...4...
LAST WARNING
She could feel the amount of anger emanating from him in humongous waves.
Her impending punishment would be harder than the last time.
She just knew it.
He began to move towards the entrance, his strides long and powerful.
She did not struggle, didn't dare to.
Somehow -though she should not yet she definitely did- she felt safe in his arms.
Her body knew his touch, could recognize it, reveling in it and she wondered why once again.
'First,' the Little Prince called.
He did not stop to answer his companion.
He kept on walking.
'First,' he called out to him yet again, unbothered at being ignored. 'Please endeavour to tamper deserved justice with loving mercy and tenderness.'
He halted then but did not turn around.
'Please be lenient with her First.'
'She keeps offending me,' was his reply.
'Don't let it cloud your judgement,' he stated. She felt him stiffen. Her captor, the beast turned then.
'Are you doubting my self control?'
'You are angry,' was all he said to him. A long pause ensued and she suspected that they were having a stare down.
'I shall not harm her Little. Besides, she belongs to me, I'm obliged to do with her as I please,' he said.
She wanted to tell him that she didn't belong to him like she always did.
She wanted to inform him that he was not obliged to do with her as he pleased.
But, she could not because it would be a lie and he would call her out on it.
'You're angry,' the Little Prince repeated.
She felt his body tense again and she knew he was angry at his companion's words.
His next words confirmed it.
'Shall I give her to you so that you can endeavour to do with her as you please, tamper deserved justice with loving mercy and tenderness?'
The sarcasm in his words was evident.
His expression was harder than steel.
'You can take her and be lenient with her Little,' he proffered.
She knew that he didn't mean it, but she would have been very happy to belong to his companion instead of him.
'I do not desire her first. But if she were mine, I would do with her what I am advising you to do,' he stated in a matter of fact way.
The words served to piss her captor even further.
'You! Do you wish to die?! How dare you?!' He roared.
'I told you brother, I do not want her. She's all yours, all yours. That is the reason you should not harm her in your fury.'
His voice was surprisingly calm.
'Maximilian!'
'I shall leave you be,' the little Prince said.
He turned before displaying his trademark lopsided smile -it meant that he had been mischievous.
He had hardly taken two steps when he turned back to the Emperor, his brother.
His smile was gone and in its place was his normal serious expression.
'Remember my warning,' he said.
This time she noted the difference in his voice.
It was soft yet hard.
'Get lost!' The Emperor thundered and turned away, marching into his home.
He walked past his butler whom she knew as Peter and his personal guards, Cora and Xiera -the very one she had impersonated earlier.
They greeted them with a formal bow nonetheless as he walked past them, seething with rage.
He stormed up the stairs, practically fuming.
She wasn't sure if it was hers or the Little Prince's fault.
The stairs ended at the beginning of dual adjacent corridors.
He turned into the left.
Her blood ran cold.
The left side led to the left wing that was his quarters.
She knew then what sort of punishment awaited her.
The corridor led into another.
He turned into it and approached the huge mahogany door.
He opened the door and took her into the room.
He lifted her over his shoulders and sent the things on his writing table to the floor with a clean sweep of his hands.
She diddered as he laid her quite gently on the table.
She knew that a despicable punishment awaited her.
She began to cry then, embittered.
'Mine,' he muttered, playing with her dress, tugging it softly away from her body.
She trembled badly as he held her.
'Let me go,' she uttered weakly without resolve.
He paid her no attention.
'Please.'
'Stop running then I will.'
'I'll not! I can't. Let me go!' She was about to breakdown.
He turned her over.
She began to fight then, obsessed with being free of him.
'Mine!' He called warningly. 'Stop!'
'No! No! Let me go you beast!' She screamed and screamed as he tore her clothes off her body.
She fought but he was still stronger than her.
She elbowed him.
He cursed softly as she bolted away from him.
He caught her. But she struggled like a mad woman.
Somehow, they tumbled on the bed, the duel for power ongoing.
He trapped her body under his, face down, her back to him while he focused on pinning her hands above her head.
'Stop.'
'Beast!' She spat at him, her voice muffled by the bed.
He held her down, kneeling beside her.
'Don't!'
His hands descended then.
Spank!
She screamed from the smarting pain.
'Mine,' he murmured under his breath as his palm came atop her buttocks, hard and swift.
The sound reverberated as did her scream.
Spank...
It came again.
Spank! Spank! Spank!
She screamed at each, struggling under his firm grip of his strong hands.
By the time the sixth spank greeted her derriere, her panties clad buttocks was on fire.
Tears filled her eyes and she began to do the most humane thing; to beg.
'Please, please beast,' she whispered. She nearly choked on her tears.
'Will you do such again?' He asked her. She kept shut, not wanting to promise what she could not do and be held to it.
He repeated the question, his voice hard and unshaken.
She hesitated and his palm met her buttocks the seventh time.
She cried out at the inevitable pain.
'Please.'
'Give me an answer.' She felt rather than saw his hovering palm.
'No! No! I won't!'
'Give me your word Mine!' He barked. 'I could go on.'
'No!' She gasped. 'I won't! I will not dare do so again!'
'Then?'
'My word, You have it! You have my word! I will not try to run away again! I will never try to leave!' She promised.
He waited.
