The bodyguard 3/ ?

Camelia's pov

The phone rang downstairs. I ran down the stairs to the kitchen. Riddick was there first and he picked up the phone, smiling at me.

He didn't say anything, just stared at me.

"Who's asking? Ben?" he finally inquired into the mouthpiece.

I reached out my hand to take the receiver, but Riddick waved my hand away.

"No, she can't." He was using his harsh voice that would have sounded sexy if he was not destroying my social life.
There was a slight pause. "Actually, she's grounded."

"You asshole, give me that!", I howled, lunging at him and trying to take the phone away.

Riddick grabbed my hand and twisted it. I muffled a cry and fell on one knee. He had twisted my arm against my back. When I tried to stand up, he applied some pressure and I stopped fighting him. It felt like my wrist and my shoulder were going to crack.

"She won't see you again. Stop calling", Riddick stated before hanging up the phone.

He released me. I stood up and I massaged my injured wrist and shoulder. He looked pissed at me. I couldn't believe it. He was the one being an asshole.

"Have you forgot the rules already?" he asked in a warning tone.

"What the fuck'r you talking about?" I snapped.

"Rule number 3."

"What?"

"What's rule number 3?", he asked crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest.

"Don't be an asshole?" I quipped.

Riddick's pov

The little brat had just crossed the line. I grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and I pulled her roughly to me. I lifted her so that her face was an inch from mine.

"You do not talk to me like that. Nobody talks to me like that."

I saw she had blanched. Good.( I swear if she had kept that petulant face I would have smashed her face into the wall.) Instead I shook her like a mother lion would have her baby. I could smell her fear now.

"What's rule number three?", I asked in an acid tone.

"No swearing", she replied right away.

Her tone had lost all the previous petulance. Maybe she was not a lost case. But I had to make my point. Again.

"What are you doing with Miss Keller?", an unhappy voice said.

I turned my head to see the maid looking at me with a dark expression. Had I lost my ability to scare people?

"None of your business", I barked.

"I believe it is."

I growled. Unbelievable. I looked back at the kid. She looked uneasy. I felt she apprehended my actions towards the maid.

"I have a matter at hand."

"I guess so", the maid said looking at my hand which was holding the kid.

"Someone has to knock some sense into her."

"I believe so."

I felt the kid tense. She looked at the maid with a mixture of surprise and betrayal.

"Good", I said.

"But she needs reassurance too."

I stared at the little woman. No doubt she knew what the kid had coming. I cocked an eyebrow.

"No punishment without love", the Asian maid added.

I felt the kid tense again. I looked at her. She looked mortified. It made me smile.

"Do I look like the cuddly type?"

"You look just fine to me", the woman said before leaving the kitchen.

"Seems like you've already got a guardian angel", I said sarcastically

The kid mumbled something inaudible. I believed it broke the third rule again.

"What was that?"

"Get it over with it", she snapped.

"Don't be so hasty. I like to take my time. It increases the effect."

I had to say that I was no longer pissed. The maid had succeeded in calming me down. No punishment without love… what a funny thought. Funny woman. But I still had to deal with the kid though. I had to make her understand Richard B. Riddick was not someone you screwed with. She had to understand that I was the new ruthless God of her universe now. If she wanted to survive she would have to submit to my authority. I wanted her to survive anyway. God, she was becoming my sweet spot. Unnerving.

Camelia's pov.

Riddick seemed more relaxed. But I realized too soon for my taste that he had not forgotten about my breaking of the rule. He was just a tyrant. The way he smiled at my despair. He finally let go of me. I almost stumbled to my feet. He steadied me with a powerful hand on my arm.

He leaned on me and whispered in a cold tone. "Go up to your room and get ready."

I swallowed loudly and turned around to flee up the stairs. I entered my room and went to sit on my bed. What was I supposed to get ready for? What he going to sp… me again? My face went red. It was so embarrassing. And why Mia talked about punishment and love. That was
so humiliating. Riddick enjoyed it of course. He was just a sadistic bast…

"You didn't read me this time…"

I gave a start. Riddick was leaning on the wall next to my door. I hadn't even heard him coming. He had his arms crossed over his chest. He looked so manly. That annoyed me. I despised myself for being so impressed by him

"Were you afraid to see what was coming?"

I didn't know what to answer to that. I didn't even know why I didn't use my ability. Maybe I was afraid he felt me inside his head. Maybe he was right; I had no desire to see him spanking me. My face went red again. I hung my head. I didn't want to see him smiling at me.

"Read me."

I shook my head. The following instant, he was on me his strong hands on my shoulders.
"Read me", he repeated more strongly.

I let my mind enter his. The images he showed me were ugly and violent. I saw a woman dying on the pavement of a dirty street from an overdose. I saw another woman being raped and beaten to death by three men. I shut my mind off.
"Is that what you want to end like?"

I shook my head silently. He let go of my shoulders

"Life's simple for you. You don't go out with those punk kids, you don't take any illegal substances and you follow my rules. Is that clear?"

"Yes", I replied.

"Now as for your bad language" he said standing me up by the arm. "you'll get what you asked for."

He put something under my nose: a chili.

"Open your mouth."

I tried to draw back but he caught the scruff of my neck and squeezed. It was not too hard but it meant business. I slowly opened my mouth.

"Bite."

"Do I have to bark too?"

Riddick's pov.

She really had a death wish. Before I knew what happened my body reacted to her impudence. I had her over my knee, head down on her duvet, butt up in the air.

Bark, no, but sing, for sure! I thought while my hand did the talking. (She soon enough wriggled with muffled shouts. This is strained.)

"I can't hear you barking, maybe you need more", I said provoking her on purpose.

She wanted to play tough, let her have what she asked for.

"Stop", she shouted, her head snapping up from the duvet.

"You're in no position to give orders", I replied spanking methodically

My hand started to tickle. I imagined her butt was burning.

"Please?" she tried, desperation clear in her voice.

"Are you going to be a nice little girl?" I asked.

"Yes", she whined.

I smiled. She reminded of me with her cocky attitude. Too bad for her I wasn't going to put up with it. I lifted her up. Her eyes were red. She wiped her face with the back of her sleeve.

"Open", I said holding the pimento to her mouth.

She obeyed and bit on it. She grimaced.

Camelia's pov.

It was horrible. I was going to lose my tongue and my mouth too. It burned so much. My eyes went wet and my nose stung too. Riddick was staring at me. He was not smiling though. But he must have enjoyed my distress. Uncle M. said people were after me. They couldn't be worse than him. After an eternity, Riddick allowed me to spit out the chili. I went to the bathroom to wash the heat from my mouth. I also rubbed my butt. He was just a bully and a pervert. Mummy Riddick must have spanked her naughty boy too often! I swore one day I would have my revenge.

To be continued…