summary: you were lonely and wanted attention, so he decided to give you some.
a/n: this is my first fic i’m posting on here! also, this takes place at outpost three! enjoy:)
warnings: smut, spanking w/objects, language, slapping, fingering, crying, orgasm denial, bratty reader. pretty much just pure filth lmao.
You knew that he loved you. Never doubted it. Sure, you were human. You had insecurities, but for the most part, there wasn’t ever a time where you hadn’t felt loved by him. He made this a priority, one that he considered a moral code, almost. It had been like that since the beginning. What had once been an innocent friendship, quickly blossomed into something much more intense. You were his best friend, his lover. That one person he could lean on, count on for anything he would ever need, and it went both ways. You stood by his side through all stages of his life. His very short lived childhood, Hawthorne, the cooperative. You followed him through it all.
He was loyal to you, grateful, and he made sure that you knew that. He made his love known, sometimes to the point where it was overwhelming. However, all relationships, in one way or another, have their ups and downs. You two definitely did, and when you fought, all hell fire broke loose across the face of the Earth. It never lasted for long, because you just couldn’t stay mad at him. There were times in your life where you had found it difficult being with him, mostly because how quickly his behavior had changed. He’d grown colder. Not to you, but his personality. You adapted to it though, all because you loved him, and there was no you without him.
You respected him and he knew that. You answered to him. Damn near let him control your every move. That’s one of the things he loved most about you, was just how devoted you were to him. He wouldn’t have been with you otherwise. However, you were not his prisoner, nor did he simply think of you as a toy for his own amusement, but they were roles that both of you had slipped into over the years. It was just how it came to be. If you were out of line, he’d tell you, and if need be, he’d punish you for it. You were your own person, you had your own freedom. He knew this and respected it, only because he cared about you so. Still, despite that love, Michael was still Michael.
You answered to him and only him. He made sure you knew that. You spoke to him only with respect. God forbid you ever mouth off to him. In truth, there were times were he could scare you. He was the antichrist, after all. Being with Michael could be complicated, but you loved it. You loved every second of it, of his presence, the good and the bad. You just loved him, so whatever you saw from him didn’t matter.
But, lately it hadn’t been that way. Here you were, in the library of outpost three with your nose buried in a book. You weren’t even sure of the words you were reading, and tried keeping your mind occupied on other things. You tried not to let it bother you, the fact that Michael was so busy, because he really was. You could feel the stress and tension from his body when he slept beside you, so you really tried to not let his absence hurt your feelings. But, it had been almost two weeks since you two had a deep conversation, or a night of mind blowing sex.
Of course, he pleased you every time, but it seemed like he had other things on his mind. Interviews, the end of the world, etc. You knew this was his internal makeup, but damn it you missed him. It made you feel guilty, because he was still right along side you, but he was just so busy with work. You missed having his attention, missed when he maneuvered his hands across your body like art. And you knew this was a phase, because he sometimes had been this way before when he ran the cooperative, it just seemed to affect you more this time. Perhaps the world being blown to pieces had something to do with that.
Perhaps “blown off” was a bit dramatic, but that’s what it seemed like he had been doing with you, so there was a part of you that was almost pissed off at him. That never tended to go over well. But, you were desperate for his attention, for something, so you intended on getting it. Maybe this made you irrational, but you loved when he treated you that way. You could hear the trample of heels and shoes as the members of the outpost made their way to dinner. Michael started attending those, just solely so he could keep his eye on Venable.
Most of your conversations included him bitching about her and the power that she thought she held over him, and at first, it was funny. You were tired of it now. You made your way into the dining hall, giving everyone a small nod as you scanned your eyes for him.
“Hello, darling.” You jumped at the lips against your ear, but relaxed at the warm hand he placed against your back. You smiled, cocking your head to the side. “Hey.”
He began leading the two of you to your seats, always being seated at the head of the table. “I don’t think Ms. Venable will be in a good mood today.” You could hear the smile in his words. “I’m excited to say we may get a theatrical show with our meal.”
There he went again, babbling off about Venable. This was how it went every single day, every single interaction with him. You offered no more than a simple, dry hum in response, clenching your hand when he didn’t even notice your lack of enthusiasm.
