Okay, so I know I already put a warning up in the last chapter but I'll say it one more time just in case: There is spanking in this chapter. There's also a lot of fluff. I hope it isn't too bad.
Please remember that everything here is 100% consensual between Rose and Dimitri. This chapter is pretty special to me, so I hope you enjoy it.
I was feeling a little nervous the next morning. I knew what I had coming, but I spent most of my time trying not to think about it. The fact that Lissa was hungover distracted me enough to take my mind off of things, but she had called Christian to come over and help so that I could have time with Dimitri.
He told me to wear something warm and comfortable, so I wore a pair of leggings and his hoodie. I texted him to let him know I was ready and waited for a few minutes at the front door of my building. I was looking down at my phone before two feet appeared in front of me, and I looked up into Dimitri's eyes. He was gazing down at me so thoroughly that it almost felt like I was challenging him if I stared back, so I broke eye contact and went up on my toes to peck him on the lips. I could tell Dimitri wanted to be strict with me, but he could barely hide his smile. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yep. I'm all healed," I replied.
"I'm glad to hear that. Have you eaten yet?"
"Yes, sir. Are we going to your place?" I asked him, slipping my phone into the pocket of my coat. Dimitri gently placed a hand on my back and started leading us towards the forest. I was overcome with confusion and stepped into his path. "Hold on, you're not spanking me in the woods, are you?"
Dimitri laughed. "No, of course not. I'm taking you to the cabin."
"Oh." Dimitri and I hadn't been in the cabin since our first night together. It had been the same night as the first strigoi attack, but that wasn't what I was thinking of right now. When I thought of the cabin, a million other thoughts ran through my head.
When we were out of sight, Dimitri took my hand and helped me walk through the logs on the ground and the branches that blocked our path. Everything was covered in snow and I had to admire how beautiful the forest looked now that everything was covered in snow. Even in the dark, it looked pretty.
As soon as we stepped onto the front porch, I only realized then that Dimitri had been carrying a bag the whole time. He opened the door and let me go in first. The sight of the messy sheets brought a smile to my face. Nobody ever came here, so they were still rumpled from the last time we had been here.
I took off my coat and hung it up the coat rack near the door before taking Dimitri's coat and hanging it up beside mine. I slipped my boots off, leaving it on the front mat before stepping onto the hardwood floor, hearing it creak slightly beneath my feet.
Dimitri set his bag down and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my torso. He rested his chin on the top of my head as we both stared at the bed. "You're wearing my hoodie again," he noticed, tugging on the material. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, looking up at him.
"Well, you said to wear something comfy. So, I did," I said sweetly. Dimitri chuckled and kissed the spot between my eyebrows. He sat down on the bed, parting his knees slightly.
"Take these off," he said, tugging on my leggings. I did as I was told, feeling a little shy as I removed my pants and my socks in front of him. I had been naked with him quite a few times now, but I always felt a little shy when he was fully dressed. He was watching me too, but his eyes showed nothing more than admiration for my body.
"Sit here," he ordered, patting the spot next to him. I sat down, putting my hands on my knees as he turned to face me. "So, explain to me what happened last night."
Oh god. He was going to make me say everything out loud. Last time, he had mostly lectured me, but this time, he wanted me to explain what I did wrong. I felt like a kid in a principal's office.
"Well...I had a little bit to drink at the party, but I wasn't drunk. I still knew what was going on."
"And does that make it okay for you to drive while you weren't sober?" he asked. I curled in on myself, looking down.
"No..." I cleared my throat before quickly correcting myself. "No, sir. I knew it was dangerous, but I felt like I needed to stop her. It all happened so fast."
"But you're aware that you should have alerted nearby guardians, right? If you had just done that, you could have avoided this whole mess."
"Avery did it too." That comment didn't help at all.
"I don't care about her, I care about you," Dimitri stressed, tilting my head up. "You stole a vehicle and drove under the influence without informing anyone about the situation. You left Eddie worried, you left me worried, and your parents were ready to call up a whole search party for you. On top of that, you were outside of the wards at night with nothing to protect you—and let's not forget that despite the people who have already been arrested, there are still others out there who are looking for you and they won't stop. What you did was beyond dangerous and you could have easily gotten yourself killed."
