He grips my shoulder staring into my eyes with only the anger there. He moves me to the table he bent me over when he spanked me. He yanks my underwear down to my thighs and pushes my shoulder so I'm bent over. He holds the cane ready in his hand.
"I'm going to hit you ten times, Ana. Do you understand?" He says like a rehearsed speech.
"Do your worst." I snap back at him. Pain clouding my thoughts and my heart. My inner angel pleads with me what the hell do I think I'm doing here?
I tense myself ready for the first strike. I can't look back at him from my position and then the first hit lands. The whip of the cane through the air an immediate warning, it doesn't warn me of the pain, though, as I cry out. I hear him call out loud.
"One." His voice is flat.
The whip noise signals the second hit and I cry out again. The pain is intense, but I try to fight my tears away. I need to do this, I tell myself.
"Two." His voice seems dull.
The hard solid cane slams back down onto my ass catching both cheeks and I bite down on my lip to stop from crying out again. The combined hits making my ass sting.
"Three." He states simply.
There is another sharp slap of the cane as I keep biting down on my lip harder. I'm almost certain I can taste blood.
"Four." I hear him call.
There is one last hard swipe against both cheeks and I hear the cane hit the floor. I think for a moment he has come to his senses when he walks away and heads over to grab something off the wall rack.
"Five." He says from across the room.
He walks back over casually, slowly and steps up behind me. I have no idea what he picked up.
Then, there is a crack and my ass stings like never before. It's unmistakable from both the noise and the intense pain that he is now using a whip. I don't know how much more of this I can take. He doesn't say six, but I already know I have four more to deal with. How could he do this to me? He knows how painful a whip is and what it can do. He has the scars to prove it.
The whip comes down and I scream out loudly in pain. It snaps hard right across my cheeks. I don't think I will be able to sit down anymore forever. Seven, I cry to myself. My eyes are filling up with tears as I grab hold of the table for any support.
It comes down again. The awful sound of it snapping back is nothing compared to the pain I'm feeling in my rear. Tears are now free falling down my cheeks and onto the table. Eight, my mind numbly tells me. I'm going to have scars on my rear like how he has over his body.
The whip comes down again and I feel like it's splitting my ass open. How can he be enjoying this? Why is he not saying anything? That's nine. Only one more. One more…
But my mind can't take another strike… it will be too much.
I cling to the safeword to stop.
"Red." I cry out loudly.
There is nothing but silence, a quiet calm as I sob into the table. I try to control my breathing for a few seconds. Thank god for the safeword! I feel too numb to move as my heart tries frantically to regain its normal rhythm. What sort of a man would get off on-
Suddenly the whip cracks on my ass for the tenth time.
I go numb with pain and shock for half a second. He hit me after I said the safe word! What the-? That bastard hit me after I said the fucking word! How could he? These are his fucking rules! I did this to please him and he breaks his own rules! Surely he can't be that angry?
I pull my underwear up over my sore rear and spin around ready to tear his head off.
"What the hell..." I start to shout, but my words promptly fall away as my tear-filled gaze lands on him.
His whole posture has changed, he is leaning towards me with his head cocked to one side as if staring at me for the first time, with the long black deadly whip still in his hand as it trail's along the floor. Everything about his body position is terribly wrong. Instinctively I know this is not my Christian. But it is his face that lets me freeze on the spot.
Oh, my god.
His eyes are completely black.
And he is smiling.
He is smiling at me.
It's a dark, dangerous and unsettling smile that sends shivers of panic down my spine. He is grinning at me after he hurt me so badly. And his eyes are completely black like there are no sockets just empty holes that are fixed on me.
What the fuck is standing before me? Where's Christian?
My terrified scream pierces the silence of the apartment.
My legs regain their function and I race past him. I pull at the door and grab the white robe running out of the room and down the stairs. I have to escape because right now, I don't know what this thing in there will do to me.
Where to go? Where the fuck do I go?
The elevator!
I pull the robe on as I sprint for the elevator and hit the button. I hear Christian call out from upstairs.
"Ana! Ana, wait! Where are you going?" He shouts down to me. Shit, he's coming for me!
Not looking back, I hear him coming down the stairs and the elevator doors finally open. I dive inside and hit the button for the parking garage. He jumps the last few steps and lands at the bottom turning to face me as I pull the robe together.
His eyes are the beautiful grey again, and as soon as he steps towards me with hesitation, I can also see in his posture that my Christian is back. Oh, my beautiful Christian…
"Ana, please stop! I'm sorry!" He looks at me lost and frightened, his breathing shaky.
I don't reply, I can't think of anything to say.
"Se soumettre." He calls out to me gently.
Standing in the elevator in my underwear and robe, I hear his words. He may have hurt me badly, but the part in me that loves him can't resist his order. I slowly drop to my knees and slip my hands behind my back and keep my gaze locked onto his grey eyes. His submissive pose. Those eyes of his are the deepest shade of grey. I see him step towards the elevator doors when they shut between us both.
The elevator starts its descent to the parking garage while I kneel there, numb. My connection broken with Christian as I no longer gaze into his eyes. It's only then I realize how painful my rear is to actually sit on and I stand up crying out in pain. I hug myself tightly trying to think, or make sense of any of it. I'm still deep in thought when the elevator doors opening to the underground parking garage pulls me from my deliberation.
I step out and suddenly realize I have no phone, no purse, no clothes apart from the robe and panties I'm wearing. I see my new car sitting there. The keys, however, are back upstairs with him. I can't go back up, I begin to cry again. I'm trapped in his parking garage with no way out.
A car rolls round the corner and moves up towards me, a sharp black looking sports car. The honk pulls me out my thoughts as I look up with tears pouring from my eyes and see Mia sitting in the driver's seat calling me over.
I race around and jump into the passenger seat quickly, screaming out as my ass touches the leather seat.
"Sweetie, what happened?!" She exclaims with concern.
"Please, just take me away from here!" I cry out.
With tears streaming down my face, I barely see Mia pull out and onto the road picking up speed, racing away from that monster up in her own brother's penthouse.
(Now who was prepared for that? The black eyes are true. What has become of Christian and what will happen to Ana now?
It's strange to think two years ago on valentine's day I put the very first chapter of this three part story on here. Right after I right joined. It shocks me to this day how many people have not only enjoyed it but told me how much they like it. It was always going to be a three part story and I wanted to give readers something different than Christian and Ana normal couple. I wanted it wild loaded with possibilities and mystery. Hot passion and intense drama.
I am eternity grateful to all you readers who took a chance on something different and I hope you continue to enjoy my story into part two which is complete and on here too and then part three which I am currently still writing though almost half of it is on this site.
I would like to thank everyone that has followed and favourited this story and also readers that have reviewed it too. I believe a review makes it more personal and allows me to connect with the reader. Gaining an idea in how they are thinking. So thank you.
Also to my incredible friend on this site. I am in daily contact, with she is helping me work through some issues I have had with part three and helped me break my writers block. (Do not fear I am back writing hard on part 3.) She is the greatest friend I could hope to have. (I know you read these so thank you.)
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