Tyrant's Obsession With The Heiress

Van Merikh's gaze held steady, his face barely just inches away from Lady Karina's. He was massive against her petite form, a fact that was never lost on him. 

But for as tiny as she was, Lady Karina's courage held up quite admirably.

She should have been shrieking and begging for mercy.

But instead, she demanded that he showcase his worst and be done with it.

A small seed of respect had sprouted from Van Merikh.

"If you are not showing fear, then you must be familiar with this and have done this before," Van Merikh remarked, deciding to hurl insults into the mix to see how she would react.

"I have never done this before," Lady Karina clarified, her lovely face mottled pink. "And I told you that I would bear whatever punishment you dealt."

Feisty little thing.

No man had ever had the luxury and privilege of setting their hands on Lady Karina before, lest they risk the judgement of her father and his knights' swords.

No man was ever allowed to defile the spoilt heiress of Moonveil's garrison commander.

Hence, Lady Karina was foreign to the physical concepts of intimacy and the sensations of a man's touch.

Now the hand on her waist grabbed hold, flipping her to lie on her stomach as Van Merikh's body came down over her again.

His right leg, holding quite a bit of muscle mass, lay over her buttocks and thighs while his right hand gripped her right shoulder.

His gaze intensified, inspecting her skin to even see so much as a spot that could be related to her marking.

It was difficult to see in the dark even with his enhanced eyesight.

Lady Karina was as bare as the day she was birthed into the world and as perfect as the heavens themself.

Van Merikh's gaze remained on the back of her golden blonde head, ensuring that his hands avoided any part of her that would undoubtedly feed into his growing lust.

At least for now.

He detested the thought of what would happen if he allowed his curious gaze to wander over Lady Karina's beauty: truth be told, he could already feel himself growing firm despite him trying to control such urges.

"Do you still not have fear in you?" Van Merikh questioned, his voice rough with restraint.

Lady Karina was absolutely terrified.

Her face was buried into the damp straw, her body held firm under Van Merikh's massive form.

She struggled against her tears once more, but she refused to allow him the satisfaction of witnessing her weep with fright before the enemy.

"Nay," Lady Karina breathed. "If you are going to punish me, then get on with it."

Van Merikh paused for a moment, gazing intensely at the back of her head as realisation dawned on him that above his mounting desire, he could feel the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile.

He couldn't help it and God knew that Orpheus Van Merikh, the nightmare of children's sleep, had little to smile about in his barbaric life.

However, in this dank dungeon with an undeniably beautiful naked woman sprawled out beneath him, he found some humour in the situation.

Not in the situation in general; simply in her.

Lady Karina Hyacinth Reinhardt was a fiery spark and for as much as Van Merikh detested bold women who spoke more than their tongues should have allowed them, there was something about her sass that amused him.

His hand on her shoulder began to move and Van Merikh was determined to teach her a lesson that she wouldn't dare to forget.

Why in God's name should he have even bothered with her?

He didn't know.

All Van Merikh was certain of was that he was indeed bothered with her.

His hand travelled down Lady Karina's back, a rough appendage against her silky white skin, which pebbled with tiny bumps under his hand's descent.

Van Merikh was fascinated with the texture of her skin, a feeling foreign to him but he ignored his curiosity, his hand moving to the small of her back as he felt her body tremble.

His gaze shifted from the back of her head finally, looking to follow the actions of his hand and what he intended to do.

His prying gaze lingered on Lady Karina's lower spine, the tender rise where her buttocks began.

It was almost as if she could feel his heated gaze burning into her skin, like it was leaving tiny sparks across every curve and dip.

Van Merikh was painfully aware that his limbs were beginning to blaze with arousal, but he was a formidable man and thus fought against it.

He had a plan after all.

On the other hand, Lady Karina felt her face heat up from how utterly exposed she was. 

None had ever marvelled upon her naked beauty other than her handmaidens whenever they prepared her for important occasions.

Yet now, here she lay bared in shame before a dangerous man.

Van Merikh's hand danced over the swell of her plump buttocks before coming to rest on them. They were sweet, heart-shaped, and perfect in every sense.

He found himself swallowing involuntarily as he ogled them for longer than he should have.

Van Merikh moved his leg aside to gain better access to her buttocks and for the first time, Lady Karina released a noise that sounded suspiciously like a yelp.

He froze; his hand on her buttocks stopped moving, waiting for her to plead for mercy.

But Lady Karina stubbornly made no such plea.

His hand caressed the soft mounds of her buttocks one time, just to see what reaction he could elicit from her.

Lady Karina closed her eyes tightly and pressed her face further into the straw.

And when Van Merikh took notice of her readiness, he lifted his hand up and spanked her soundly.

Lady Karina's head jerked up from the straw and she bit her lip to prevent herself from crying out.

She could feel the burning sting as the sensation, electric, moved sharply across her skin.

By this time, Van Merikh had pushed himself all the way off her, save for his left arm across her back.

"That," he said warningly, "is for your unruly tongue. I told you to curb it and I meant it."

Before Lady Karina could savour time to recover, another whack stung her buttocks, and she bit off another help.

What sort of punishment was this?

"That is for your father," Van Merikh remarked, his expression as cold and hard as stone.

Another sharp spank came down mercilessly.

Was he not going to rob her of her innocence and defile her purity against her will?

"And that is for resisting my army," Van Merikh finished.

By the time the punishment concluded with the third and final slap, Lady Karina's sore buttocks were a vibrant red.

After all, Van Merikh had a big hand and a hard strike.

Tears sprang to Lady Karina's eyes and she squeezed them shut, even as he flipped her onto her back once again and grabbed her by her arms.

Suddenly, she was gazing into his hypnotic dual-coloured orbs, terrified and furious all at the same time due to the humiliation she faced.

Van Merikh's expression was stoic as he glared back at her.

"Now get your clothes back on," he growled. "You will accompany me back to the keep, where we will speak on the riches that are now mine."