"I'm sorry," I said guiltily. "It wasn't my intention to worry all of you. I wasn't thinking straight."
"I understand it wasn't your intention, but you acted impulsively. I don't want to control everything you do with your life and I want to trust that you can make the right decisions, but this wasn't one of them. I'm not saying you can't handle danger or that you can't take care of yourself. I'm well aware that you're capable of handling things that come your way, but that doesn't mean it's okay for you to do something as dangerous as you did last night."
I didn't know what to say. Everything he said was right. I already knew that from the start. Even before I had taken off, I knew that what I had been doing was irrational. Now that I knew just how twisted Avery's mind was, I wished I hadn't gone after her alone. I wanted to take back what I did, but I couldn't. All I could do now was take my punishment and move on.
"Look at me, Rose," Dimitri said. I looked him in the eyes, trying to fight the tears that were already starting to brim in my eyes. It wasn't because I was scared of the spanking, but because of the guilt that clouded my mind. He could provide me with relief and I just wanted to get it over with.
"You matter so much to me and I can't handle the thought of losing you again. I promised to protect you. I promised to keep you safe, and if this is what it takes to get that through your head, maybe you'll think twice next time."
"I won't do it again. I promise I won't," I said quietly. I wasn't saying that to stall anything, but rather because I was telling the truth. I didn't want to get into that kind of situation ever again.
"Come here," Dimitri said, patting his left thigh. I stood in front of him, taking a deep breath before I bent over his thigh, resting my upper body on the mattress. He wrapped his left arm around my waist, offering more support while crossing his right leg over both of mine. The position was so intimate yet so different than everything else we did together. It left me feeling so vulnerable and submissive, but I trusted Dimitri and I knew he wouldn't take advantage of that.
I flinched when I felt his hand start to rub my bottom but relaxed a second later. "Your actions were severe and this is going to be harder than the last time I spanked you. Are you ready?" he asked.
I took another deep breath, releasing my control to him and nodding my head. "Yes, sir."
Dimitri tapped his hand a few times to let me know he was about to start before pulling his hand up and bringing it back down. No matter how prepared I was, the first smack always came as a shock to me rather than a painful blow.
Just like the last time, he started with a slower rhythm to get me warmed up. Even his warm-up hurt, but I was able to hold still and keep quiet. The fact that I still had my panties on also made things bearable, but I had a feeling it wasn't going to be on the whole time. We had discussed bare spankings, and since I was more comfortable with Dimitri now, I didn't protest against the idea.
I gripped the comforter in my hands when the smacks got faster, trying to stay as still as possible for him. It was starting to sting now and I was sure my ass was getting pink. Small sounds escaped my throat as the sting got worse, and it wasn't long before I started squirming around on his lap. Dimitri held me firmly though, landing every swat wherever he wanted. He didn't hold much back and it was getting harder and harder for me to hold still.
When his hand moved down to my upper thighs, I started uttering out little words and tightened my fingers on the comforter. The upper thighs were far more sensitive, so everything hurt more in that area. I was still holding back my cries, not wanting to give in to my emotions so easily but desperately needing to. Only a few tears had come out, but I didn't let out the feelings that were starting to pile up in my head. Dimitri always encouraged me to let things out if I needed to, but it was still hard for me to do that when I doubted myself so much. I had to remind myself that it was okay to cry and that it didn't make me weak.
I couldn't stop squirming until the swats suddenly stopped. Dimitri rubbed the skin again, offering me some relief. It seemed like he was checking the skin's condition to make sure I wasn't bruising, and his soothing rubs helped me calm down a little. Although his spankings were harsh, he never bruised me.
"Stand up," he ordered, patting my lower back. I stood slowly, wiping a few tears as I faced him. He brushed some hair away from my wet cheeks. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, sir," I said, sniffling.
