EroticReverie

Audrey Lorelei Adams

I didn't want to sleep in a strangers bed. Especially after stranger talked of killing me, and just embarrassed me, calling me a whore as he made me spread myself for him. Maybe made is the wrong word. He strongly demanded and part of me knew if I'd denied him, he probably wouldn't have made me do it. 

I slipped my hoodie over myself and picked up my bra and panties, along with my pants, and followed Maksim up to his room. 

I wasn't sure how much of a choice I had in the matter of being here. Like he'd told me, if I ran, he'd find me. But why the fuck did he want me here if I didn't know anything. Was I really going to be kept here a prisoner justs because he wanted to fuck me? 

I saw the way he looked at me, at my body. Saw the way he seemed to get pissed off when he found my heart shaped patch of dyed pubic hair. Pissed off in that way men get when they can't stand how hot you make them. A small victory to this bat shit crazy day. 

He'd kept my mind off the fact I'd seen three men die today. By HIS hand. As I stand in his room he walks over to his dressing table and sets down his cell phone, then another, and another. Who the hell needed three cell phones? 

I lift one hand , crossing my arm over my torso and grabbing onto my other arm. I was still terrified to touch anything. 

"Why is your room so dark?" I ask and he turns as he pulls his shirt up out of his pants and my eyes flick down to the small show of skin and then he starts to unbutton it from the top. 

"You think I should remodel? Add some pastels...some rainbows?" he asks and I narrow my eyes. But I was surprised he had at least a little sense of humor, even if he was trying to be a dick. 

I roll my eyes. "No I just-"

"Did you just roll your eyes at me, again?" he asks and I blink and my mouth freezes.

"What? No." I say and then think about it and realize I did. 

"Okay, yes. But, this whole eye rolling thing really isn't fair, it's an automatic response, kind of like breathing, it just happens" I say and he finishes unbuttoning his shirt.

He pulls it off and I inhale deeply, my breath hitching at the sight of him. His body is perfect and looks hard as hell, and my mouth waters at the happy trail of hair leading to his pants and the slight indents on his hips, creating the blasted vicious v that makes any girl weak. 

He unbuckles his belt and his eyes are on me when I look up and I just stare at him. What were we talking about? I'd lost my train of thought. 

The belt slithers from the loops and I watch him run the length through one hand and then slowly fold it in half. I wait for him to set it on the dressing table , but instead he walks forward and I realize that I'm fucked. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-"

"shhhhhhhh" he hushes me and lifts a hand to my face, placing his pointer against my lips. 

"You will un learn the habit." he says to me. 

I nod once. A small smile plays at his lips. 

"Take your hoodie off, and bend over my bed." he says and I tremble. 

"Are you...are you going to hit me with that?" I ask as my eyes lower to the belt and back up to him and he grins. 

"Yes." he answers and I whimper.

"Take off the hoodie Lavender"he whispers and I shiver at the deep low tone of his voice and my toes curl as I again lift my hoodie off and toss it on his bed behind me. 

"Turn around and put your hands on the bed." he says and I look at him and then look away as I turn slowly and then bend over slightly and put my hands on the bed.

I feel his expensive shoes kick gently at my feet, directing them to spread out a little and I follow the silent command. 

"Mmmm" he groans low in his throat and I gasp as I feel the leather of his belt skim my skin. Up over my ass and up my back. His hand brushes my hair to the side and lets it fall forward over my shoulder. My breath shakes with each inhale and exhale, my heart pounds in my chest and I bite my lip to keep myself from begging him not to do it. 

"So fucking beautiful" he says and I almost dont hear it, and I think he's talking to himself as he runs his hand back down my spine and then over my ass and he grabs one of my cheeks gently. 

I was currently naked, bent over a murderers bed. But he had saved me from getting raped didnt he? He punished those men for hurting me. Yet here he was , ready to do it himself, and making me do lewd things in his kitchen and bedroom. Part of me, wanted to give him what he wanted, part of me needed him to want me after what he'd done for me. I knew I was a fucking fool , because the fact he'd considered and could still be considering killing me, should outweigh the fact he killed three men for touching me violently and against my will. 

Was this against my will, because I felt required to show him what he wanted, and do what he wanted? No. Because for some reason , even though I hated him for swooping in with his goons and ruining my life, he somehow made me feel safe while also feeling as if I was in danger. It was a mind fuck and something about him made me so mindlessly horny that I was presenting myself to him however he wanted. 

"You're going to count them Audrey." he says and I lick my lips as I look forward, the back of my head to him. 

I nod once. 

"Okay." I say quietly. 

"Yes Maksim, or yes sir." he says.

I nod again.

"Yes Maksim." I say and he growls slightly and I feel the belt drag up and down my back against and tease at my ass. 

"You will count them out after each one, and you will thank me by name or by sir when I am done." he says. 

"Yes sir." I say. 

I can hear the pleased grin on his face as he speaks.

"Very good Lavender. You learn quick." he says and then without warning I hear the belt cut the air and then crack against my ass. 

I scream and fall forward, my feet slipping from the floor. Tears prick my eyes immediately. That fucking hurt. 

"Get up." he growls and I whimper as my ass stings and I push up , back to bracing myself on my hands. 

"COUNT" he growls. 

"One!" I whimper, terrified, wanting to ask how many he's going to give. 