“Good evening, Mr. Langdon.” Your eyes darted to Coco, immediately rolling your eyes at her flirtatious behavior toward your husband.
He offered back pleasantries, and you tried your best to drown them out. He helped you down into your seat, taking his own beside you. He patted your hand before letting go, and you but your cheek as your angry kept boiling. You felt like a forgotten child, at least being treated like one. Everyone there treated Michael like royalty. You? Different story. Of course, he made sure that you were treated with respect and nothing short of, but you imagined it was your own fault for the treatment you got. You hardly spoke to anyone there, simply following his side like an obedient puppy.
Michael didn’t like you mixing with work. He’d always kept you in the loop, and he always told you everything, but he didn’t like you to get your hands dirty. It was his business and he’d take care of it, so you found it best to remain quiet. Today you wouldn’t be. Everyone’s eyes darted to the sound of the tall gingers cane against the floor, and Michael stood to greet her. “Good evening, Ms. Venable. I trust your well this evening?”
You grew more agitated by the second, at him. You crossed your arms in a pout, one leg over the other as your lips turned into a scowl. “Very well, Mr. Langdon.” Venable did not offer a smile, and sat herself down in her seat. “May I ask how your interviews are going? You’ve been here for almost three weeks.”
Three very boring weeks, indeed. You turned to look at his face, because you were curious to her question, too.
“Very well, thank you.” He nodded. “I’m taking my time. I think being thorough with my selections is just as important as selecting them.”
You rolled your eyes at that. “Sweet ass time.” You muttered under your breath. He didn’t hear you. Of course, he didn’t.
You wanted his attention, but wasn’t sure how to get it. He was so dead set on his priorities, and it made you feel like you were no longer one. You knew it was stupid, but you had needs. Maybe you were overreacting. Maybe you just needed to try harder to get his attention, after all, we was extremely busy. You understood this. Tucking a hair behind your ear, you sat up from your slouched position.
“Michael?” You lightly smiled, a whisper coming out between your lips as you leaned in.
“Forgive me for being rude,” Venable continued. “I just find it..odd how long you’ve stayed with us. I do admit I like to keep things organized around here, so having you two has posed somewhat of a challenge to me, indeed.”
He smiled. Good, he liked that. You licked your lips as you moved closer. Perhaps he hadn’t heard you. “Michael?”
“In a minute, love.” Your movements paused at his soft dismissal, simply waving his fingers in your direction. You recoiled instantly, slouching back in your chair and scooting away from him.
If this had only been a one night occurrence, you wouldn’t of cared. But this was almost daily now, his behavior. You were damn sick and tired of it. “Yes, I can see that.” He smiled. “My apologies. I’m sure you can understand. The sanctuary runs like a tight ship, most like how you’ve decided to run things here.”
You bounced your foot off the floor in angry anxiety, trying to decide what you should do. You hadn’t planned on making him angry, but you were desperate. Before that, though, you had something else up your sleeve. Without a beat, you reached under the table and placed the palm of your hand right below his belt, turning to glare at the side of his face. He was good at pretending, but you could see the slight twitch of his ringed finger from your actions.
“When’s my interview, Mr. Langdon?” Coco batted her eyes. “You haven’t forgotten about me have you?”
Your husband turned toward the woman, and you started lightly palming him through his dark dress pants. “Of course, not.” He shook his head. “I say that your interview will come as quickly as tomorrow.”
Only then, did he look at you, a look in his eye that you knew quite well.
“I hope your selections come soon, Mr. Langdon. We don’t exactly have the food to spare.” You could hear Venable groan under her breath, but you were too busy having a staring contest with Michael.
Though, it only lasted a couple seconds. He grabbed your hand, squeezing it and placing it firmly in your lap. He squinted his eyes ever so briefly, and you couldn’t help but huff at his basic way of saying- knock it off.
You should have known flirting wouldn’t work with him. Hell, you had been all week. You looked visibly angry, and you nearly broke the glass that you held in your hand. You sunk back into your seat, arms crossed in a scowl. Fine then, you thought. If he wasn’t going to pay attention to you, you wouldn’t belittle yourself any longer clinging to his side.