"Okay. You're doing well, but we're not done yet. There's something I need you to do." He pointed his finger towards a room behind me. "You see that washroom over there? There's a hairbrush in the drawer on the right. Bring it here."
I obeyed him, feeling his eyes on me as I walked over to the washroom. I opened one of the drawers and found a square-shaped wooden hairbrush inside. It was dense and hard, almost shaped like a paddle when I turned it over. I already knew what Dimitri had planned and I was sure this would hurt. We already talked about using implements before, but this would be my first time having it used on me. I didn't want to waste time, so I quickly walked back over and gave Dimitri the brush.
"Good girl," he said, pulling me in close before he bent me over his lap once again. I expected him to start, but instead, I felt his fingers curling into the top of my panties. I lifted my hips so that he could pull them down, letting them fall to my knees. Dimitri picked up the brush and pressed it against my flaming cheeks. I tensed, shutting my eyes before he started spanking me again.
The smacks were loud which made the brush sound worse than it was, but it still hurt. I realized I should have appreciated him using his hand for the majority of the punishment because the brush felt so much worse. Each hit left a stinging burn behind that only got worse on my bare skin. I couldn't hold still at all and started writhing around on his lap despite his hold on my waist. With his leg crossed over mine, kicking my feet didn't do much either.
When he moved down to my thighs again, I threw a hand back without thinking. Dimitri easily took a hold of my wrist and pinned it against the small of my back. Only a second later, he let go of my wrist and instead slipped his hand in mine, holding it tightly before he resumed. More tears started to come down and I started crying out little protests.
"Why am I spanking you?" he asked me, pausing his actions.
"Because I was stupid," I muttered stubbornly. He sighed and landed another set of harsh swats, making me cry out again. "Oww!"
"You're not stupid, and that's not the answer I was looking for. I'll ask you again; why am I spanking you?" Dimitri repeated sternly. I felt particularly shy when I had to admit my mistakes out loud, but I answered him properly this time.
"Because...I drove under the influence. I didn't tell anyone where I was going and I should have." I paused to let out a sob that I had been holding back and I felt Dimitri's hand squeeze mine. "I put myself in danger and I should have known better. I should have been more responsible. I'm sorry for worrying you, Dimitri. I'm so sorry." I burst into tears, letting go of everything I had been holding back before. All the stress from the night before along with the feelings of anger and guilt started pouring out. It was sudden, and Dimitri probably hadn't expected me to break down so fast since he had paused what he was doing, but I couldn't stop it from happening. All I could do was lie there and cry. I was so emotional.
Dimitri put the brush down and let go of my hand before carefully pulling my panties back up. He let me stand for a moment and I hid my face in my hands, unable to stop the constant sobs.
"I can't stop," I cried. My breathing increased and Dimitri stood, placing his hands on my shoulders to steady me.
"Roza," he said softly, trying to grab my attention.
"I-I don't—I don't know what's wrong with me," I stammered between sobs. "I can't stop crying."
"Roza, hey, listen to me. Nothing is wrong with you, okay? You're just overwhelmed," Dimitri said, pulling my hands away from my face. "Come here, baby."
I accepted his welcome arms and cried into his chest, hugging him as if he was going to disappear at any moment. I thought he would have spanked me more, but he always knew when to stop. He knew that I'd had enough. Right now, all I wanted was to be held. Dimitri was right—I was completely overwhelmed with my emotions. I tended to hold them back more often than I should have and everything was just coming out now.
Dimitri slipped his arms under my legs and carried me effortlessly, cradling me against him as he sat down. I threw one arm around his neck and the other under his shoulder, clinging onto him as he held me close. He kissed my head over and over again, whispering sweet things about how much he loved me and how well I did. His affection comforted me and I slowly started to calm down but stayed quiet in his arms until I could form a coherent sentence.
"Roza?" Dimitri whispered, placing his hand on my cheek. "Are you okay?"
It took me a few seconds to process his question, but I slowly nodded, kissing his chest and curling in his arms. "I'm really sorry."
