Please forgive me if this comes out a little confusing. It's been a while since I read these incredible books, so some of the minor details may be a little backwards. Anyways, here goes nothing. Enjoy!
-Takes place when Victor is in prison. Rose and Dimitri are together-
Forewarning – Beforehand, there IS BDSM in this story. If this offends you any way, do not read.
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Rose
"Oh, you're in trouble now, little girl." Victor said, with a smirk. I frowned in confusion, the hair on my neck rising. I had learned long ago not to underestimate the old man..
"What are you talki-" I heard the footsteps then, and spun, drawing my stake.
"Easy." Dimitri said. I was slightly paranoid at first, knowing that even Victor could use compulsion, "Don't make me disarm you, Roza. It's me."
Things swirled for a moment and I put my palm to my forehead in confusion. I knew it was Victor trying to worm his way into my mind, but that didn't help at all. He definitely wasn't the strongest when it came to compulsion, but he wasn't bad either. I felt him slowly trying to get me to become more hostile…towards Dimitri.
"Dimitri…" I whispered, putting my hand to my forehead. I yelped in shock as he suddenly grabbed me and bent me across his hip,
"What are you doing?!" I gasped in shock, as things became just slightly clearer. I recognized these hands.
"Doing as I promised." He said, "Relax, Roza." He quickly reached into my thigh sheath and removed my other stake.
"Do you have anything, else?" He asked, running his hand up each of my legs, then along my waistband, making sure I didn't have any other weapons. I heard Victor laughing, and things slowly cleared. I let out a small gasp and Dimitri carefully helped me up,
"Are you alright?"
I nodded slowly, putting my hand to my head again, "My head hurts."
He nodded and looked back to Victor with dark eyes, "Don't ever take advantage of her like that again, you worthless fool, or I swear to god I'll make sure you don't live to see tomorrow."
With that, he wrapped an arm around my waist and led me out of the cell-room. I leaned against him and let him take me back to our apartment. Once there, he picked me up and lay me on the bed, easily removing my clothes.
"How's your head?"
"I'm okay." I lied. He swatted the outside of my thigh,
"Don't lie to me, Roza. You're already in enough trouble."
"I'm sorry for going to see him, Dimitri…"
"I don't think you are…" He replied, slowly turning my body and placing me beneath the covers. With a kiss to my head, he leaned back and continued his earlier statement, "Not yet, anyways."
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The next morning I woke up in Dimitri's arms and moaned, curling closer to him. I heard him chuckle as he ran his hand through my hair.
"Feeling better?"
"Yes sir." I whispered. I practically felt him swallow. He liked control…especially in the bedroom. But in that moment, he stayed calm and grasped my hair, pulling back sharply. I gasped and looked up at him,
"Nice try, Roza."
I sighed as he released my hair, "You're gonna spank me, aren't you?" I whispered.
I felt his arm slide down my back and he groped me, kneading the soft skin of my bottom in his hand.
"Yes."
This time, I groaned, sulking. He kissed my temple,
"You disobeyed me, Roza."
"So?" I murmured, digging myself a deeper hole, "I used to do it all the time and you didn't care."
"No. I cared; there was just nothing I could do about it. Now, there is. You seem to respond well to it."
"Because it hurts!"
"It's meant to." He replied, stroking my hair softly. Things fell silent for a moment, and he asked, "What are you thinking?"
"I'm questioning my sanity."
He smiled and kissed me, "I love you, Rosemarie Hathaway."
"I know." I responded, cheekily. I heard him laugh again, as he sat up , pulling pillows behind him so that he could lean against the head board comfortably.
"Come here." He said.
I knew I deserved it; I really did. But, that didn't make it any easier…
"Please…?" I asked, sweetly. He shook his head,
"Next time, I won't be asking, sweetheart."
Slowly I moved to a kneeling position beside him. He was naked but for the sheet covering him. Slowly I pushed it down,
'If I don't get to wear clothes, neither do you." He smiled and pulled me down for another kiss.
"I really hate spankings." I whispered against his mouth, pulling back. I stared down at my fingers as tears that I tried to fight back, welled in my eyes.
"I know." He replied, softly. He tipped my chin up, "Don't hide from me. You have to trust me not to take it father than you can handle, Roza. Do you?"
"W-well yea…" I croaked, "But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt…I won't do it again, Dimitri, I swear."
Dimitri reached forward then and placed his hand over my stomach, "Can you tell me right now, Roza, that you don't feel guilty?"
"I-" Aaand…I couldn't finish. Because, as hard as it was to admit it, he was right. A tear dripped down and landed on his wrist.
"Let go, Roza." He said softly, cupping the side of my neck. "let it go, my little submissive."
The breath whooshed out of me, and I let him slowly coax me into relaxation, until I'd finally released my control to him. I loved that nickname. It made me feel protected, safe…loved. Feminists would think me insane for letting him do this. But, I didn't particularly care. I loved how he cared for me.
Carefully, he led me across his knee. I squirmed into place, and waited for him to proceed. He lay a hand over my bottom.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, sir." I breathed, honestly.
He nodded more to himself than to anyone else and raised his hand. I gasped as the first strike landed. That was the one that always hurt the worst. He quickly began to lay the swats efficiently all across my bottom, and I gripped the comforter tightly in my hands, closing my eyes.
I bit my lip, trying to stay silent. But, as soon as the two minute mark passed, I couldn't help it anymore. I yelped in pain as he moved down to my thighs, and threw a hand back to protect myself. He easily took it into his hand and pulled it up behind me, holding my hand tightly in his. I kicked my feet intermittently as he continued on down my thighs. Tears welled in my eyes and I began to struggle. As he usually did, Dimitri kept an easy hold on me and continued.
"Ow, oh, please Dimitri, stop!"
"Sorry, sweetheart." He said, softly. "We're half way done."
"Noo!" I wailed, kicking my feet more desperately. He continued, then spoke,
"Why am I spanking you, Roza?"
"Because I went and saw Victor alone, after you told me not to!" I screeched, "I'm so-orry!"
"I know." He replied as I began to cry in earnest. How much longer could it go on? The pain became the only thing I could think of and I slowly gave up my fight, going still across his knees as I cried. He stopped in that moment and rubbed my back until I'd calmed down some.
"Are you alright?"
"No." I whispered and he chuckled,
"Come here, Roza." Slowly, he helped me up and cradled me in his lap. This was always the best part. He held me close, kissing any exposed skin he could as he held me. I hated to admit it, but I felt better…Relieved. It was almost like a floating feeling. But then again, that's how I always felt after I'd earned a spanking. It wasn't worth the spanking itself, but it was nice afterwards.
I felt myself become sleepy again and the last thing I heard was Dimitri whisper in my ear,
"Go to sleep, Roza. I've got you."
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I know it was short, I know! I'll write another one soon. I'm sorry it's been so long. I won't make you wait so much this time. Thank you for reading, and stay updated. (;
-RMNicki-
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