A few more minutes passed. Michael and Venable remained at their bitching, while few members chimed in about the sanctuary. They all had questions, and he loved the attention, so he gladly answered. He completely ignored you and your sulking, and if you hadn’t been so angry, you’d probably cry about it. But, you could only contain your mood for so long, and before you knew it, you snapped.
“God, will you shut up!” You snapped, glaring at Coco who’s moth hung open in surprise. “Do you ever stop fucking talking?”
You had everyone’s attention then, even Michael’s, but you didn’t care now.
“What the hell is your problem, y/n?” The blonde snapped back.
“You!” You snipped. “You’re my fucking problem. You, and everyone else here.” You sent a glare to everyone, including Michael by your side.
You slouched in your seat like an angry child, while he had not changed his posture. He simply looked at you, his eyes so slightly narrowed it was hard to pick up. He was observing you, your body language, trying to decipher whether or not you were truly upset. It was rare for you to snap like this, to cause a scene. He didn’t like it, so you knew better. He didn’t like messes and he didn’t like drama.
If you were really upset, however, it was different. He’d drop whatever it was to be by your side, to offer his assistance in any way he could. But, this wasn’t the case, that’s why he hadn’t moved a muscle. You were causing a scene for the hell of it.
A loud gasp left the blondes lips, and she rose in her seat like a tiger ready to pounce. “Why you little-”
“Oh, shut up, bitch.” You snapped. “You’re just pissed you can’t fuck my husband!”
And when you brought your beloved husband into it, only then did he intervene. “Y/n.” He said sternly, cocking his head as he tried to get you to look at him. You snapped your eyes to eyes, glaring sharply as a huff of breath left you.
“Oh, now you want to talk to me, right?” You nearly shouted at him, and if you hadn’t of been so angry, you would of noticed the slight widening of his eyes.
Behavior like this was unexpected from you, because he always nipped it in the bud quickly. Today, however, it was clear to him you were in a particularly bad mood.
The room then broke off into a mixture of shouts and loud, booming voices. You and Coco were practically screaming across the table, while Gallant and Evie cheered from the benches. Venable tried to simmer the fight, but all you saw was read. You weren’t even truly mad at Coco, only Michael, but he was obviously not going to pay any attention to you. Though, you’re anger had finally boiled over, and everyone abruptly went silent when you had delivered a sharp smack across Coco’s cheek.
Michael was angry, no question, but he wasn’t going to cater to you now, not after that. He stared at you with a sharp, defeating glare that could shatter glass. Truthfully, he couldn’t believe you had done that, because it simply wasn’t you. No, this was extremely disappointing for him. You had disappointed him. Still, he did not stand from his seat, only looking at you with a stare you know well.
Coco held her cheek as she looked at you, tears in her eyes and mouth hung open. They looked at you in shock, because violence was strictly prohibited from the outpost. That was a rule designed by Michael, himself. And you knew that, but broke it anyway. You pushed your sweet back loudly, picking up your skirts as you finally turned to your husband. You only glared at him, and his eyes followed you until you were out of his line of sight.
It was clear you were jealous. It was clear you wanted attention. So, after he was done cleaning up the mess you had made, he would be sure to give you some.
The warm, orange tones of the outpost complimented the pale complexion of your skin as you sat there, knees pulled to your chest and wavy hair set free. You wore a simple, black nightgown made of soft silk, and it was almost funny, considering you were wearing your panties that matched the slip. You hardly ever wore panties anymore, merely so because Michael’s favorite past time was fingering you in the utmost shocking of places. At least, he was in the past. Now, you were lucky to even have a conversation, it seemed.
You sat on the leather sofa in your shared room with him, the largest and grandest room of the entire outpost. You stared at the fire in front of you, and it danced around like the anger bubbling in your stomach. You really hadn’t a clue what you were in for, or how Michael was going to take your outburst. Your goal was to get a reaction from him, to make him see just how bored you were. You figured he wouldn’t even give you the time of day, his silent treatment had definitely served as punishment in the past.
