Fallen 35

Fallen 35 Summary

 

Meadow experiences a complex blend of fear and anticipation as she prepares to face Alaric’s punishment—a whipping with his leather belt. Despite the tension and her initial apprehension, she secretly desires the punishment, craving the intensity of the moment. When Alaric instructs her to lower her panties and bend over the desk, she complies, surrendering control to him fully, knowing that saying no could have dire consequences for Tyler.

 

As Alaric begins to whip her, the pain is sharp and overwhelming, yet it quickly mingles with a surprising wave of pleasure that leaves Meadow trembling. The dynamic between them is charged with desire, and Alaric’s firm commands and close presence heighten her arousal even as he inflicts the punishment. Meadow’s conflicted emotions—pain, pleasure, fear, and longing—intertwine as she submits to Alaric’s control.

 

Throughout the punishment, Alaric asserts his dominance and issues a stern ultimatum: Meadow must block and delete Tyler’s number and cease all contact with him, threatening dire consequences if she disobeys. Despite the intensity of the whipping, Meadow is desperate for more, caught in the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure, but Alaric refuses to let her reach climax under his hand, maintaining strict control over the situation.

 

In the end, Alaric releases Meadow with a cold warning and leaves the room, leaving her trembling and overwhelmed by the lingering sensations and the powerful emotions stirred by the punishment. The chapter closes on the tension of their complex relationship, marked by control, desire, and the consequences of Meadow’s choices.

CHAPTER 0035

Meadow’s Perspective:

A strange mix of fear and anticipation churned inside me as I faced the inevitable—Alaric was about to punish me. Not just any punishment, but a spanking. No, not merely a spanking—he was going to whip me, using that expensive leather belt of his. The thought alone sent a rapid pulse throbbing at my neck, making my heart race uncontrollably.

Slowly, I turned around, my breath catching as I bent over the desk, resting my cheek against the cold, unforgiving wood. The air between us thickened with tension, heavy and charged, as I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for him to break the silence. For him to say something—anything.

He couldn’t possibly be pleased with what I’d done, all in the name of saving Tyler. Surely, this wasn’t what he wanted. But deep inside, I knew the truth. I wanted this. I wanted it so badly that the heat pooling between my thighs had been burning for quite some time now.

Finally, Alaric cleared his throat, his voice low and rough when he spoke. “Now, reach down and pull your panties down.”

My body stiffened. This was the moment—the instant I lowered my panties, I was handing over control to him. He would punish me on his terms, stopping only when he chose to. That should have terrified me, made me say no. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

Saying no would mean Tyler’s death. And Alaric wasn’t the kind of man to bluff or break a promise. But that wasn’t the only reason. I wanted this. I wanted to see exactly how far he would take me.

With trembling fingers, I lifted my shirt, bunching it around my waist, then slowly slid my panties down, exposing myself to him completely.

A low groan escaped Alaric’s lips, sending shivers across my skin. My thighs clenched instinctively as I felt him move closer, his presence pressing against me.

“Fuck, Meadow,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

I bit back a whimper, feeling the soft fabric of his slacks brush against the backs of my thighs. He was right behind me now, so close I could feel his breath on my skin.

“Spread your feet,” he commanded, nudging my legs apart with his own before I had a chance to obey.

“I’m going to whip you, Meadow,” he said, his voice low and rough. A shiver ran down my spine as he dragged the folded belt slowly down my back. “This won’t be playful or gentle. It will hurt.” He paused, waiting for a response.

Maybe I should have protested. Maybe I should have begged him to stop. But I stayed silent.

I swallowed hard as he continued. “I usually insist on safe words. But not with you. Not tonight. Tonight is different. You understand that, right?”

I nodded, feeling my mouth go dry and my heart pound harder. Was I really this eager to be punished? The thought startled me.

“No,” he growled, slamming his hand down on the desk beside my face—the same hand gripping the belt. I gasped at how close it was. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” I said, my voice trembling. “I understand.”

He pulled back, and my heart hammered against the wood. I held my breath, bracing for what was coming.

The sharp whistle of the belt slicing through the air was my only warning before it struck hard against my bare skin.

