Chapter 65 Punish Me
Eden’s Point of View
My heart pounded in my chest as I reached Theron’s office, the previous bravado flowing out of my body, and yes, I was able to best him, embarrassing him in the presence of his staff and acting like I didn’t care about the procedures of the hospital.
Not just because I wanted to rebel, but because I wanted to do what was right by my heart, and I did, but now, I wasn’t so confident to face him anymore. And maybe it’s because I knew that for the next five minutes he was going to be tearing at my sanity, piece by piece, and smirking as he does it—and what hurts the most is no matter what he does to me, my body had learned to enjoy it, and anticipate more from him.
And I hate myself for feeling this way.
I knocked, two times, and prayed no one would answer, so I could have an excuse to leave.
“Come in.” His voice was low and controlled—annoyed if I may add, sucking in a deep breath, I twisted the doorknob and walked inside the office while chanting the mantra in my head; Theron is human, not a monster—he is human, not a monster.
I shouldn’t be scared of him.
“Dr. Adler, welcome.” Theron taunted, clearly mocking me, as he got up from his chair, gesturing for me to sit on it. “Please have your seat, since you have promoted yourself without my knowledge.”
I looked away from Theron’s judging and condescending gaze; I didn’t dare to look at him. “You must have had an explanation for your attitude earlier?”
“I am not going to apologize,” I said sternly. “But I wish the surgery for the prime minister went well?”
“Do you think this is a joke?” He asked curiously, pushing his chair away aggressively.
“I don’t know what your idea of a joke is, but I certainly don’t hear anyone laughing.” I continued stubbornly. “If you see fit to punish me, then so be it; I will take whatever punishment you give to me.”
“Is this you begging to be punished again? And when I do punish you, it becomes a problem, and you start crying?” He queried, moving his feet until he neared me, and I took a step backward. “Of course I want to fucking punish you, so stop tempting me.”
I smirked daringly. “Then do it already.” I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Is this how you were with Thorne and your other fiancé? It’s no wonder they cheated on you.” He was only an inch away from me. “Having a woman nag and complain every hour of the day, even I would cheat too.”
Typical Theron, suddenly, bringing up an old wound that I wanted to forget.
“Did you become a doctor just because you couldn’t become a serial killer?” I asked spitefully, and his eyes narrowed; he seemed to take the joke badly, too, so I grinned. “I mean, there is only a thin line between the two of them, especially if you are a psychopath.”
In the blur of the moment, he suddenly grabbed my neck and slammed me against the wall. I couldn’t count how many times Theron had slammed me into a wall since I had married him—I need to educate him that if he kept slamming me on top of things, my back was going to break.
“Ah.” I gasped for air. I soon realized this wasn’t one of his harmless wall slams; his wicked hands went around my neck, cutting off my air supply.
“Do you want to know how badly I wanted to be a serial killer?” He asked in my face, and I clawed at his hands, trying to pry his fingers away from my neck. I felt my legs slowly leave the ground as I was being suspended in the air. Theron’s grip was still tight against my neck—my arms flailed uselessly, I tried to scratch, pinch, and even kick him, but he wouldn’t even budge. “I would gladly show you, if you are willing to be my first victim.”
“Argh…” I choked, my legs kicking the air, as I realized just how uselessly small and weak I am against him. I soon stopped struggling, giving in to the darkness that started to appear in my vision. Just as I was about to die, I felt my legs reach the floor again, and my knees buckled, smashing into the floor.
“Cough cough, ugh, cough.” My body shook violently, as my lungs struggled to get air in after being deprived for a long time.
Theron stood above me, looking down at my pathetic state. A small whimper escaped my lips when he grabbed me roughly again, his forearm held against my neck as he pinned me to the wall once more. “Let go of me, you sick bastard,” I growled weakly, tears welling in my eyes, my chest heaving dangerously, still struggling to breathe, but I made no attempt to fight him. I was tired, and he was stronger than me anyway, so anything I do will be a waste of time. “Let me warn you, Eden.” His voice was hoarse and tight, and the tears in my eyes leaked to my cheeks. “I can tolerate anything, you can hit me, you can bite me, do anything you want, but I will never let you disrespect me in the presence of my employees.”
Yes, I know this is what matters the most to him—The hospital, his reputation in the hospital, and his ambition.
Fighting against his orders in here is the same as fighting against him.
“Or what? Are you going to kill me?” I queried curiously after my breath became steady.
“We can’t be so sure, but I will advise you not to test me.” He gripped my jaw roughly. “I need you to nod if you understand, because I am fucking serious right now.”