You scoffed at the thought of it, angry at how abandoned you felt. And perhaps abandoned was a stretch, but you were lonely. It was nearly two hours before you heard his heavy footsteps outside your door, and you stiffened in annoyance, turning further into the arm of the couch. His stare was hot on you, so hot you could feel it like a sizzling iron at the back of your skull. You heard the door click shut, and his slow, antagonizing steps becoming louder until he finally entered your vision.
His arms were folded behind his back, walking slowly until he stood in front of the fireplace, directly where you were staring. You still did not look at him. The silence was almost deafening, and after a few moments of observing your slouched figure, he spoke.
“You’re clearly having a bad day.”
It was hard not to look at him, but you kept your chin down. You didn’t want to talk to him, though you didn’t want to be left alone, either.
He blinked, waiting to for you to respond to him, but nothing came. Wow. You were having a horrid day, apparently. “Are you going to look at me or sit there sulking like a child for the rest of the evening?”
You took an annoyed huff of breath, craning your neck as you tightened your arms around yourself. “Yes?” You said sharply.
He started off almost amused at this, having calmed down from your violent theatrics, and walking in to see you pouting like a baby. And perhaps that alone would have lessened your awaiting punishment, but any trace of amusement was now gone after your response.
A bad attitude was not well taken with Michael.
That small, almost invisible smirk was now completely gone, and his grew darker at your snappy tone. “You’re behavior tonight is deranged, Yn. If you want to have a discussion about what’s got you in such a piss-poor mood, fine, but you’re going to need to get ahold of yourself.” He was trying to reason with you, he always did. It was the number one thing you knew about him, almost what everyone knew. Michael, at all costs, tried to avoid unnecessary drama.
This didn’t settle with you, though. Your eyes widened at his words. You were absolutely not deranged. “Excuse me?” You pounced up, nearly screeching at the top of your lungs. “You’re the most-”
“Drop the attitude.” He said sternly, the harshness in his voice silencing you immediately. “I don’t know what’s got you so bent out of shape,” He took a step forward, your angry eyes trying to stay on his. “But I suggest you fall in line before I put you back in your place. You don’t get to speak to me like you do them, you know better than that. If you want to continue this conversation then you need to straighten up, understood?” Oh, so very quickly, did chills go down your spine, because you finally realized just how hot the water you were wading in was.
Despite his exterior, you could tell that he was extremely irritated with you. His posture, his tone, the way he looked down on you. He was disappointed with how you acted, how you were still acting. He threatened to put you in your place, but truth was, his words alone already did so, and you flushed red with embarrassment.
You gave a sigh of defeat, falling back onto the couch with a glum frown. “You haven’t spent any time with me.” You muttered under your breath.
You glanced up at him, eyes batting away quickly in shame. You gulped down your pride. “You haven’t…You haven’t spent any time with me.”
He had to take a moment to comprehend what you just said, and his eyes narrowed in confusion while you looked at the floor. You took his silence as to continue.
“All you talk about is Venable and the interviews you’re conducting. I get that it’s important, I do, but you’ve been ignoring me, Michael.” You nodded your head along to your words, speaking more firmly as you went on. “You haven’t asked how my day was or how I’m doing. You’re not beside me when I wake up. You’re just working, constantly. You don’t even have time for me anymore.” You pleaded your case, the words spilling more easily than you had imagined.
You looked down at his feet, not able to make eye contact from your embarrassment. It was quiet for a few moments, until he finally spoke.
You quickly glanced up, you’re eyes widening with shock. “What?”
His posture had only grown straighter, his eyes now sharp with annoyance at your confession.
“I said,” He licked his lips, glancing toward the room and back to you. “That’s ridiculous.”
You weren’t even sure how to feel at your lover’s response, and you tried to swallow down your hurt feelings. He’d never dismissed you like that before. “But I-”
He watched you try and come up with words, but it was hard with how small he looked at you.
“Do you remember what I told you last week?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and with a red face, you shook your head no.
In any other case, Michael would have consoled you with what you had said, but you were leaving out important parts of the puzzle, and it was his job to put them back together.
“You were sitting right where you are now, reading that poetry book your grandmother had gotten you for your sixteenth birthday. Remember?” You know from his tone and his stiff posture that he had a point with this, and you shook your head nervously.
