(Trigger Warning)

Arlan's Point Of View

My teeth gnashed together violently as I shot her a murderous glare. The green of my eye clouded with a shadowed black color in sheer rage.

I roughly caught Aurora's jaw, jerking it up so forcibly her mandiublar bones could snap. An agonized scream lacerated her throat. Her icy blue irises flood with pained tears.

"What the fuck did you just say!" I demanded aggressively as she screeched in pain and nervously thrashed around.

"I asked something of you!" I growled in a hair-raising tone, squeezing painfully her jaw. She cried out. Any more pressure and her jaw would break. She let out a strangled noise of pain, bawling. "Aurora, where did you get that idea!" I screamed in her face, shaking it.

She was a mess of disheveled hair and splotchy skin. Tears dripped from her terror induced ice blue eyes. I grabbed her throat suddenly, abruptly cutting her airway and her eyes enlarged. She gasped, coughed and clawed but still remained quiet, displeasing me. In the fog of my rage I still knew it was Nate. Who else would it have been? Why won't she just admit it? Why is she still trying to protect him?

How the fuck could Nate tell her that? Nate swore to secrecy upon joining this mafia. In our opening creed, it says any man who utters a syllable outside of our meeting gets a justifiable death. Is he asking to die? I wouldn't mind doing it.

And why wasn't Aurora fucking answering me!

"Not so brave anymore?" I taunted mercilessly, shaking her like a rag doll. "Gonna be a little pussy now? It was Nate, wasn't it. Confirm this," I demanded.

She whimpered.

"I said fucking confirm it!" I backhanded her quickly before grabbing her slim neck again, shaking her, "I have no problem squeezing your neck until you develop permanent breathing problems, breaking your jaw, or both - so tell me, Dove, now. Fucking speak!"

"Yes!" She coughed, voice compromised from a lack of air, eyes squeezed shut. "It was Nate!"

I released her throat and she gasped desperately like a pathetic gold fish on land, wheezing. My head cocked to the left as I observed her.

Great. Just great. If there's one thing I hate, it's Aurora finding any sort of weakness in me.

Fucking Nate. Now I've really got it out for him. He would suffer- greatly, at that. Maybe at this point I should just kill him.

I can't do that. He's all I have left of Jake.

I would damn make sure he suffered, though. For the rest of his life. And maybe that's worse than death.

"Well, I guess Nathaniel has to be punished, too," I announced.

Pure loathing and hatred filled Aurora's eyes as the bore into me. When I matched her with a chilling glare her eyes quickly filled with fear, chills and goosebumps visible on her skin.

I grabbed her wrist, pulling her body up and she whimpered, struggling.

"We're starting your punishment," I turned her body around and as I bent her over.

I was even more so on edge now and needed to punish her. Hard.

Before she fully gripped her bearings of the toilet seat I sent a rough strike to her ass. She trembled forward, gripping the seat hard as her knee hit the seat.

"I w-want my lamb," She whimpered.

"You don't get any favors," I hissed and hitched her ass up higher, bending her more. My hand flew with great power at such a speed that my wrist was a mere blur of skin flying up and down.

"You ungrateful little girl, stupid in so many regards! I'm the real adult here!"

The strikes reined down ruthlessly, the skin slapping sounds echoed loudly like balloons popping. I was in the one in power here, rich or not. I was still her dominant and she my subservient woman.

My hand grew numb as I lost track of the spanks, maybe forty at this point. I saw pure red, I couldn't stop, I was so furious about so many different things.

"And getting this drunk, what are you thinking?"

"I am only eighteen, Arlan," Aurora cried. "I will have wild nights and m-make mistakes. I am testing my limits because I don't them all."

My face burned bright red in peak fury as I smacked harder, maybe reaching fifty five now.

"Well that's one thing you and I see eye to eye with. You absolutely fucking don't know your limits. This is for getting yourself piss drunk."

"This is for not giving me a direct answer."

"This is for ruining the dress."

"This is for getting sick all over me."

"This is for taking me, your home, your new life and my kindness for granted."

"This is for talking about my private life."

"This is for back talking me."

"This is for refusing to tell me who sold you this information."