I refused to nod. If he wanted to kill me, then he could go ahead and do that. With all the hatred in my heart, I spit in his face.
He winced as soon as the blob of saliva landed against his nose. He glared at me as if I had slapped him in the face. “Fuck you,” I growled.
His jaws clenched, and silence descended on us. A minute or two passed, and the only thing he did was stare hard at me. He then suddenly flipped me, pressing my chest against the wall and twisting my arms behind my back.
He reached for his neck, ripping his tie, in confusion I struggled hard against him, but then he put pressure on me by pressing his knees into my back, and a pained moan escaped my parted lips as he ground me into the wall.
“Ugh, let go of me,” I growled, trying to flex him away from my body. “I swear if you don’t let me go right now, I am going to scream.”
Instead of letting me go as I had ordered, he began to bind my hands together with his tie, and I felt fear rise in my chest.
What was he doing? Is he truly going to kill me? Is that why he is tying me up?
“Scream, anyone who comes in would only see a husband trying to discipline his disobedient wife.” With a tight knot, he finished his binding. I tried to wriggle them out, but he tied them so tight.
He dragged me from the wall and walked me to the couch, where he pushed my head down, my stomach pressed against the arm of the couch, which made my face slam into the cushion of the chair.
I tried to scream, but it was muffled in the chair.
His hands tugged at the waistband of my scrub pants, and with an angry shove, he pulled them down; the scrub fell to my feet, and I felt cold air from the A.C. hit my exposed ass.
“Nice choice of panties, little lamb.” He said as he grabbed my ass, and I felt my heart stiffen in my chest. No, he isn’t going to… No matter how he is… Theron isn’t like that. “I swear if you fucking touch me, I will kill you.” I groaned, and he shoved my head deeper inside the cushion. “Let me go! Untie me, you son of a bitch.”
I couldn’t hear him unbuckling his belt or anything, so it made me a little relieved he wasn’t going to rape me, yet.
Then it came.
The loud swat that resounded in my ears, the sound of my ass being smacked, cut through the air, reducing my struggles.
Shock came first, then pain, which soon melted away, creating a tingling sensation. “Ah…” A terrified moan escaped my parted lips, not because I was scared that I was just smacked in the ass by Theron, but because I liked it.
The pain went as quickly as it came, but my pussy soon began to throb as if sending my body a signal to beg for more.
His hands connected to my ass cheek again, on the same spot that he had smacked earlier. It was painful, and I felt my nails digging into my palms that was bounded together behind me.
“Argh! Let me go!” I snarled, but then he smacked my ass again. “Didn’t you want to be punished so bad?” He growled as he smacked me again and again, on the same spot. Tears welled in my eyes, my legs dangled as if trying to get away from him, but his grip was tight. “When you are ready to apologize you let me know.”
I bit down on my lips, hard enough to draw blood as the smack came again.
“Get off me, you animal!” I screamed.
“Still being rude and disrespectful, aren’t you?” came another swat, and I moaned painfully into the throw pillow.
I was in pain, my ass stung, and I could almost feel the raw skin of my ass, yet my pussy kept throbbing and clenching—and I hate to admit that I was wet already. I was screaming and wailing for him to let me go, not because I was in pain, but because I didn’t want him to realize just how aroused this was making me.
“Ooh, what is this, little lamb?” Theron’s voice rang softly as he pressed his lips to my ears, his tongue darting out to lick the tear that had rolled down to my jaw. “Are you secretly enjoying being spanked?”
“Get the fuck off me…” I whimpered softly, I don’t know what I am anymore, it’s almost as if my entire being was corrupted by this evil man.
“You are so fucking wet, right now… your panties are all soaking.” He whispered seductively into my ears. “Is this turning you on, little lamb?”
I hate this motherfucker, I hate him so much that I cried into the cushion of the couch, but he wasn’t wrong. This was painful, but somehow the pain seemed so pleasurable. “Beg me, and I might just give you what you want.” My body trembled, waiting and anticipating the next spank. “Do you want me to let you go or fuck you right here?”
My heart raced in excitement, dangerously but good—I hate it! I hate it so much! I hate Theron, I hate myself!
“I want you to let me go.” My voice turned pleading. Any more spanks, and I might be the one taking off my panties, begging him to fuck me. “Please—just let me go, I beg you.”
“Ah… your manners have come back.” He noticed his voice was a low rumble. “Do I have to spank you every time to get you to cooperate with me?”