He continued. “I was sitting there,” He pointed to his desk. “Writing down observations from the interview I had with Evie Gallant. You want to tell the rest of the story?”
You didn’t know where he was going with this, and you didn’t even recall the tale he was telling. “I don’t- Michael, I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.” You defended, blowing a curl away from your face.
“I kept hearing this noise. I tried to block it out for a while, but soon I realized it was you shivering.”
Oh. You remembered now, and he smiled when he seen that you did. “I couldn’t let you freeze to death, now, could I? I came over and covered you up with my jacket, told you how pretty you looked with your hair braided like it was. You were so enhanced in that book of yours you barely noticed.”
You swallowed, because you finally realized where he was going with this.
“Every morning I help you with your corset,” He continued, his voice firmer and firmer with every word. “And every night, I help you remove it. Just a few days ago I paused my work to watch you try on every item in your closet. A fashion show, you had called it.”
If you looked up red in the dictionary, it would have shown a picture of your face.
“And last night I held you in your sleep while you cried through a nightmare. This morning I laced up your boots. I helped you pin your hair back. And every chance I get I whisper how much I love you in your ear, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that?” He lectured you like a child, and you sat there completely humiliated, feeling absolutely awful for your behavior, because every word he had spoken was nothing but true.
You weren’t even sure how to make this right. “Michael-”
“Just because I’m not holding your hand every minute of the day means I’m ignoring you.” He shut you up, taking a step forward. The irritation was making itself more known. “Just because you’re not the only one getting my attention anymore means I stopped loving you. You know how difficult it’s been for me having to live here with Venable and these insufferable excuses for human beings. I want better for you, you know that. This whole entire fucking thing has been for you, Y/n.”
You did know that. He hated it, and for awhile, you had to keep convincing him you didn’t despise him for making you live there. You almost wanted to cry for how bad you felt.
And soon enough, you were. A tear spilled down your face, and you squeezed the nightgown with your fist in anxiety. You felt awful, extremely awful. You looked up to him, and it was clear he held no remorse for your tears. “Michael, I’m-” Your mouth opened and closed, feeling to embarrassed to even mutter an apology.
You stood up, another tear falling as you wrapped your arms around his torso. “Michael, I’m so sorry. I don’t- I don’t even know what to say. I’m so sorry.” Your voice cracked, and you felt his hand at the small of your back.
“There’s no use crying about it, Y/n. I’m not angry at you for this.” His voice was less than welcoming, but his words made you confused.
“You’re not?” You pulled away to look at him.
“I’ll admit I’m not pleased,” He swiped a tear with his thumb. “But it would be silly to punish you for feeling human emotions. Jealousy is just one of them. I understand this change is difficult for you, but you have to realize all of this is part of the process. I haven’t forgotten you, love. I’m just busy.” He tucked a curl behind your ear, that disappointed tone still evident.
You blinked shamefully. “I know.” You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry, Michael. I was out of line. I’m sorry.” You kissed the side of his neck, burying your face in his shoulder.
He’d already forgiven you for it. Hell, he’d already forgiven you for anything you could ever possibly do. He loved you to much to do otherwise. “All’s forgiven, my darling.” He held you.
You felt yourself calm at his words, and you let out a sigh as you relaxed into him. However, that didn’t last long.
“But we still have to address your behavior at dinner tonight.”
You froze at that, opening your eyes and narrowing them into slits. You hoped your reasoning behind the act would excuse it, but who were you kidding. Michael didn’t let things go. “What do you mean?” You cringed.
“Don’t play dumb,” He squeezed you tighter, still holding you close. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. We have rules for a reason, Y/n.”
You shook your head, trying to pull away, but he firmly held you in place. “I know, but-”
“There’s no but’s about it.” He tsked, grabbing your arms and pulling you away. “You still broke rules tonight, darling. The motivation behind it isn’t of importance to me.”
You supposed that maybe you should be happy, finally seeming back in Michael’s spotlight, even though you did feel guilty for being called out, though all he was doing was reprimanding you for your actions. Still, there were certain roles you two took in times like these, and you were slowly sinking into them.