She was bawling like a baby, legs shaking. I saw red, pure red, only red, my hand was moving like an automatic machine. Spanking, backhanding, striking down. I was panting, breathless. My palm was growing numb and itchy. When I decided it was enough, at sixty two, I sent my hardest, final smack. My palm felt static-y, it was hot, hot, hot, the skin of my hand red and heated. I exhaled heavily and removed my body weight off hers.

Her body collapsed to the floor on all fours with a weak cry. I viewed her reddened bum covered in my hand prints. Her hands went to shield over her bum in protection. The crimson outline of my fingers visible on her ass made my blood rush hot through my veins and straight to my cock. Is there any better sight? She was weak, pained, and drained emotionally and psychologically - all because of me. I was a dead battery before and now I was fully charged up and powerful.

"Tell me, Aurora. What is the phrase I had you repeat the first night we fucked?" I challenged her.

Sniffling, she hiccuped. I knew she remembered. I had, had her repeat it for hours, through whimpers, through tears, through lack of air, through everything - the phrase was tattooed in her mind.

The pain in her body on the bathroom floor seemingly pierced her ability to speak. After some time, though, he was able to contain herself.

"I obey Sir, Sir is above me in all regards," She whispered.

"What was that?" I echoed loudly as she flinched, muscular arms crossing against my broad chest.

The little thing sniffled pathetically. She paused momentarily.

"I obey Sir, Sir is above me in all regards," She clarified just slightly above a whisper.

I chuckled softly.

"Hm. It seems like you had forgotten that for a while. But we're not gonna forget that anymore, are we?"

Her little head shook once.

Satisfied, I sauntered to the shower. I was only giving her the decency of a hot shower because I don't want her muddy legs and puke smell in my luxurious bed.

Bringing the shower water to a steaming temperature, I rid of my sweats and boxers. I took her arm to lift her from the floor and she whimpered. I peeled her underwear and bralette off. The small petals of her nipples stood spiked and cold, goosebumps on her breasts. My eyes raked down her demure, naked body and feasted on her heavy, hanging breasts and shapely waist. With a whimper, she cowered and crossed her arms in an x-shape over her tits. Then, with distain, I viewed her dirty legs covered in mud. She was a filthy girl.

Aurora whimpered as the hot water hit the burns on her stomach, she coiled away with a pouted lip. I quieted her softly with my hand over her mouth and she whimpered into it. I softly caressed my hand over her hair. I scrubbed her skin with delicacy, only so she would not get sick again, lathering her body with a warm sugared vanilla body wash. I was relieved to sharply inhale her delicious scent again. Hot water soon drenched us both and I reveled in my bare, wet skin against hers.

It had been far too many hours without her scent, and I had been on edge, smoking and smoking and smoking. The sugary vanilla was teasing my senses, it was so soft and sweet and feminine, and her skin felt oh so creamy. I groaned, my lust unfiltered.

"I don't know why you'd believe a pussy ass bitch like Nate, but I'm not in debt," I seethed. "I'm the richest man you'll ever come to know! I can buy you any fucking dress you want, Dove. Ten more of them. Twenty more. A hundred more! I could buy another house, another car, another fucking country - because I'm not in fucking debt, and I never. fucking. was!"

***

Third Person Point Of View

Aurora's skull pulsated. An overly dry mouth and scratchy eyes had her wincing from the incoming sunlight, her mind disoriented. She felt disgusted with her physical state, desperately needing a shower.

Aurora managed to quietly slump out of bed and walk bare footed to the bathroom, delicately closing the door. A weak hand turned the bathtub knob and the luxurious shower head sprouted a strong current of steaming water. She stood beneath its relaxing pressure, the water coaxing some stress out of her clenched limbs and the steam aleving some tension in her forehead and temples. After ten minutes, she found herself sliding against the wall of the bath.

Her head found her knees as she curled into herself, simply letting the water hit her. Her hair was long past soaked and her body had some chills from being in for so long. She was so drowsy, still so drained - mentally and physically. Her mind was like a blank TV screen, a soundless void; She was entirely to fragile to deal with anyone today. She craved isolation, to be alone the entire day, to do nothing but just rest in silence.

The door softly pushed open and Arlan took notice of Aurora sitting on the shower floor, completely curled into herself with her head buried in her knees as the shower water hit her. Her head unsuspectingly raised to see him, dressed in his black sweats. He rid of those quickly, eyeing her with lust. A hard on pushed upwards in his boxers and Aurora felt dread. Tears pooled in her eyes. She wanted to be left alone.