A scream tore from my throat as the pain exploded—sharp, stinging, throbbing all at once.

“Count,” Alaric instructed, his tone hoarse and detached.

I took a few seconds to steady my ragged breathing, clenching my teeth against the sting.

Fuck, that hurt.

The belt came down again, and I jerked forward, another scream escaping me. “Alaric—”

“I said count, Meadow.”

“Two,” I ground out through clenched teeth.

“No. One. You disobeyed me the first time,” he corrected, his voice stern. I curled my fists so tightly I could feel my nails digging into my palms.

“One,” I gasped again. The sharp pain slowly dulled to a persistent ache, and then, unexpectedly, a wave of pleasure swept through me, making my entire body tremble.

Oh god, I wanted more.

Alaric widened my stance with a firm kick of my feet, muttering, “Good girl.”

Then the belt came down once more, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as the hard fabric of my shirt rubbed against my hardened nipples.

“Two.”

A deep groan rumbled from Alaric’s chest, and I felt my core clench tightly, desperate for some kind of friction.

“What was that, baby?” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear as he pressed closer. “You sound like you’re enjoying this. Are you?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, embarrassed by my own admission, but I answered softly, “Yes.”

Alaric hummed approvingly and kicked my feet even wider apart. “I’ll have to see for myself, won’t I?” he murmured.

Suddenly, I realized he was kneeling behind me, his breath hot against my wet clit. “Alaric…” I whimpered, arching my back instinctively, trying to push toward his mouth.

But he stopped me with a gentle scold. “Don’t be naughty now,” he tutted, his hands resting firmly on my thighs.

“Please,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper. I wanted him so badly—wanted his mouth on me.

But he ignored my plea.

Instead, he said, “I think you like being punished, Meadow.” A gasp escaped me as his words seemed to caress my very core. “Look how wet and ready you are for me.”

“Then do something about it,” I said, my voice rough with need. I immediately regretted the command—Alaric didn’t appreciate being ordered around.

But I couldn’t help myself. I was so incredibly turned on.

His breath left me, and I felt him rise to his feet.

“Bold of you to make demands while still under punishment, Meadow.”

“I’m s—”

Before I could finish, the belt came down hard on my ass cheeks again, harder than before.

“Three!” I cried out, my voice trembling. “Three…”

He struck me again, and again, and again. But the pleasure didn’t fade. No—it only grew stronger.

By the ninth strike, my body was trembling, caught between pain and pleasure in a dizzying dance.

Suddenly, he spoke, his voice dark and calm, sending a chill down my spine. “You will block Tyler’s number.”

“You will delete it.”

“And if I ever find out you’ve spoken to him—on the phone or otherwise—I will kill him, Meadow. Are we clear?”

I was panting, my ass burning, my core throbbing with need. I wanted him. No—needed him. His touch. Yet he hadn’t touched me once.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes. I won’t talk to him.”

“Good,” he said firmly. “Because you’re mine, Meadow. And I don’t like it when people mess with what’s mine.”

He lashed the belt down again, the force telling me this was the final stroke. It pushed me even closer to the edge.

My eyes burned as I whispered, “Ten.”

For a long moment, silence hung between us before Alaric finally spoke. “Alright. I think you’ve had enough punishment for one night.”

“No,” I said desperately. I needed more. This couldn’t be the end.

“I’m so close.”

“Alaric, please…”

“Please what?”

“More,” I begged.

His silence stretched on so long I thought he might relent. But then he delivered a blunt, “No.”

My heart sank, but I didn’t turn around. I wasn’t ready to see his refusal.

“No? Alaric, I was—”

“I know,” he interrupted. “One more lash of my belt and you’d have come all over my bedroom floor.”

I felt his body press against my back, then his hands gently lifted me up. His chest was warm against mine, and his hand curled around my neck as he whispered roughly into my ear, “But it wouldn’t be a punishment anymore, would it?” His other hand moved to my already sore ass, making me hiss.

“I won’t let you come, baby.”

Then he released me.

“At least, not by my hand,” he said coldly. “I’m feeling generous enough to let you do that all by yourself.”

And with that, he strode through the door, leaving me trembling behind him, caught in the delicious tension of pain and pleasure still coursing through my body.