“I’m tired of this.” He put down his glass. “Why can’t you just accept that I’m trying to help you?”
“Because I feel like I’m just part of some sick game after last night.” I shook my head back and forth. “I will not be going to bed with you tonight. You won’t have me until I am absolutely certain you’re going to help my father.”
“I really didn’t want to resort to this.” He sighed.
“Resort to what?” I tilted my head to the side.
“Punishing you—and I’m not talking about a cage this time.” His words snapped against his teeth and I saw rage forming on his face. “You’ve left me no choice. I will not be disrespected—questioned—challenged.”
Devlin’s expression grew dark. I saw something inside of him that I hadn’t seen before—a hint of what I was warned about before I ever accepted his invitation. He stood up from the table and closed the distance between us before I had a chance to react. His hand wrapped around my wrist and yanked me out of my chair. He was so much stronger than me—I couldn’t have gotten out of his grip if I tried—and I was too scared to try. He kicked my chair with his foot, sat down, and pulled me across his knee with a quick jerk.
“Now you’re going to get punished—and I’m not going to stop until I’m certain that you’ve learned your fucking lesson.” He growled as his hand grabbed the back of my dress.
“Wait!” I shook my head, but he ignored my plea.
He pulled on the fabric of my dress and then I heard the threads ripping. He didn’t tear it off of me completely, but he ripped enough of it for him to expose my panties. Piece of my dress landed on the floor beside me and then I felt his hand around my panties. They didn’t have enough threads to even put up a semblance of a fight. He ripped them straight off my hips until they were just hanging around his knee. I felt his hand on my ass—and a second later it came down with a stinging smack that echoed through the room.
“Devlin! Ow! It hurts!” I squealed and started to kick my feet as his hand bounced from one side of my ass to the other with quick, vicious slaps.
“That’s another thing—you bad little girl.” His hand squeezed my punished flesh. “I’ve told you to call me Master—you still don’t. That’s the only name I expect to hear from your lips when you address me!”
“Ouch! Master—please! I’m sorry!” I struggled in his grasp and threw a hand back to stop the next stinging slap from landing on my exposed ass.
“Move your hand.” His words were tense, but calmer than the rage I experienced moments before. “You will take your spanking. You’ve earned this punishment.”
“Master…” I whimpered, but I obeyed and removed my hand.
“I’ve resisted the urge to hurt you—because I’ve always cared about you, Violet. You’ve always had a place in my heart. I did the right thing. I followed my father’s orders—I stayed away because you were too fucking young!” His raged started to return.
“I did everything the right way—and even now, when your empire is dust and your family name isn’t worth the dirt on the fucking ground, you still act like I’m not worthy of touching your body.” His hand raised.
“Ow! Master please—I’m sorry!” My mouth opened and a sob echoed from my throat.
“Keeping saying you’re sorry—how about saying thank you? Is that too much for a Cabot to say? Are those words forbidden like the fruit between your legs?” His words came out in a growl. “This precious little cunt wouldn’t be so forbidden if it wasn’t for me. I’ve always protected you—always made sure nobody hurt you. When your prom date bought date rape drugs to put in your drink—I’m the one who made sure he didn’t get a chance to do it!”
“What?” My ass was burning, my thoughts were spinning out of control.
“Did I tell you? Did I soak in the glory and make you get down on your knees with gratitude—no! I stepped up and took you to prom—so you could have a good fucking night. Still you question me—ask if I’m trustworthy—question my fucking motives.” He growled again. “You’ve forced me to hurt you, and it’s been a long time coming—and guess what, princess. I like it.”
I realized in that instant that everything my Master had said since I walked into the Devil’s Manor was the truth. It took the pain to quell my uncertainty—to make me understand Devlin Windsor for the first time in my life. He got off on torment—I could feel his cock throbbing against me each time his hand came down. He had been holding back—and while I thought I was fighting the devil, he was the one fighting to keep the devil locked away. I deserved my punishment. I deserved to be spanked—I deserved more than that.