“You broke two, if you remember.” He held you lightly by the elbows, your torsos ghosting each other’s. “Care to revisit what they were?”
You didn’t have a choice not to, and knew that it would only make things were for yourself. You swallowed nervously, knowing he was working up some sort of punishment to discipline you. The thing with Michael, it was different every time, no punishment ever hardly being the same. He tweaked things, only because he didn’t want you to become used to it. He enjoyed the surprise of it, seeing you gawk in nerves and excitement.
You would let him do whatever he pleased, and he knew this. Whether or not his punishments were painful didn’t matter, you enjoyed it. At least, in some way or another. No matter how many tears you shed or whimpers that caused your voice to break, you never wanted him to stop until he was finished with you. Maybe it was sick, this relationship between the two of you. But it worked, and love was never perfect.
“I,” You tried to find your voice. “I hit Coco.”
He smirked at that. “Personally, I don’t mind your choice of selection, but that doesn’t disregard what you did.” He let you go, placing his arms behind his back and standing taller. You felt smaller and smaller, your nerves bundling together in anticipation.
“You know I don’t like you getting your hands dirty, love, but you did it anyways.” He began to circle around you, watching you like prey as you stood there. You were dead meat.
“That’s the first one. Violence. And you know what violence leads to?” He paused behind you, slipping his hand to curl around the back of your neck.
You cursed yourself for getting yourself into this mess. As much as you loved this side of him, you knew he would make you regret your attitude. His believe that if a lesson wasn’t learned in the act of punishment, it wasn’t properly demonstrated. He knew what you could take, so he’d always go just a little more.
The butterflies in your stomach fluttered to life at his warm hand, and your lips parted in a musical breath when you felt him kiss the shell of your ear. Your mouth felt full of cotton, and you cleared your throat to speak. “Unnecessary,” You licked your lips, just barely glancing back at him. “Unnecessary drama.”
He nodded. “Precisely. Take of your nightgown.”
You twirled around then, only to find him watching you with a predatory stare. “Why?” You didn’t mean to challenge him, but you couldn’t help yourself.
“Why?” He tilted his head. “This isn’t just something I can let go, nor will I allow to be repeated. You know I don’t like punishing you, but I’m afraid you’ve left me no choice.”
Bullshit. Absolute bullshit. You almost raised your brows at him, almost, because he completely adored punishing you. Whether you were on your knees, crying and begging for him to allow you to cum, it didn’t matter what.
You clamped your mouth shut to keep from smarting off, knowing that would only worsen the outcome of the evening.
He gave you a quick glance, licking his lips. “Right then. Bend over the desk.” He nodded to the shiny, oak desk on the other side of the room, and instantly, your heart started hammering.
You blinked between him and the desk, your eyes wide as you took a step. You froze in place, not hardly having the nerve to move.
“Do I have to hold your hand and walk you over there?” He quirked an unamused brow. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Y/n.”
Yes, that wouldn’t help you in any way, and with shaky legs, found the will to make your way across the room, and you bent your body across the sleek wood.
He smirked lightly as he watched you, and he began rolling up his jacket sleeve as he approached you. As each step got closer, the pressure between your hips began to brighten to life, desperate and hungry for your husband. Even if it was pain, you still wanted it.
You shivered when you felt his hands at your hips, swiftly lifting your nightgown to rest on your back. He chuckled at the sight of your panties, and you flinched when he snapped the band against your skin. “You’ll have no use for these tonight. Remove them.” He stepped back to give you room.
You stood with a dizzy head, briefly glancing at him as you slid your undergarments down your leg. You tossed them to the side, and before you could get back into your position, he grabbed your chin.
His eyes were soft in that moment as he held your face, scanning over yours to check for any hesitation in your features. You smiled at the act, one that he did every time you both engaged in such activities. Despite his sadistic nature, Michael would never do anything to truly hurt you, or disregard any boundaries you may have set. He placed a soft kiss against your lips, and you sighed contently with a soft hum. You gave a light shake of your head, signaling it was okay.
And then you were pushed back down.