"You didn't knock," She mumbled and turned her head away, soft cheek against her knees. She could not muster any energy. "I'm showering."

"You're sitting," Arlan clarified arrogantly in a husky tone. A smirk snaked up his full lips, "All coiled up and small to my mercy, might I add. Like a cock tease."

Her stomach churned and a cruel shiver ran down the bare line of her exposed spine. I want you to die in a fire, she thought. Maybe one day I'll light the flames myself and watch you burn.

He crouched down to her to be eye-level. Even with his body shortened, his height was still staggering over her little body. He domineered her at all times, suffocating her presence. Her face still laid away from him, her neck and back exposed. A tattooed hand yanked a strand of her wet hair to him, eliciting a yelp from her. His breath coated the back of her neck as he seethed words into them.

"I have news," Arlan suddenly announced. "I'm leaving for Russia tomorrow, I'll be gone for two days."

Thank God, Aurora thought, flooded with relief. She was unsure as to why, but didn't care. She wouldn't have to see him for two whole days - it was miraculous.

"That being said, I'm gonna need my marks and hand prints on you to remember me while I'm gone. What do you think I should do?"

She whimpered, attempting to move her head forward. That didn't work, so she gently turned to face his wrath, her glossy blue eyes pleading for mercy.

"I think you should leave me alone," She whimpered. "If you care about me, you'll leave me alone."

He gave her an incredulous look, cocking his head slight of left.

"But I did not get to see your costume yesterday, Dove," He 'reasoned'. "I wanted to enjoy your body, why did sweaty little college teenagers get to see your slutty dress and I didn't? I could've seen you in it, but no. You wrecked it."

"I didn't mean to!" Aurora cried frustratedly, tired of the mind games. "I'm sorry!"-

"Oh yeah? Just like how you didn't mean to poison yourself drunk last night?" He snarled.

He began giving multiple hard love bites, he was so clingy and it felt so invasive and suffocating.

"Enough," Aurora finally whimpered, slightly nudging away. "My neck is hurting."

"What did you say?"

"Stop," she cried. "My neck is hurting."

Alan grunted, looking at her. She was quite entirely covered in hickies, no more space for more, and they were already quite purple, they couldn't go any deeper.

"Please," She shuddered and whimpered, tipping her chin down. She shook her head incredulously. "If you loved me, you'd be gentle with me right now. I don't feel good," She whined.

"Oh, you don't feel good?" He mocked. Then, he tilted her chin up. Watery eyes and trembling soft lips met his cold glare. His rigid, angular face was menacing. "I can make you feel good, Aurora. Really good."

A horrified expression over took her eyes as a sob split from her lips.

"No," She vehemently begged of him. "I admit it, okay, I can't handle your punishments. You are stronger than me and they are too rough on me. I'm too fragile right now. If you have any mercy in you, you won't touch me."

Arlan pridefully grinned at her begging. It was a gripping sight, her feeble pleas- along with her cute little red nose and sultry lips which wobbled f. He had missed this, her subservience. Maybe his mission had been accomplished - breaking her unabashed feistiness.

He tsked.

"Dove, when will you learn just the man I am?" His smoky gaze held an evil glint in their jade complexion. He was purely animalistic. "As much as I love a good beg, I love punishing even more," He snarled.

***

Arlan wrapped Aurora's spent body in a towel and set her on top the toilet where she curled up, closed her eyes. When he reemerged , he was in a velvet suit and tie, combing the side of his beard with his wide tooth comb in the mirror.

"What do you think the girls will be like in Russia, Aurora? Kinky?" He smirked with an amused cackle under his breath.

He glanced down at her from a lack of reaction. She looked as though she were sleeping. Upon cupping her face with a rough hand, her eyes opened. Her blue eyes were liquidy.

"Aww, I get it," Arlan cooed. "I know why you're upset," he whispered.

Aurora's frustration started to peak through her expressions.

"You're going to miss me," He concluded.

Aurora's expressions all but dropped.

"I'm going to miss you too. Don't worry, you can facetime me on the maids Ipad with their supervision. We can even get kinky on the phone," He caressed the curve of her chin with his finger, "wouldn't you like that."

With the tiniest energy she could muster, Aurora shook her head slowly.

