His chair is knocked back and falls to the ground from the force with which he stands up. I keep my eyes trained on the table, suddenly afraid of the repercussions of what I've done. I feel his hand grasp my upper arm and with undeniable force, I am pulled out of the room. His pace is fast and I'm struggling to keep up.

He makes me climb up multiple flights of stairs, and we go through long winding hallways until we reach a white door with two guards outside. They move to let us pass. There's a series of white doors inside this hallway, and I'm starting to wonder where he's brought me. The door to a room at the end of the hallway is opened and Zyon pulls me in. The room is bare. Plain white, with just a bed in it and has no windows. There's a small door that connects to a bathroom in there. But apart from that, all that exists in the room is a bed, a small desk and a mirror.

I turn around to look at him. His eyes are still golden and full of anger.

He walks towards me, grasps my arms and shakes me back and forth roughly as he says, "

He growls out, and with that he begins slowly pushing me back towards the desk.

A shiver goes through my spine upon hearing his words. An immense amount of anxiety starts building up in my stomach, but the resilient force overpowers my anxiety and I stay rooted in place, as the desk hits my back.

He places both his hands on the sides of my waist, as he says

I open my mouth to scream at him, but he harshly turns me around and forces my down onto the desk. My upper body is sprawled out over the desk, held down by his large and powerful hand on my back. My ass is in the air and I feel him move my skirt up, leaving me in a pair of white lacy undies. I realize what he's about to do and so I yell out,

He says as he brings down his hand on my ass. I yelp out in pain from the sheer force he uses.

He says as he spanks me again. My whole body lurches forward from how hard he brings his hand down.

He spanks me twice more as he says. I'm already counting in my head, as my ass begins to sting. But I refuse to count. I refuse to let him demean me like this.

I regret the words as soon as they're out of my mouth. Knowing Zyon, he'd take my words as a challenge.

With another spank, he grabs the sides of my underwear, pulling it towards the middle of my ass, which transitions my underwear into a thong and essentially leaves my ass bare to him.

If I thought he was using force before this, I was wrong. The force and speed at which he continuously lands spanks to my ass causes tears into my eyes, as my body lurches forward each time. I know my ass is red fifteen spanks in from the way that it stings, but I refuse to count.

He bends down and whispers into my ear.

I have no energy left in my legs at this point, and I'm so glad that the desk is supporting most of my weight, because I know my legs would give out. Zyon is relentless. He doesn't stop. He continues to spank me. My wrists grip the desk beneath me as hard as I can, as I let out breathless groans of pain.

By the time he reaches thirty, I can't feel my ass. Tears are streaming down my face, but I still refuse to count out loud. My legs are bucking underneath me, but I'm held up by the desk.

I whisper out.

He massages my ass cheeks.

"

I take a couple of deep breaths. I know he will do this. I don't know how much of this I can take. I want my wolf to wake up, so I could take the pain. I don't want to submit.

He suddenly stops massaging my ass, and I realise his touch was beginning to soothe the pain a little. All of a sudden, he squeezes.

Then he brings his hand down again. He pauses. I feel him look at me. And I grit out,

I can't see him. But I know he's smug. He brings his hand down repeatedly, as I count "all the way to ten. At ten, he finally stops.

He whispers into my ear. The amount of anger that overtakes me is indescribable, but I have no energy to fight him. I feel him pull down my skirt and remove his hand from my back. I pull myself up but use the desk to support my weight. My legs feel like jelly.

I look at his smug, handsome face. His eyes are still golden. I'm so humiliated, I cant maintain eye contact with him.

He tucks my stray piece of hair that's escaped from my pony-tail behind my ear. He puts my arm around his shoulder and lifts me up, carries me onto the bed and lays me down. I don't say anything to him, just avert my eyes. He lays me down onto my back and then straddles me, interlaces our hands and places them beside my head.

I look up at him. "

He plants a kiss on my lips, gets off me, and walks out of the room. I hit the bed and let out a scream of frustration.