Chapter 4 Obey Me In Room 406 - 4

• Chapter 4 - Punish Me, Please
• I wake up to the scent of him.
• Not just his skin. But his sheets, his shirt wrapped around my body, his cum still seeping down my thighs.
• My pussy aches—used, pulsing with memory.
• He’s already up.
• I hear the shower running and my pulse quickens.
• I should leave. I should get dressed, walk out, and never look back.
• But I don’t.
• Instead, I rise from the bed and follow the sound of water like a moth to flame.
• The bathroom door is open. Steam spills out in curls.
• He stands under the spray, facing away, water running down every inch of his muscled back.
• I don’t announce myself.
• I step in.
• Naked. Quiet.
• My hands slide around his waist.
• He doesn’t flinch.
• “I was wondering when you’d crawl back.”
• His voice is deep and sharp, like velvet laced with blades.
• “You made me ache,” I whisper.
• He turns.
• Water slicks his dark hair back. His jaw is sharp, his lips slightly parted, his eyes locked on mine like I’m a prize he hasn’t finished breaking yet.
• “You liked being denied, didn’t you?”
• I nod.
• “Say it.”
• “I loved being teased. In public. Controlled.”
• “You’re filth.”
• “And you make me worse.”
• He slams me against the shower wall with one hand around my throat, just enough pressure to thrill but not bruise.
• “Beg me to use you.”
• I shiver.
• “Please. Fuck me. Punish me. Break me if you want to.”
• His growl vibrates against my skin.
• He drops to his knees and licks me.
• Rough and fast.
• No buildup. No mercy.
• His tongue flicks over my clit in tight, punishing circles, then plunges deep into my core.
• I cry out, the sound bouncing off the tiles.
• My hands claw into his hair.
• “You’re already soaked,” he mutters, voice muffled against my pussy. “You were dreaming about me, weren’t you?”
• “Yes,” I pant. “I woke up wet.”
• “You’re always wet for me.”
• His hands spread my thighs wider, lifting one leg over his shoulder as he buries himself deeper.
• Every lick is brutal.
• Fast. Desperate. Addictive.
• I come in seconds.
• But he doesn’t stop.
• He keeps going, licking through the aftershocks, driving me straight into another.
• I scream his name, hips jerking, toes curling on the wet tiles.
• He finally stands. Wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then slaps my ass hard.
• Once. Twice.
• I whimper and fall into his chest.
• “I’m not done with you.”
• He doesn’t take me to the bed this time.
• He takes me to the full-length mirror on the closet door.
• Bends me over the dresser. Forces me to watch.
• “Look at yourself.”
• My reflection stares back—flushed, lips parted, collar snug around my throat like a neon sign screaming ‘owned’.
• He rubs the head of his cock against my slit.
• “You know what I see?” he asks.
• I swallow.
• “What?”
• “A dirty little slut who begged to be filled in public and loved every fucking second of it.”
• He thrusts deep inside me.
• I moan, watching my reflection tremble.
• He grabs my hair, forces me to keep my eyes open.
• “Don’t look away.”
• I don’t.
• Even when he pounds into me harder than he ever has.
• Even when he slaps my breast, then grips my throat, fingers digging in possessively.
• Even when he talks—filthy, dominant, raw.
• “You wanted punishment?”
• “Yes.”
• “You want to be used?”
• “Yes, sir.”
• “You’ll never be able to fuck anyone else again. You’ll ruin yourself for every man who isn’t me.”
• “I already am.”
• He loses it then.
• Slams into me with such force, the dresser rocks against the wall.
• My orgasm is messy, loud, and long.
• He doesn’t pull out.
• He spills deep inside me, still gripping my throat as his eyes stay locked on my reflection.
• “Mine,” he growls.
• We lie tangled on the floor afterward.
• Naked. Sweaty.
• He drapes one arm over my waist. The other trails fingers lazily up and down my back.
• “I should leave,” I whisper.
• “Why?”
• “Because I don’t know who I’m becoming with you.”
• “You’re becoming honest.”
• I turn my head to look at him.
• “I don’t do relationships.”
• “Good,” he says without missing a beat. “Because this isn’t one.”
• “Oh?”
• “This is ownership.”
• I shiver.
• “You’re serious.”
• “I told you what I want. You obey. You come. You beg. That’s the deal.”
• “No feelings?”
• “None.”
• My chest twists. But it’s exactly what I told myself I wanted too.
• So why does his detachment sting?
• Later that night, he tells me not to come back for three days.
• A rule. A test, of course.
• “Keep the collar on,” he says. “Sleep in it. Touch yourself if you want, but you don’t get to come unless I give permission.”
• “And if I do?”
• “I’ll know.”
• “You can’t possibly—”
• “I’ll know.”
• I nod.
• He kisses me. But it’s not tender.
• It’s a warning.
• Three days later, I’m back in Room 406.
• Panting. Desperate.
• I didn’t last more than twenty-four hours without touching myself.
• And I came. Twice.
• I’m ashamed of how easily I gave in. How needy I became.
• When he opens the door, I drop to my knees without a word.
• He looks down at me coldly.
• “You disobeyed.”
• “Yes.”
• “You came without permission.”
• I nod.
• “Twice,” I admit.
• His jaw tightens.
• “I warned you.”
• “I’m sorry,” I whisper, lowering my eyes.
• He steps aside.
• “Get in.”
• The punishment starts the second the door shuts.
• He grabs a black silk scarf from the drawer and blindfolds me, then cuffs my wrists behind my back.
• I hear him circling me. Hear drawers open and close.
• I don’t know what he’s going to do, and I love that.
• He pushes me onto the bed.
• “Face down.”
• I comply, ass up, thighs spread. I feel cool air as he parts me.
• Then…
• Crack.
• A crop lashes across my left cheek.
• I cry out.
• Crack.
• Right side.
• He doesn’t stop until I’m trembling—my skin hot and stinging, my pussy dripping and twitching.
• He leans down.
• “Are you going to come without permission again?”
• “No.”
• “Are you mine?”
• “Yes.”
• “Say it.”
• “I’m yours, sir.”
• He removes the blindfold.
• And finally—finally—he fucks me.
• No games. No teasing.
• Just raw, punishing thrusts that fuck the lesson deep into my bones.
• I scream with every stroke.
• Begging. Crying. Cumming until I forget my own name.
• He finishes inside me again, lips pressed against the back of my neck.
• “You learn fast,” he murmurs.
• I smile through the haze.
• “I aim to please.”
• He kisses the side of my face.
• “You do.”