Page 80 of Unhinged Obsession

She was my possession, and she needed to behave. For some stupid reason, I thought she was adjusting to her situation and becoming more relaxed. I guess I was wrong. She was unhappy, and I believe she was behaving to bide her time.

I allowed her more freedom, permitting her to roam around the house. I wanted her to be as happy as possible in her predicament until we left.

She should consider herself lucky that I even gave an ounce of shit about her damn feelings.

Her words made my blood run cold. I wasn’t even that upset with her about the floating devices; her threat of leaving sent me into a rage.

I warned her not to test my temper, but she pushed anyway. Now, her ass has paid for her shitty attitudeagain. I waited for her to calm down before I picked her up in my arms. She didn’t flinch or try to fight.

Yara was sitting quietly, eyeing me. Her voice was steady and unwavering, even though she just witnessed me spanking my prisoner. I am positive what she saw didn’t bother her in the least. She is as ruthless as I am.

“Although that was quite the scene, Atlas, I think it’s time for me to leave. I will be in touch at somepoint tomorrow. Would you mind letting me out?”

I nodded.

“As you can see, I have my hands full. The remote is under the mat on the Tiki bar. Push the button, then bring it here and put it in my pocket."

She unlocked the door, brought the remote to me, and placed it in my pocket as instructed. After Yara was gone, I headed for the stairs.

Kitten's arms were looped around my neck as I carried her to her room. She was still crying softly when I laid her on the bed, being sure to lay her on her stomach. It was time to assess the damageonce more. If only she would keep her damn mouth shut. I wouldn’t be doling out spankings like free candy at a charity event.

At least not without pleasuring her at the same time. I could see just under her cheeks was a deep crimson. I sighed, grabbing the ointment from the nightstand.

“Kitten, get on your hands and knees, please.”

I kept my voice steady, making sure not to raise it. Her punishment was over. I didn’t want her to think I was still upset, even though I remained slightly rattled. Without her usual attitude, she kneeled on all fours.

She didn’t look back or make eye contact. I knew she was still pissed at me for spanking her, but she knew better. This wasn’t her first rodeo with me. Her anger stems more from the fact that I did it in front of Yara. I’ve spanked her before, and she wasn’t this upset with me. I removed her bikini bottom, throwing it aside.

I inspected the consequences of her bratty mouth. Her bottom was red, but the skin was still intact. There was going to be some bruises. Once I apply the ointment, she will feel better. This stuff works wonders in alleviating pain and healing the skin quickly. I slathered a good amount of the cream on my hands and massaged it into her flaming orbs.

She jerked forward, wincing.

“Shhh, Kitten. The burning will go away shortly. I know it hurts, but try to stay still.”

She was sniffling and crying quietly, which she often did around me. I grabbed a Kleenex from the nightstand and handed it to her. “Here, precious.”

She snatched the tissue from my hand, blew her nose, then bunched it into her small fist and threw it at me. She’s a little fucker sometimes, always has to assert herself in some way.

I almost laughed but kept calm, removing the snot rag from the mattress and chucking it into the wastebasket. Maybe I deserved that, so I let it go. Her ass was already in tough shape; I wouldn't make it worse.

As I continued kneading the ointment deeper into her flesh, I disregarded her little display of rebellion. I was getting turned on like a desperate schoolboy. I haven’t fucked her in over a week. Of course, I could do anything I wanted with her if I chose to, but I wasn’t interested in putting her through anything else right now. I know I deserve whatever she throws my way, but that isn’t part of the plan here.

I've let her get away with a little more each time she fought me. She was chipping away at pieces of the wall I built around my heart. I am going to have to shut that shit right down. Shewilllearn how to please me and obey.

If making her ass black and blue every week is what it takes, then so be it. I am game. Nothing turns me on more than leaving my marks on her.

“Does that feel better, Kitten?”

She nodded without speaking.

I sighed again, this time in anger. “Answer me. I don’t enjoy talking to the back of your head.”

She gasped slightly before turning to the side to look at me. “Yes, Atlas, it feels a little better. Thank you.”

She was a mess. A small, beautiful disaster. Her eyes were red, and her hair was a sweaty, tangled tragedy.

“Get off the bed. You need a shower.”