Dimitri started rubbing my arm in a soothing act of comfort. His voice was so soft now. "All's forgiven, Roza. You took what you had coming and you did well. It's all over now. I love you so much."
"I love you too," I murmured, nuzzling my face into his neck. Based on how tight Dimitri's embrace was, I knew I wasn't the only one who needed a hug. He needed one too. Even though he took on the role of a dom, he craved the same love and comfort as me. Whatever our roles were, taking care of each other was always a two-way thing. While he let me know that I was still loved and cherished, the best thing I could do was return the favour and reassure him that I was okay.
After a whole half-hour of kisses, cuddles, and tender words, Dimitri carefully let me stand and kept his hand on my arm as he led me to the little kitchen. He opened the fridge, pulling out a jug of cold water. I was surprised to see that the fridge was still running since people rarely came here, but there was still some food inside that I assumed hadn't expired yet. Maybe it was put there on purpose in case guardians ever had to come here for shifts.
Dimitri poured the water into a glass and handed it to me which I took gratefully. I gulped it down quickly and he laughed, pouring me some more. All the earlier crying had left me feeling a little empty and weak, so it felt nice to refresh myself.
"I brought something else for you," Dimitri said. I watched him curiously as he walked over to the front and pulled something out of his bag. He brought it over to me and I recognized it to be a blood bag.
"Oh god, thank you," I gasped, taking the bag from his hand. Dimitri leaned back against the counter, rubbing my back as I devoured my snack.
"I figured you'd need it," he said. I drained the whole thing within just a few minutes and put the empty bag down. Dimitri took my hand again, tugging me towards the bathroom. "Are you up for taking a shower?"
"That thing still works?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. Dimitri chuckled and pulled me into the washroom, closing the door behind us.
"This place isn't abandoned. Although it's rare, the school keep this place maintained in case people need to guard up here." He pulled his sweater off of me as he spoke, lifting it over my head and placing it on the counter. I slid my panties off as Dimitri undressed beside me, leaving his clothes in a pile. I looked around, realizing there weren't any bottles of soap or hair products.
"Wait here," Dimitri said, leaving the washroom. I heard him grabbing something before he came back with body wash, shampoo, and conditioner. He must have brought everything in his bag. They were men's products, but it wouldn't hurt to use them on myself.
Dimitri went into the cubicle first, turning on the water to test out the temperature. Once he was satisfied, he pulled me inside, closing the glass door. The water was warm and it felt good on my skin, but it wasn't very pleasant on my sore bottom. The skin there was so sensitive.
My hair soaked fast under the water and I felt its weight drop towards my lower back. Dimitri switched places with me and I took a step back, watching him close his eyes and run his hands through his wet hair. His muscles flexed with the movements of his arms and I couldn't help myself as I bit my lip and skimmed my eyes over his naked body. I quickly looked away when he opened his eyes, but his smile told me I had been caught.
"Turn around," he said, grabbing his shampoo bottle. I did as he asked and faced the tiled wall in front of me. "Head back," he added, gently tugging on my hair. I kept my head tilted back before I felt his fingers weave through my scalp, spreading his shampoo. I closed my eyes and moaned as he massaged my head with his fingers, making circular motions and applying the perfect amount of pressure. I usually did this to myself when I washed my hair, but nothing could compare to how good it felt when Dimitri did it. I had never been so taken care of in my life, but I loved it. I was fine with making my own decisions and taking care of myself too, but sometimes, I wanted to let the responsibility go and have someone else be in charge. Right now, I was more than happy to let Dimitri take over for me.
The rest of our shower consisted of washing ourselves while the last few minutes involved soft kisses in each other's arms. We were both left feeling happy and relaxed as we stepped out to dry ourselves, and I took a moment to look at my reddened backside in the mirror. I had a strange urge to rub the skin, but I left it for Dimitri instead. He wrapped his arms around me, sneaking his hands down to cup my ass possessively. I winced, pressing myself against him and he let me go with a chuckle, turning me around to face the mirror. He opened the drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lotion.
