Chapter 2 Alexandre

He had cameras everywhere.

He didn't trust people. Never had. Not guards, not enemies, not women. Trust was a weakness in his world-one that got you shot or betrayed or both.

But watching her?

That was something else entirely.

He didn't check the feeds expecting to see anything. It was past midnight. Most of the house was still.

Until her room lit up on the screen.

Lia.

She was curled under the blanket, restless, legs shifting like she couldn't get comfortable. He watched her chest rise and fall too fast for sleep. Her hands moved beneath the sheets, slow at first.

He leaned forward.

Don't.

But she did.

Her fingers slid lower, slowly, shamefully. He saw the way her thighs clenched together, the soft parting of her lips as her head tipped back.

He zoomed in.

She bit her lip to stay quiet, just like she had at dinner. But her hips rolled gently, rhythm building under the cover of her blanket. He could see the tension in her muscles, the desperate edge of her movements.

And then-

She whispered something.

The mic didn't catch it clearly. But he knew what it was.

His name.

His cock stirred immediately.

He sat back, one hand curling into a fist. One restraining itself from wrapping around his length, and pounding it to the rhythm of her hips.

She was touching herself to the memory of him. His fingers. His voice. He could see it in the way she moved, the way she arched her back when she pressed her hand down harder.

And it made him furious.

Not because she touched herself.

But because she did it without permission.

That was his body. His pleasure to give. His rules.

And she was disobeying.

Still, he didn't look away.

He watched every second. Every twitch of her hips. Every moan she tried to swallow. Every broken breath. When she came, he saw the way her lips parted, the way her entire body trembled.

It was beautiful.

And unacceptable.

He stood, still hard, still seething. The need to punish her burned through his blood.

She didn't know it yet, but she'd just invited him into her bed. Not gently. Not sweetly.

No-she invited the wolf.

And the next time she came, it wouldn't be on her fingers.

It would be on her knees.

Begging.

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She thought she got away with it.

It had been two days since he caught her on the cameras. Two days since she moaned his name with her fingers buried between her thighs, shivering under those thin bedsheets like she wasn't being watched.

He said nothing.

He let her eat with him. Sit quietly. Follow his rules. She was cautious, polite. Thinking he'd forgotten.

He didn't forget.

He was just waiting.

Until tonight.

He called her to his room.

She stepped in slow, nervous. She always hesitated at his door. As if she didn't know she belonged behind it now.

He closed the door behind her.

Locked it.

Then pointed to the floor in front of the mirror.

"Kneel."

She blinked, confused-but obeyed. Always obeyed.

He didn't speak for a moment. Just walked around her. Like a predator circling.

"You think I didn't see what you did?" he asked finally.

Her breath hitched.

He saw it in her eyes. The flicker of panic. Guilt.

He leaned in close. Voice dark and slow. "You touched what doesn't belong to you. You came without permission."

Her lips parted. "I-I didn't know you-"

"You knew. You said my name."

She flushed. Her eyes dropped. Her thighs pressed together.

"Look up," he snapped. "Look in the mirror."

She did. He stepped behind her, grabbing her hair, twisting it into a fist to keep her head angled forward.

"I want you to see what you look like when I punish you."

She swallowed hard.

He let go of her hair and unbuckled his belt slowly. Deliberately.

Then he yanked her up.

"undress" She hesitated, before slowly pulling off the night gown and standing in front of him, sheer naked, her tits bursting out of the thin fabric, bright red nipples, straight and hard.

He bent her over the vanity.

She gasped, palms bracing against the edge of the mirror frame.

"Count."

CRACK.

The first slap of leather hit her ass hard. She whimpered.

"O-One."

He struck again. Harder.

"Two-ahh-"

"You'll take ten," he growled. "And you'll thank me for every one."

He made her count all ten. By the end, her voice was shaking, eyes glassy, and her skin a deep, beautiful red. And cum dropped from her throbbing pussy.

She tried to move-he stopped her.

"Stay bent over. You're not done."

He opened the drawer beside the mirror. Pulled out the silver clamps. Small, tight, shining.

She froze.

"N-no-wait-"

"Didn't you want this?" he whispered in her ear, wrapping an arm around her chest, sliding his fingers over the edge of her nipples, tugging at them lightly until she gasped. "Didn't you moan like a slut for me two nights ago?"

She whimpered.

He pinched her nipple, rolled it until it hardened.

Then clipped it.

She jolted. The bite of the metal made her whine.

Second one-same treatment. He took his time, letting her feel every twist, every squeeze.

Both clamps now hanging, tugging with each breath.

She looked at herself in the mirror, lips parted, red cheeked, eyes glassy. Completely undone. Metal chain hanging from one nipple to the other.

"Look how beautiful you are when you're ashamed," he murmured.

His hand moved down between her thighs. Found her dripping again. Of course.

He chuckled. "Slut."

She whimpered, but didn't deny it.

He slid two fingers inside her and pumped deep, deliberately slow, while his other hand tugged on the chain between the clamps.

She moaned. Loud. Desperate.

"Beg," he said.

"P-please," she gasped.

"For what?"

"For... for more."

He growled " More? you want more? No, no cumming for you until I say so".

He smacked the entrance of her pussy hard, drawing the warm liquid down to her thigh. Lia almost cried.

His fingers curved deep inside, hitting the spot he'd already memorized. The pressure on her nipples kept her crying out, writhing between the pain and pleasure.

Just as she was about to cum, Alexandre took his fingers out, getting a desperate groan in response.

"You won't cum until I tell you to" Lia looked up at him desperately, begging with her eyes.

When it was over, he leaned down and whispered, "If you touch yourself again without asking..."

He yanked on the chain gently.

"...I'll fuck you till you're gone". With those words said, he turned around and walked out of the room. Leaving Lia naked and unsatisfied.