Chapter 139: Punishment 3

Braelyn’s POV

(Trigger warning…this crosses to dark romance territory but no rape)

I knew he was watching keenly, even the slightest gasp, shiver or even trembling movement was under his scrutiny, and it made me burn hotter and ache deeper.

My lips trembled as I plunged the vibrator deeper. It didn’t feel like him, nothing could. It only made me realise how much I wanted him, his hands, his body, his dominance, but that was the point. This was punishment. This was him training me to crave, to lose myself in my own submission, to long for a touch I could not have.

I tried. God, I tried. My fingers trembled as they slid over my folds, trying to mimic what his hands had done, to replicate the perfection of his touch…but it was hopeless. No matter how I touch my clit or try to clumsily cup my bosom it doesn’t feel like him

My movements were clumsy and too fast, then too slow. My hips bucked, jerking in frustration, betraying me with every twitch. I could feel the vibrator’s hum against my skin, but it wasn’t him. I made sure my legs were wide for him to watch the spectacle, but my gaze didn’t watch him.

He was hard but it didn’t matter to him as much as tormenting me did. He was clearly affected; this was equally torturous for him. His breathing was rough and the bulge between his legs didn’t lie either.

He still sat there acting unbothered in the armchair, glass of whiskey in hand, watching with that unrelenting gaze that burned into me like fire. Every mistake, every uneven movement, every whimper was captured like his favourite show he could miss a beat.

I closed my eyes for a moment, then pinched my nipple hard, trying to imagine he was the one in me, although it wasn’t possible he could vibrate that way. I needed that. The faint pleasure recoiled in me. I gasped curling my toes moving my entrance against the vibrator acting more desperate by the second

“You’re pathetic, Viper,” he murmured, his voice calm but dark, like a razor sliding across silk. “A clumsy, messy. It must be hard to look at you, trying so hard.” he sneered. I pressed my eyes harder trying to swallow the humiliation.

The words were meant to humiliate, and they did. My face flamed, my chest heaving. I wanted to throw the vibrator across the room, to curl in on myself and hide but part of me wanted to show him everything, to prove he didn’t have absolute control. I could react to any touch.

I shifted, trying to angle my fingers better, and immediately hissed as I pressed too hard. My hips jerked, and I lost control for a moment, gasping, trembling, trying to keep some shred of composure. His eyes followed every inch of me. He didn’t move from his chair. His gaze held me.

Sweat started to drip, and my feet grew weaker. I never imagined a day would come when I would kneel naked before a man in such a humiliating situation.

“You think that’s enough?” he drawled, taking a slow sip of his whiskey, sounding unimpressed. I was tempted to glare but it was better to ignore him. “Do you think your clumsy little fingers can replace me?”

I felt flushed, being both frustrated and humiliated, but more than anything, burning with want. How dare he watch me like this and do nothing? My frustration sharpened the ache in my core, made me press harder and move faster, desperate to get a release even without him touching me.

And yet, it never felt right. I moaned, a loud shameful moan slipped through my lips. My folds grew slicker with my juices spilling out in waves. My free hand fell on your ground scraping the floor as I just let the vibrator take over.

“You’re trembling,” he said again, lazily, like he was commenting on the weather. “You are aching badly. Do you want some help?” he taunted, his gaze darkened.

“Stop acting like my suffering doesn’t thrill you sadist.” I spat at him.

“I will never enjoy your pain, Braelyn, but you don’t seem to be in pain, just aching for what you can’t get “, he drawled.

I gritted my teeth, pressing against myself harder, trying to ignore him, trying to find my own rhythm which I hopelessly failed at

My hips jerked as my release built up. Every inch of me was on display, my every imperfect motion, and he was drinking it like it was a reward. I moved my fingers back in.

The vibrations and my fingers eventually built something. I didn’t know what it was, but I felt it coil in my belly, hot and searing. My body shook, and I let myself imagine it was him one last time. His hands and mouth pressed into mine and claimed me the way I wanted.

My moans broke free again mixed with my humiliation and desire, a need so sharp it almost hurt. Our gaze met as it finally ended

My body convulsed, quaking on the cold floor, my face pressed down to hide the shame as my chest heaved.

When the climax passed, the vibrator was still humming in my hand. Every nerve screamed at me for touch I would not get. Every ache reminded me of my failure and craving, my complete submission to him.

The release spilling through me in ragged waves, I was trembling, knelt on the cold floor, naked and utterly exposed except for the heels that pinched at my feet

My skin glistened, slick with sweat and desire. The pleasure only lasted for a moment before the shame hit me next. I wanted to run away, but I remained stuck, my eyes still staring at him.

Lucian slowly sipped his whiskey at an unhurried pace, his gaze never leaving me. “Come here.” He beckoned, placing the glass on the table.

I slowly stood up, my legs almost gave up but I managed and sluggishly walked towards him. Once I was close enough, his arm circled around my waist, and he sat me across his waist, making sure I felt his bulge against my aching core.

“How did you enjoy watching me suffer?” I managed to say. Lucien pulled off his mask and let me see his face. A perfect mix of cruel perfection

He smirked, he held my chin then pulled me down for a short kiss. I could taste the faint whiskey in his mouth. A muffled moan slipped out as he deliberately rubbed against my entrance he swallowed whole only intensifying the ache

He broke the kiss leaving me more devastated. “You look like a beautiful wreck, Viper .” He drawled still making sure I felt what he wasn’t giving me

“How… does that feel?” he asked softly, almost lazily, like he already knew the answer.

I swallowed, too humiliated to speak. My mouth opened, then closed, and I lowered my gaze further, unable to admit just how twisted thrilled I was, how much I had craved this punishment, how desperate I’d been for him.

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