Nine

Dante

I tackle her under me with her face buried in the mattress and her ass high against my crotch. My cock appreciates the softness of her ass that can even be felt through the shorts. She finally stops fighting me. I bend her neck so that she faces the side and grab both her hands in my left hand so that I can place them behind her back. Let's see how she fights me when she is held down like this.

"I told you not to answer back at me. Now I am going to show you what I am going to make sure you do it well aware of how the consequences taste like. I have been patient with you. Way more patient than I should have been. I don't give a damn who's daughter you are Isabella. You have to be obedient, " I tell into her ear.

"Fuck you, Dante! I will never obey you! I am not your doll!" she curses, her voice enraged. She is breathing heavily, her body shaking with rage.

Okay, I guess we are no longer using words to communicate, dolcezza.

I quickly pull out my tie from my shirt and tie her hands together, just like the woman in what she claimed to be her interesting set of novels. When I am done making sure she won't be able to set herself free, I let go of her neck. She is not able to turn to look me in the eyes but I hope she is horrified.

It will be fun to teach her how to not be insolent around me.

I reach for the hem of the t-shirt and lift it so that it is halfway up her back. The skin, Madonna! I don't think before my fingers are on her soft milky skin. Her body is so warm. She immediately stops moving.

Good girl.

My fingers, lazily caress her lower back, appreciating the narrows and curves of her waist. God! I am getting off the track. That will be for later. Control is what I need now. I am only here to administer punishment, not give pleasure. That Will be for another day. I am confident as fuck that the latter will be sooner than it should be if she keeps sending me such signals.

I sit up on the bed and pull her onto my lap.

I reach for the waistband of the shorts open the button at the front without turning her and then undo the zipper. She doesn't fight or make a sound. I take that as a green flag to go on.

I pull down her shorts just below her knees to reveal white lace panties on her perfectly round ass.

Whoa...

My mouth feels dry all of a sudden. I blink back the sudden lustful urges that have been haunting me since the night I brought her into my house.

Using my palm, I massage her ass cheeks, before landing one hard blow on her left cheek. She yelps.

"Shhhh... Or Else I will gag you. If not, I will open that door and spank you as my entire staff listens to how your punishment session is going. They will know how the master of the house got you being a bad girl. Everyone in this house knows how I don't tolerate disobedience."

I massage her before I give her another slap on the right cheek. Hard. She groans but doesn't go ahead to curse or make a fuss. I guess we are falling in line, aren't we, Bella?

"I am going to give you only, six," I inform her before going on with my left cheek massage right cheek sequence. She groans and sways her hips.

By the time I am done, her ass is a glorious shade of pink.

I pull her shorts back and her shirt in place. I hover over her and untie her hands. I slowly kiss her on the cheek. She sniffs in a breath, and that's when I realize she is crying.

"I warned you, Bella. I hope you will be more obedient from now on. Things will go well if you don't fight me. This is who I am," I say, still over her. I turn, though she tries to resist, but I want her to look at me.

She glares at me with her tear-stained face. Her lips are swollen and kiss-inviting.

"I hate you, Dante. I hate you and your fucked-up personality. And if you think we are going to live peacefully together then you are wrong!"

"We shall see about that. I won't give up trying to put you in your place. You will learn with time. You'll see," I assure her. I use my thumb to rub off tears from her cheek.

A weak slap on my face.

"Don't you dare fucking touch me, Dante!" she is shouting.

Whoa! The audacity. It is not just infuriating but much more. Her courage just turns me on in the wrong way. God! I have never met such a brazen woman in my life!

She will need a lot of time to learn, and I am ready. We might be stuck together for a good amount of time.

I can't stop the evil grin that spreads on my face.

"I can touch you if I want, Isabella. I just did. I didn't need your permission to spank you, did I? As long as you are here with me or anywhere as long as you are under my care, I have the permission to do just about anything with you that I deem right. And don't let it make your head hurt because, yes, you are my business and what you bring here is not a joke. I know what I am doing." I tell her, fighting the signals in my head telling me to put her once again on my knee and give her six more. I think she has already learnt her lesson though she just doesn't want to accept it.

"I hate you," she hisses through her clenched teeth.

"It doesn't matter!" I tell her, getting off the bed before considering another punishment on top of that sore ass.

"You are a monster, Dante! You are a murderer!" she curses as she pulls herself together. I pick up her novel from the floor. The book cover hardly survived the scene. I place it on the bed.

"I am both of those things, I will not deny," I tell her.

"How am I supposed to believe that you are keeping me here to protect me when you are treating me like this?"

She is tearing up again.

Fuck!

I didn't expect her to be insensitive. She has been trying so hard to show me her shield personality of a fearless stubborn girl. Seeing her cry has broken down all her walls. She looks so fragile. So young and broken.

"You are the one who has brought it upon yourself, Isabella. I warned you several times, but you kept provoking me. I am like this, baby girl. I am a monster and you can't change who I am. You either learn to live with me by my rules or else this is how our days together will be transpiring. I am a man of punishment, but I know how to reward good behaviour. You are free from the perspective of me that will make you comfortable; kidnapper, monster, murderer, whatever, I don't care. This I just the beginning, baby girl. I am capable of worse. You should be grateful I haven't given you a full night your of my dungeon so that you can interact with the ghosts of the people who were right about the fact that I am a murder." Enough, Dante. You are going to give her nightmares!

I hope my message has been delivered.

She sniffs and removes her tears using the back of her hand.

"I will have your dinner delivered up here," I say, and then head out of the room, wishing not to take this conversation any further.