Page 11 of Our Darling Isabelle

“One strike for lying. One strike for trying to run away.” I say, hooking my fingers on the top of her jeans and yanking them down with her panties.

“What are you talking about? Get your hand off my ass!” she snaps, trying to stand again until I fist a handful of her hair and shove her face down.

“Another for trying to get up before I gave you permission.” I shove harder until she relaxes in my grip. My pulse speeds up when I see her submit under my hand, a part of her craving this and fuck if that didn’t make my mouth water. I stand and walk around the couch, admiring her bare ass stuck in the air. Bracing one foot on the recliner, I shoved it out of my way, waiting to see if she would try to run again when it fell over. Isabelle jumps while her hair hides her face, but she doesn’t run. I have to bite down on a groan when my dick hardens painfully in my slacks at the sight of her soft, plump ass just begging for me to mark the smooth flesh. While she looks over her shoulder with wide eyes, I slowly take off my belt. Taking my time is agony, but I love watching her body tremble with panic and curiosity.

“Spread your knees.” My tone leaves no room for argument, and she makes a disgruntled sound. I deliver a slap across her ass with the belt, and she cries out, falling onto her elbows. Giving a warning, I tap her thighs with the belt I folded in my hands and she slowly slides her knees apart as far as her pants allow.

“Count them,” I say before bringing the belt across her ass again.

“Screw you!” She yells and I tap her ass once with the belt as a reminder of what happens if she disobeys me.

“Two,” she says with defeat. I chuckle, and she looks back at me while I shake my head and hold up one finger.

“No, that was two!” She snaps at me, and I drop the belt, making her jump as I lean over her and rub the welt on her cheeks. Goosebumps cover her pretty skin, and a blush has brought a rush of color to her face, highlighting her pupils blown out with desire. For a moment, she closes her eyes and presses against my hand when I sit on my heels beside her. She almost looks disappointed until I pull back and slap her soft skin.

“Two.” I say and she sucks in a sharp hiss when I pull my hand back and strike the other cheek with more force.

“Three!” She shouts, dropping her head onto her hands and I slide my hand down her ass and between her thighs. The skin is slick with her arousal, and I rub my hand between her lips while she pants and tries to spread her legs further. She is dripping down her thighs and I know I’m about to cross a line I’ll never come back from.

“You enjoyed being punished.” My voice is gravely, and she stops grinding against my hand.

“I’m not- I don’t.” She whispers against her hands where she is still bowing on the floor. I chuckle and pick my belt up, dragging the cold metal buckle against her dripping cunt while she tries to jerk away.

“Another lie,” I say before pulling it away and folding the belt in half again. I bide my time until she relaxes, then deliver a sharp slap between her legs. She sucks in a breath before releasing a soft moan.

“We’re not finished here,” I say to her as she tries to get up. I loop my arm under hers and help her stand up. Isabelle tries to pull her pants up, but I give her a warning look and she glares right back at me before looking away in defeat. She obediently follows me through the house until we try to go up the stairs and she struggles with her pants around her ankles. She gives me another stubborn look and tries to pull them up again, but I just throw her over my shoulder and ignore her cries of protest. I swat her ass once again, just because the sound makes my already hard cock throb.

“You’re going to regret this.” She tries to threaten me, but it’s as weak as her tiny fists on my back while I walk into my bedroom. Locking the door behind us to be safe, I drop her onto her back on the bed and she bares her teeth at me.

“I’m not into spanking and stuff like that.” she tries to convince both of us as I pull my shirt off and stare down at her. Walking over to the nightstand, I slide the drawer open and pocket the restraints before she can see them. Her eyes never leave me while I walk back around the bed. I grab her pants between her ankles and yank upwards, pulling her legs up while she grips the dark green sheet on either side of her and eliciting a squeak from her lips.

“Stop lying to me and yourself.” I warn her before wrapping a leather cuff around each ankle and throwing her pants to the floor. She tries to crawl backwards, but I pull her ass to the edge of the bed and loop the chain onto a hook dangling from the rails above my bedframe. She looks up, wide eyed, then back at me.

I stop to admire how beautiful she is, the scar on her jaw reminding me of how strong she truly is. My hands want to bend her until she breaks, giving in and letting go of all the shame the world places on women. I wanted her to feel safe and welcome, but I punished her instead because of my own feelings. She was a weakness, and I wanted to drop to my knees and worship her in ways she had never been. Today I would give in, but only this one time. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.

“Get me down.” She demands and I shake my head slowly before pulling out metal hand cuffs and twirling them on my finger while walking around the bed.

“I’m going to go shower while you lay here and decide how you want things to go when I come back.” I say, grabbing her wrists and securing them together while she feebly tries to pull away.

“You can’t just leave me like this!” She snaps at me while I throw my hands up and walk towards the bathroom while she shouts “Fucker!” at the ceiling. Fuck, this is going to be fun. She holds all the power here and doesn’t even realize it.

Chapter 10—Isabelle

Iglare up at the ceiling when I hear the door creak open, refusing to look at him. Alec strolls closer and the smell of pine fills the room. I peek at him from the corner of my eye and my legs clench as he stares me down. His black hair is still damp, strands hang in front of his eyes and an image of licking the drops of water from the stubble on his jaw makes me blush. With one swift motion, he lets go of the grip he has on the front of the towel between his hips, and it drops to the ground, along with my jaw. Why are the quiet grumpy ones always packing huge dicks?

“Like what you see?” He asks. I close my mouth and look away without an answer. My legs have started tingling, and I am pissed off that he takes half hour-long showers. Probably spent the entire time scrubbing the monster between his legs. He just snorts and walks closer to stand by the foot of the bed. Curiosity gets the best of me and I look around my legs to see him staring at my ass while he strokes his cock.

“Apparently you like what you see.” I try to sound snarky but my voice shakes as I watch. My pussy betrays me, and I can feel the wetness gathering as I fight to control my thoughts. His body is incredible, the bulging muscles in his shoulder while he slowly works himself, to the emphasized lines down the front of his hips. Alec turns and bends over to pick up his belt and I bite my lip, admiring his incredibly sculpted ass.

“You said you don’t enjoy punishment, but we both know you’re lying.” He says, rubbing his hand down my leg and to grip my ass. Shame rises inside me and I start to argue, but he keeps talking.

“I’ve wanted to punish you for walking into my home.” He says, unhooking my feet and motioning for me to roll over. I stretch my legs out and sit up, staring up at him from the bed while he kneels to remove my ankle restraints.

“Bringing you to the edge while I do it is just a bonus.” His lips turn up into a cruel smile as he stands over me. Alec lunges forward, grabbing my tank top and tearing it in half before ripping the straps off.

“I didn’t even ask to come here in the first place!” I snap at him, and he grips my throat. His hold is tight yet gentle as he pulls me up against his chest. I jerk my hands up when they brush his hot, throbbing cock and his minty breath fans my face.

“Yet here you are, another fucking liability.” He says, dipping his head to take my nipple into his mouth and biting so hard tears sting my eyes. I push at his chest, and he turns me, shoving me down onto my hands on the bed. Not waiting for me to move, he grabs the front of my hips and lifts, shoving me further onto the bed. I face plant with my hands caught against the sheets between my knees and he gets a full view at my ass stuck in the air. Being tossed around as if I weigh nothing is something my traitorous body enjoys, proof of it drips down my thigh and he’s barely touched me. He tugs on the handcuffs once, and the click of something metallic makes me jump. I try to pull away but realize I’m chained in place. Again. “Bad girls get leashes until they behave.” his breath brushes my ass and I scoff at his words.

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