You gasped as you braced the fall with your hands, turning your face to the side and resting it against the cool wood. “Perhaps, I’ve spoiled you.” He spoke, giving your backside a soft squeeze before giving you a hard, sounded smack.
A small gasp left your lips as you tried to relax your body against the desk, squeezing your eyes shut when another smack came down.
“Unfortunately, I think more rules need to be arranged, because this,” He spanked you a third, and then a fourth time, and you cringed at the metal sting his jeweled fingers left behind. “Is disappointing.”
This wasn’t exactly rare, having been bent over and beaten by his hand, but you knew something as simple as this wouldn’t suffice him, or you, for a matter of fact, for very long. He’d hit you with any and every object he could usually get his hands on, leaving you a sobbing mess and remorseful for whatever crime you had committed.
Your jaw fell open when he hit you a fifth time, your hands bunched up into fists as you tried to suppress any noises.
“You could of talked to me, Y/n.” His voice was warm and soft, and when his hand came down harder than before, you couldn’t help the surprised cry that tore away from your lips.
“I tried.” You said shakily, pausing him from hitting you again.
He chuckled, resting his hand on your lower back. “Really? I most certainly don’t recall you trying to have a civilized conversation about this. I only remember you resorting to a temper tantrum.”
You almost moaned at the way he talked to you, and the butterflies in your stomach were begging to be freed. You could feel your arousal pool between your legs, and when his finger trailed down your thigh, you flushed red at the exposure.
You cried out when he hit you again, harder, sending your body forward against the desk. Tears brewed in your eyes now, and one dropped onto the desk when he only continued your punishment.
You had tried to keep up with the numbers in your head, but it grew foggy as the numbers climbed. Harder and harder he hit you, quicker, and you gave up trying to hide your cries, masked with whimpers of arousal.
Finally, he stopped, looking down on you as you tried to keep from choking on your own breath. “Relax.” He leaned against the desk, his hand trailing over the red patterns on your ass and against your spine.
It was embarrassing how this kind of punishment turned you on, more so than the rest of him he had used on you. You liked the way he took charge of you, the way he spoke to you. Your breath hitched as you sniffled away, trying to calm down your tears. Your backside burned incredibly, and your were sure he left bruises on you from his rings. Still, the heat between your legs was just as bad. You throbbed almost painfully, your body craving him so bad it almost drove you to insanity. You were dripping down your thighs, and while he hadn’t said anything about it, you knew he was very well aware.
“You know, it’s hard focusing on disciplining you when all I can smell is your arousal.” You burned shamefully as he criticized you.
He tsked at you, playfully slapping your thigh. “Never fear, it only means I’m not being firm enough with you.”
You watched him move to the front of the desk, and you begged your body not to move and disobey him again. He rivaled through his desk drawer, and your nerves only grew more tense.
“You know, I thought it was funny when I found this,” You heard him shut a drawer. “Seeing as how this is a school of magic. However, now, I think it’s suits our current situation perfectly. You may look, I know you want to.”
With a tearful face, you lifted your eyes, only to find a slim, wooden ruler balanced in his hands. Oh, hell no. He smirked when your eyes widened, gulping. “You’re not- you’re not gonna hit me with that?” You knew it was stupid to even ask.
He smiled innocently at you, rounding the desk. “Bend back over. We aren’t finished yet.”
You groaned as you looked ahead, clenching your fists as you bent back over. “Oh, and I’d like you to count these, please.”
He gave you no time to prepare before he smacked the ruler down on your ass. A shocked gasp left your lips, your body lunging forward as you cried. “Ouch!” You whirled back around. “Michael, that hurt!”
He smiled, giving a solemn nod. “Good, that’s the point. Get back into position.”
You wanted to smack him clear across the face, and you felt more of your wetness drip down your thighs. You glared at him, challenging him, only courage that stemmed from how much you desired him. It took a lot not to kiss him, watching as he held the thin wood in his hands, looking down on you with a predatory stare.
He narrowed his eyes at your look, taking a step closer until his nose was pressed against yours. “Watch the way you’re looking at me, Y/n.”
He dared you to challenge him again, and with a dry swallow, you found yourself bent back over.
“Since you didn’t count the first one, we’re staring over.”
