I hissed after feeling the painful sting on my right ass cheek. I bit my lip from crying out loud as Clark repeatedly hit me with the riding crop, over and over again until I dropped down on the floor, panting and crying.

"You've been such a bad boy, Drew," Clark said and I moaned from how deep and sexy his voice was.

I clenched my fist but remained on the floor. "I – I'm sorry, ugh!"

Another strike on my exposed ass that made me howling in pain. I panted again, tears streaming down my face and onto the floor.

Clark gripped my hair and forced me to come kneeling down again. I grunted, feeling exhausted already but I kept my gaze on the floor, afraid that I'll make him angry again.

It's been quite a while since he punished me like this and as painful as it was, I couldn't help but be aroused from how he's treating me. The dirty words, the insulting names, it was such a turn-on but what made it even sexier was the man doing this to me.

"Not only did you violate my rule, you even have the guts to flirt with a man?" Clark spat in anger. "Don't tell me you've forgotten who you are, you little slut."

I shook my head, crying.

"No! No...I'm really sorry...I didn't mean to – aaaagh!"

The slap he gave me on my face was hard enough to make me cut my bottom lip. Blood trickled down my chin and it made me sob.

I wasn't flirting with that man. Sure he was making a move but I tried my best not to get affected by his obvious antics. I admit I'm a natural flirt but ever since I met Clark, I became faithful and loyal to him but because he's such a possessive, jealous idiot, every time someone talk to me or even look at me with interest, he'll always come and punish me for being a vixen.

Geez, talk about trust issues.

I wouldn't blame him though. I was known for being out-going and friendly, always smiling at strangers. I just want to meet all sorts of people and become friends with them though Clark wasn't gusta with that. He would always kill those people with a deadly glare, wrapping an arm around me to tell everyone who I belong to. It was exasperating but deep inside I knew I'm being loved.

He was my partner, my boyfriend, my dominant. He knew how much I'm into BDSM and he agreed to become my master to satisfy my fetish. He was reluctant at first but after a session with me, Clark became interested. Now, he would always use pain and pleasure to make love and punish me and I couldn't wish for anything anymore.

For Clark, I'm probably the most dangerous person in the world to be humiliated and degraded but it doesn't faze him. He loved me too much that he was willing to walk through fire just to be with me.

I finally gathered the courage to look at that handsome face of his. Those gray eyes that were always looking at me with so much passion, this man was the epitome of perfect. He's got the face that everyone couldn't help but admire, a body that every man was dying to have.

I reached up to take his hand, kissing the back of it while still crying.

"I won't do it again, I promise," I whispered.

I felt Clark's fingers twitched.

Without saying anything, he gently carried me. I instantly hugged him tight, nuzzling my nose on the crook of his neck. He smelled so tempting and it was making me lightheaded.

Clark dropped me on the bed, pulling both my arms above my head. He kissed me on the lips, licking the blood off of it. It hurts but he kept on doing it, licking my lip and gently kissing it. The sound of our breathless moans resonated in the room.

When he pulled away, we stared at each other.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, Drew," Clark mumbled before giving me a longing kiss.

I shook my head and smiled.

"It's okay, you know I love pain," I joked and that made him laugh. Oh how much I loved hearing it.

I caressed his cheek, grinning.

"I love you, Clark."

He stared at me for a second before breaking into a smile.

"Yeah. I love you too, boss."

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