"I don't think I need that," I said, eyeing the bottle dubiously.
"Trust me, you need it," he replied, squirting some lotion on his fingers. I placed my hands on the counter and tried not to move as he rubbed the cold substance all over my butt as well as my upper thighs. It hurt at first, but it was more beneficial than anything and it helped soothe the sting. When Dimitri was done, he put the lotion away and wrapped an arm around my waist. He kissed my cheek as he led me out towards the front and pulled a pile of clothes out of his bag. The second I saw a pair of red panties, I snatched them out.
"Why do you have my underwear?" I asked.
"Because you left them in my room," he answered. I froze, blushing when I took in his words.
"Oh. Oops," I said, pulling them on and being careful not to irritate my bottom. Dimitri handed me a clean T-shirt of his and I slipped it on, bringing the top to my nose to inhale his scent. After he put on a pair of sweatpants, we walked into the kitchen where I poured myself another glass of water. I poured one for Dimitri too and I could tell he was thirsty based on how fast he was drinking.
"Do you want to make something?" he asked, putting his glass down.
"I'd love to, but I don't think there's much here," I said, opening the fridge to see what was inside. Dimitri pulled something out of the plastic drawers, reading the package.
"Cookie dough," he said in amusement. "Doesn't expire for another few months." He closed the fridge and opened up the freezer on top, pulling out a large square box with a picture of a pizza.
"Cookies and pizza?" It had to be the most unhealthy meal we could eat together. "Let's do it."
We threw the pizza in the oven and formed cookies while we waited for it to bake. I would have never imagined doing something so simple and relaxing with Dimitri, but it felt nice. I wished we could have more moments like this where we didn't have to worry about anything else.
I washed my hands afterwards and fished through Dimitri's bag to find his laptop and charger. I figured we were going to sleep her. I brought his laptop to the counter, opening it up. "Log in, Comrade. I want to watch something."
Dimitri washed his hands before typing in his password and turning the laptop screen towards me. "Choose whatever you want, Milaya."
I smiled, taking the laptop and placing it on the little table near the kitchen. I checked his Netflix account and laughed when I saw the recent cowboy movies he had been watching. Typical Dimitri.
He took out the pizza and the smell made my stomach growl. I hopped over as he put the cookies in, changing the oven's temperature. "Are you hungry?" he asked, taking plates out from the cabinet.
"I'm starving," I answered, watching him cut the pizza into slices. He gave me a few slices, handing me my plate.
"It's hot, so you might want to wait—"
I shoved one of the slices into my mouth, not even caring that it was still blistering hot. He started laughing at my eagerness. "What?" I asked with a mouthful. "A girl's gotta eat."
Dimitri pinched my cheek as his bare chest brushed against me. "You're so cute."
I blushed, chewing my food with a smile on my face. He sat down at the table, patting his thigh and encouraging me to sit down. I was a little hesitant, but it was better than sitting on the wooden chairs. I slowly lowered myself onto his lap and he wrapped an arm around my waist as we looked for something to watch. We found something that we both liked as we waited for the cookies to bake, and when they were ready, it didn't take us long to demolish them. It was an unhealthy combination and we would probably need to go to the gym to burn off all the calories, but it was worth it.
There was a small snow storm going on outside, so Dimitri got a fire going to keep us warm. Eventually, we stopped watching movies and simply held each other, talking away. I even opened up a bit more about my time in the brothel and he listened to every word, letting me know that he was there for me. It felt good to get things out and to have him listen to me so attentively.
We made love afterwards, cherishing each other with the highest degrees of affection before cuddling up under the covers and going to sleep. Even with the intimidating winds outside, nothing felt better than snuggling up in Dimitri's arms and being completely engulfed with love and warmth.
What did you think? I was pretty anxious to post this chapter and I'd love to hear your thoughts :)
I hope it wasn't too much. I know it was a little harsh, but I thought it was needed and I tried to make up for it with all the cuddles and fluff. Thank you for reading and feel free to let me know what you thought!
Stay safe x