted his body to look at Cleo, his glare full of fire. “You’re insane!”

Slap.

The second smack made Genesis jerk, his hands gripping the bedding. It wasn’t painful—but it is more humiliating than anything else. And the dominance in Cleo’s actions left him even more speechless.

“Let’s get one thing clear,” Cleo said, his voice still dangerously soft, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto Genesis’s back.

“I don’t tolerate disrespect and disobedience.”

Before Genesis could respond, Cleo’s hand was already in motion. Another spank rang out, the sting burning on Genesis’s butt cheek.

“Not in public,” Cleo growled, another firm spank following immediately.

“Not in private.” The third spank landed with a force that made Genesis bite down a curse.

“You just disobeyed a rule,” Cleo added, his tone darkening. Another spank echoed through the room.

Genesis squirmed, his cheeks burning—not just from the spanking but from the sheer indignity of it. “My father didn’t even dare to spank me!” he hissed.

Cleo’s hand came down again, harder this time. “I’m not your father,” he said coldly. “But you’ll learn to behave.”

He didn’t let Genesis recover, didn’t even give him a chance to speak. Another spank landed, this one harder than the rest. Genesis gasped, the sting settling in his nerves.

"Did you think there would be no consequences for your actions?"

Genesis’s heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fury and confusion boiling inside him. Genesis kicked his legs, his voice rising. “Let me go! This is d*mn ridiculous!”

But Cleo didn’t stop. Each strike was firm but controlled, more about teaching than hurting. Genesis’s protests grew louder, but Cleo remained steady, his grip unyielding.

Genesis clenched his jaw, refusing to give Cleo the satisfaction of a reaction, even as his entire body tensed. “You’re nothing but a bastard!"

“You’re a brat,” Cleo said, his voice low, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “But I have all the time in the world to correct that.”

Genesis felt the heat rising in his cheeks—not just from embarrassment, but from the audacity of the man beneath him. “You can’t just... just do this!”

Cleo leaned down slightly, his lips brushing close to Genesis’s ear. “I can. And I already did.”

The words carried a weight that silenced Genesis momentarily, though the fire in his gaze didn’t waver. Cleo’s hold loosened, but not before he leaned in, his breath grazing Genesis’s ear.

“Let this serve as a reminder.” Cleo murmured, his words low and final.

When Cleo finally released him, Genesis scrambled to his feet, his hands flying to smooth his disheveled clothes. His cheeks were flushed, his hair a mess, and his glare was sharp enough to kill.

“Y—You’re impossible,” Genesis snapped, his voice shaking slightly as he backed away.

Cleo leaned back on the bed, unbothered, his gaze never leaving Genesis. “Shall we continue, or are you ready to behave?”

The nerve of him. Genesis grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at Cleo, his frustration boiling over. “Go to hell!”