"Mm, shy thing," He tsked, smirking at her.

He lowered her towel a bit to comb through her wet strands. Aurora peered up at the strange man through shower damp lashes.

"Arlan," She whispered.

"Hm, babydoll?"

Aurora nibbled her bottom lip gently.

"Is ...Paris your real last name?"

An arrogant cackle left his mouth.

"No," He scoffed, laughing in amusement. "Why do you think I would tell you my real name?"

Her eyes dimmed and lowered. She felt hurt and lead on once again.

"You told me your name was Arlan Paris. Why would you lie."

"Because...wait, why are you asking this?" He gripped her face roughly, smoky eyes flaring with anger.

"N-no reason," Aurora shrugged. Then, she looked at him bitterly. "I'm just curious. Like you said, it doesn't fit your aesthetic."

The two held a heated staring contest for a few moments, Arlan tried to find what she was getting at. He soon dropped it, rolling his jaw.

After combing through Aurora's damp strands and dressing her in a cotton T-shirt of his, he lead her by the small of her back downstairs. Elise was stirring a warm pot of loaded potato and mozzarella soup. The smell would have been comforting if Aurora wasn't numbed to everything.

Arlan stepped away to slip on his dress shoes by the door for work when Aurora slumped into a stool by the kitchen table. Elise turned to face her, resumed in her work attire and hair pulled back. Her face fell into horror seeing Aurora's neck and body entire purple and blue. The poor girl looked tired.

Elise tenatively chewed her bottom lip.

"Can I get you some soup, Aurora?" She inquired quietly.

"Sure," Aurora mumbled, picking at her fingers and staring at them. Her body tensed when Arlan kissed her check.

"Bye, babe, I'm off for work," He mindlessly ran his fingers through her wet hair. "Be a good girl for me today, okay?"

Shivers met Aurora's back and his hands left her hair. He closed the door.

Admittedly, Aurora was a bit shock that Elise was up and at 'em, given how drunk she was. She wondered how Elise was feeling. She looked how she did every other day, nothing like the wild drunk character she was last night.

"How are you?" Aurora asked as Elise poured a generous filling of soup in a bowl.

"I'm alright," Elise politely said, delivering the bowl in front of Aurora.

Aurora picked up the metal spoon and aimlessly fiddled with it, not quite hungry.

"That's good," Aurora said. She couldn't muster much conversation and was sure Elise would understand. "Have you talked to Nate at all?"

Her cheeks blossomed a sharp red against her fair skin. It was much easier to see her blush now that she had not a stitch of makeup on.

"Nathaniel is sleeping," She resumed calling him his full name.

Aurora's head cocked.

"Elise," She spoke. "You can call him Nate. We're all still friends like last night, just because we're back here doesn't make a difference."

"I am afraid to step out of place," Elise quietly admitted. "I can't be that girl I was last night here."

Aurora frowned.

"Come with me," Elise beckoned. "There is a view of the creek by the living room you ought to see while you drink your soup. I'll bring blankets."

Aurora appreciated Elise trying to comfort her and nodded. Carefully palming the soup in her hands, she brought it with her and followed Elise. They snuggled into a comfortable couch and Elise handed her a blanket. They both snuggled into warm comforters as Aurora sipped her soup. The sky looked grey and gloomy, but it was oddly calming to Aurora. She liked that rather than splattered clouds and bright blue, the sky was one singular color, a soothing grey. It calmed her heartbeat as she sipped and watched burbling creek. The weeping willows gently swayed in an Autumn breeze.

"This reminds me of when we swam," Aurora quietly recalled, eyes wistfully watching the window. She recalled the serenity of dog paddling among the lilypads, splashing Elise and giggling. Genuine happiness was evoked from her that day, she felt innocent kicking her feet in the water and taking about playing mermaids.

"Lovely, isn't it?" Elise murmured, chin in her soft palms.

"It's the only good memory I have from here," Aurora confessed. She lay her chin on the window pane. "It's nice to have a taste of freedom."

She lifted a spoon to her lips and enjoyed the rich taste of Elise's soup.

"After last night I can say I agree," Elise admitted softly. "I haven't felt like that...in years. I forgot who I was. I didn't realize I became such a robot."

"Sometimes you are so mature and coddling I forget you are only a year older than me," Aurora replied. "You deserved last night."