You took a deep breath, tightening your fists as you prepared your self. He flicked his wrist and brought it down, sharply and soundly it filled the room, along with your cry. “One!” You squeezed your eyes shut, a weak groan accompanied your words.
He hit you again, and you gasped louder, flinching when the sting grew more intense from the ruler. “Two!”
You were crying by the third and fourth hit, mucus leaking down your nose as your breath hitched in your throat. He showed no remorse as he continued bringing the ruler down. He knew what you could take, and by the looks of your glistening thighs, you were obviously enjoying this.
“F-five!” Your voice cracked, softly sobbing as you bit your fist. This, without a doubt, was more painful then you figured it would be, and you tried taking shuttering breaths as you shook.
“You look remorseful.” He said softly, his hand tangling in your hair. His eyes danced among your tears, lifting your head by your curls. “Are you?” He hummed.
You were practically rubbing yourself against his desk, desperate for any kind of friction you could get. “Please, Michael.” You whimpered, more tears falling down your face.
“Please, what?” He cocked his brow. “To stop? To keep going? Voice your thoughts, Y/n, you’ve seemed to have no problem with that tonight.” He scowled.
His hand caressed the inside of your thigh, and you let out a whimpered moan at the contact. “Touch me. Please, Michael, touch me.”
He rolled at his eyes at your pathetic display, dropping his hand completely. “This is supposed to be a punishment, Y/n, not a reward. I’m not going to fuck you.”
You pushed back against him, not giving up your tactics. “I’ve learned, Michael. I have. Please, I won’t disobey you again. I want you.”
He watched you with a raised brow, weighting whether or not your words were serious. He eyed the red stripes across your ass, and he knew damn well you wouldn’t be sitting without discomfort for the remainder of the week. He smirked at that. “Relax, I’ll give you what you want.”
You let out a filthy, loud moan when his fingers dipped inside you, your hands reaching out to grasp the edge of the desk. “Oh! Oh my-”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll stop.” He said sternly, moving a third finger inside of you. “Behave yourself and shut up, or you’ll get nothing.”
You took a hand and covered your mouth, and your stomach coiled and clenched as he began fingering you. The moved in and out of you at a steady pace, lightly curling and teasing you. You whined, but before you could beg him to go faster, he already was. Your mouth fell open when he entered a fourth finger, moving roughly as the slouching sound filled the room.
“I should lock you in a cage for behaving the way you did tonight,” You screamed when he spanked you, the burn of his rings only adding to the pain already administered from that god awful ruler. “All because you felt I wasn’t paying enough attention to you, because I wasn’t touching you enough. You know what people call girls like you?” He beckoned for you to answer, peeking down at you.
You were practically sobbing from how good you felt, and your body moved back and forth against his fingers. “A- whore.” You cried, knowing damn well that’s what he meant.
He nodded. “Indeed. A disgusting, filthy, pathetic whore who belittled themselves into breaking the rules.”
You were peaking at your orgasm, and you hyperventilating as his thumb rubbed against your clit. Your eyes were nearly rolling into the back of your head, and you were sure the entirety of the outpost could hear you.
“All for this.” He tsked, watching you ride his fingers. “I know this is what you wanted love,”
You gasped out when his fingers left, a sudden empty feeling that left you shaking. You looked back, your eyes widening. “Why-”
“However, you’ll be getting no rewards tonight.”
He clasped his hands behind his back, watching you with a solemn stare. Tears streamed down your cheeks, hot and red with a runny nose. You were a mess, an angry one, now, it seemed. Still, you knew you deserved this, and Michael, believe it or not, seemed to be lenient with you, at least compared to how he’d acted before.
With shaky legs, you stood, your nightgown falling back down into place. You wiped your tears with your arm, sniffling as he watched you. You never knew what he was going to say in moments like these, moments where he stayed silent, watching as you had your moments of weakness. Softly, his finger went to your chin, tilting it upward, He scanned your eyes, your face and the trail of tears you left. The tip of his thumb came to your lip, and his eyes flicked back up to yours.
Once you composed yourself, you couldn’t help but smile, lightly chuckling to yourself. “I think I got your attention now.”