'Please spare me!' She was crying now, weeping shamelessly.
'You won't?'
'I won't,' she admitted.
He turned her over, then made her to sit on the bed.
He stared at her.
Tears chased each other down her full cheeks.
She looked helpless, pathetic.
'Look at me,' he demanded.
She did because he made her to.
His expression was steel-like, aggressive.
'This is your last warning. Do not repeat this. Don't dare, or I'll teach you an unforgettable lesson,' he informed her.
She sniffed.
'What did I say?' He asked.
'This is my last warning.'
'If this happens again, do not blame me,' he stressed.
She nodded at his words.
'I will not,' she agreed meekly.
In that instant, he realized she would do such again.
He didn't bother.
He would be watching her closely.
'Mine,' he whispered, his eyes softening.
'Beast!' She cried. 'Devil! How can you treat me like this?! How can you?! Release me from this captivity! Please,' she pleaded with him.
He sighed inaudibly, her weeping tugging at his soul.
He lifted her chin to his face.
She looked up, into his eyes.
Her eyes were wet, her cheeks tear stained and her lips quivered badly.
His heart bled at the sight.
His expression softened, mollified.
He slowly wound his left palm around the right side of her neck.
He stared straight at her, into his eyes, searching her eyes.
She shook softly from her tears.
'Mine,' he whispered. 'Mine.'
He lowered his head and began to tenderly kiss her tears away.
Though he was the cause of the tears, she couldn't bring herself to push him away.
Instead, she grew hot with need, her body getting aroused.
Heat sizzled to life in her.
All of her blood rushed into both of her nipples, tightening them into thick painful beads.
"Mine,' he said again.
She moaned softly, liking what he was doing to her.
She was craving more of it though she hated the administrator.
'I'm sorry,' he whispered.
She tried to talk though nothing incoherent was in her head.
She might have disgraced herself once more from babbling had he not chosen that instant to kiss her, taking her lips in his softly.
Desire raced through her -from her mouth- filling her.
He gently nibbled lazily on her bottom lips with his teeth.
She moaned as he pressed closer, drawing her into him.
He crossed her, placing his knees on either side of her sitting body, deepening the kiss.
She couldn't fight the need, the kiss, the frottage of their bodies awakened as he possessed her through her mouth, cupping her head in his palms.
His teasing lips made her moan.
Her hands came to his shoulders to bring him closer.
But he ended the kiss as lazily as he had begun, leaving her dizzy and giddy from delight.
She felt high and dry.
He stared into her eyes.
She could see so many emotions swirling in their dark depths.
'Why do you keep running?' He asked softly.
'Why do you keep me here?' She replied his question with another question.
'I do it to protect you.'
'Liar! It can't possibly be that,' she sneered. He sighed softly.
'Believe me.'
His voice reached deep into her soul, gripping.
But she remembered that he was the enemy here.
She hardened her heart.
'I wish I could. But, I can't. I can't! It's unbelievable, taking me prisoner to protect me."
He sighed audibly.
"What exactly are you even protecting me from?'
'I'm doing so, protecting you from the unknown.'
She stared at him for a moment before she burst into a pained but raucous laughter.
'The unknown?' She asked. He said nothing and she sighed.
'Let me go. It's all I ask from you,' she pleaded, unamused anymore.
'No Mine, I can't do that. I will be endangering your life. Listen to me, believe me.'
She pushed him but he didn't bulge, unshaken, rooted.
'Then let me alone! Do not kiss me either!' She snapped at him. 'I am not some toy or thing that you can play with anytime you feel like it,' she said to him.
'I didn't say you were.'
'Leave me alone!' She said forcefully removing his hands on her neck.
He let her do so.
'Nothing will change Mine. You will remain here with me and I will protect you."
"I shall not—"
"You will go nowhere,' he interuppted her sternly, 'And I shall see to that.'
The information made her angry.
'No!' She disagreed.
She began to pound on his hard chest with her clenched fist, throwing a tantrum.
'No! Let me go! Let me go! Beast! Beast!' she cursed.
He let her hit him repeatedly, let her throw her tantrums.
He stayed still till she broke into fresh tears and the intensity of her pounding lessened.
He caught both her wrists to stop her, then embraced her.
She held unto him tightly as if that were another way for her to vent her frustration for him.
She kept weeping.
'I'm sorry,' he apologized, stroking her lovely oxblood hair tenderly.
'I hate you,' she murmured softly against his chest.
"I know."
' I hate you,' she said again, drifting away, perched between conscious and unconscious.
'Beast,' she drawled softly, so softly that he felt guilty for her hatred of him.
She fell into a peaceful slumber soon afterwards.
He held her for a long while, watching her as she slept.
He laid her carefully on the bed, his knee on either side of her.
He stared down at her sleeping face for a moment, his expression soft and loving.
He lifted his left hands and touched her eyelids.
He traced her facial features, caressing it.
His long fingers lingered on her lips.
He leaned down and kissed her lips quite briefly.
'I'm sorry,' he said. 'Hate me all you want but I'm doing this to protect you Mine.'
He sighed softly as he straightened her hair with his fingers.
He kissed her forehead and stood up from the bed.
He tucked her gently under the covers.
He stared at her again, one long final worried look.
Then he turned and walked away, leaving the room.
...OmaPhinaPhire