The second time he whips me with his belt , the same thing happens. The pain sears over my ass, and hurts so bad that it shocks me into falling forward. 

Without being told , I quickly push back up. 

"Two" I whimper as a tear streaks down my cheek and I wince, bracing for the third. 

I jump when his hand touches me, but I shake and tremble with relief when it's gentle, and he rubs the spots the belt hit me. 

"Have you even been spanked with a belt before Audrey?" he asks. 

I shake my head. 

"No sir." I add. 

"How many more can you take?" he asks as his hand grazes my ass softly. 

"I don't know." I whimper. 

"It hurts." I add. 

"On a scale of one to ten?" he asks. 

"Ten." I say and he chuckles. 

"That's not a ten Audrey, you're barely screaming. Think again, and give me a number. Imagine all the worse things I could be doing to you right now, and give me a real number." he says. 

I whimper. 

"S-six?" I ask and he hums. 

"Are you asking or telling?" he asks. 

"Telling." I reply. 

"I'm going to give you five more." he says. I immediately whimper and whine. 

"You can handle it Audrey." he says. 

"If you can't, then you better learn how to stop rolling those eyes. Understand?" he asks. 

I nod. 

"Y-yes sir" I answer. 

Three.

Four.

He pauses as I cry. 

"One to ten." he says. 

"Six" I say shaking and he groans. 

I can't tell if he's pleased or upset that my number isn't higher. But all I keep thinking is, this man has probably tortured people in some pretty fucked up ways, and belt is probably the least fucked up thing he can think of, and I should be grateful he's not scooping my eyes out with a spoon or something. 

I jump and hiss as the belt connects to my ass. 

"Five" I say through gritted teeth. 

Six. 

"Last one." he says as he rubs my ass and I nod. 

I whimper and brace myself , and the last one comes, stinging me still, but is far gentler than the others he gave. Pretty sure he did that backwards. Pretty sure you're supposed to start off slow, warm up to the searing whip he gave me as my first. 

"Seven" I hiss and fall forward, somehow physically exhausted from just those seven lashings of his belt. 

My ass feels like it's on fire all over.

"thank you Maksim." I say quietly as I clutch the sheets and just lay bent over his bed, my toes to the floor. 

His phone rings making me startle and I push up as he's walking shirtless over to the dressing table and picking up his phone. 

He doesnt even answer it with a hello, the person on the other end just starts talking. 

I turn to sit and then jump right back up as the fabric irritates my freshly beaten ass. I whimper and stand and walk over to the mirror on the other side of the room, and I can see him behind me watching me as I turn and spin with my backside to the mirror and look over my shoulder. 

My jaw drops at the bright red welts, the thick red lines that decorate my ass and just below it. One part of my ass seeming to already be forming a sort of dark red purplish bruise. My eyes flick up in the mirror to him across the room, and he's looking at my ass too, a small smile on his face. 

I turn my head and look at him. I scowl when his eyes find mine. He just keeps smiling and then turns and grabs his shirt. 

"E.T.A of 25 minutes." he says and hands up the phone. 

I just look at him as he slips his arms back into his shirt and starts to rebutton it. He's clearly about to go somewhere. 

"Where are you going?" I ask and he pauses buttoning his shirt and cocks a brow. 

I sigh. "You can't expect me not to ask questions" I say. 

"business." he says and I look to my clothes. 

"am I supposed to...am I coming with you?" I ask and he laughs, but then tilts his head. 

"Actually." he says. 

"Yes." he answers. 

"Get dressed." 

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About thirty minutes laters we are at a club downtown, music is blaring, and I'm clearly not in the proper dress, because all the men are well dressed, and all the women are dancing in slinky dresses and high heels. 

I feel Maksim grip my arm and pull me in front of him. It's not rough, but I snatch my arm from him anyways as I glare at him over my shoulder. 

He's the one to roll his eyes now and I don't know what makes me say it, but I can't help it. 

"Watch yourself Maksim. Better break that habit or I'll have YOU bent over the bed and calling me Miss Adams while I-"

He stops me and spins me around and crushes my to him. I place my hands at his chest as I crane my neck to look up at him. 

He leans down, and I can tell people in the club are watching as he brings his mouth to my ear to scold me. 

"Don't get cute Audrey. Or I'll get a lot more rough with you than a fucking six. Got it?" he growls and then draws away from me and without even waiting for me to respond, grabs my arm again and spins me back around and brings me to the back of the club. 

We pass a set of guards at the doors who eye me curiously and then look to Maksim and nod, opening the door for us to walk through and then the music severely drops when the doors are shut. 

We walk down a short hall to another set of doors, where two more men stand guard. Jesus, what the hell is this place Fort Knox ? 

They as well open up the doors. I don't ask questions as I walk down a set of steps, and turn to go down another and surprise surprise, there are more men standing guard outside of another door. 

When we walk in I flinch at the sight of a man tied to a chair, his head limp and to the side and groaning as a group of men stand in front of him or beside him, weapons of different types in hand. 

I feel like I'm going to throw up, when I realize that the man in front of me with his back to me. Is Jonathan. My boyfriend. Ex. The guy who got me kidnapped because of some bullshit he did.  But seeing him like that. I break into a run across the room and push in front of one of the guys and they let me to him. 

"Jon!" I cry as I sink to my knees in front of him.