Chapter 11: First Night

Ren’s POV

Who knew a man who could wield a gun could be this soft? I had clearly assumed the worst. He had apologized for leaving me alone, fed me, and now… his room. Oh my gosh.

It was insane. Dark tones everywhere, a massive queen-sized bed with dark blue velvet sheets, a chandelier carved like a rose above us, and a huge mirror on the ceiling directly over the bed. I didn’t even know what to think.

“You’ll be staying in my room from now on,” he told me. “I don’t stay here much. I usually stay at the penthouse — the one you ran from that night. We’ll go back there soon.”

I nodded, then asked softly, “Can I take a shower?”

“You never have to ask me anything, kitten. What’s mine is yours.”

Tears slipped down my face as I leaned into him. “You’re the first to treat me like I matter. It’s only ever been Ayesha who cared for me.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I’m here until you don’t want me anymore.”

I whispered against his chest, “I’ll never not want you.”

He chuckled. “Never say never, darling.”

I rolled my eyes before he lifted my chin to look at him. “Don’t forget, I said I was going to give you a mild punishment for your smart mouth.”

I froze. I thought he was joking.

Seeing me tense, he asked, “Or do you not want me to punish you?”

I shook my head. Honestly, I wanted it. He made me feel and want things I didn’t know I would. I couldn’t wait.

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‎I ran off to the bathroom, heart hammering. His voice followed me: “There’s a robe in there. Use it when you come out. Nothing underneath.”

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‎My breath hitched. I showered quickly, but my mind wouldn’t stop replaying that first night — his hands, his voice, the way he had completely owned me but I still doubted that this entire thing was real. I mean look at my tummy, ass so fat, round hips. I'm nothing like those twinks gay men like, "hmmm" I sighed out. By the time I stepped out and slipped on the robe; nothing underneath, just like he ordered—not like I had any spare. I was already half-hard again.

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‎Kai was waiting, seated on the edge of the bed already showered and in only the black silk pajama pants. The sight of his bare chest and the way the fabric hung low on his hips made my mouth dry.

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‎He stood up and walked over to me slowly, like a predator.

‎“I’m going to spank you as punishment,” he said, voice low and calm. “It’ll be a mild sting but an absolute pleasure for you. If you don’t want this, speak now.”

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‎I stayed silent. I wanted it. I wanted him to take control, to make me feel something other than shame and fear.

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‎He continued, “Twenty-five strikes. Each one harder than the last. I’m punishing you for five things today: not answering me with words, your smart mouth, springing the surprise marriage on me, rolling your eyes at me, and running away from me after the night we had sex.”

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‎My breath caught. He really had been keeping count.

‎“I’m not holding a grudge,” he said softly, reading me. “It’s so you don’t do it again. Don’t assume things. Don’t run from me.”

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‎I nodded.

‎“Traffic light system. Green = keep going. Yellow = slow down. Red = stop. Today I’ll stop even if you don’t say red, since this is new. Understood?”

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‎“Yes, Sir.”

‎“Get on my lap. Ass up, upper body on the pillow to my left. I’ll lift your robe, but next time I expect you completely naked.”

‎“Yes, Sir.”

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‎I crawled over his lap, face burning as I positioned myself. He lifted the robe, exposing my bare ass. He cursed under his breath, voice rough with lust.

‎“Fuck… look at you. So soft and plump for me.”

‎His big palm rubbed over my ass, squeezing the flesh, spreading my cheeks. I whined, already leaking against his thigh. He spread me wider, exposing my hole to the cool air. I jerked when I felt his hot breath on it.

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‎“Please…” I begged, voice breaking.

‎“Please what, kitten?”

‎“Please, Daddy.”

‎“What do you want me to do?”

‎“Punish me… please.”

‎“Do I punish you like my very own slut? Spank this fat, pretty ass until it’s red and throbbing, until you’re crying and begging for release like the desperate little whore you are for me?”

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‎“Yes… please, yes, Daddy.”

‎“After each strike, you count and thank me. ‘Thank you, Daddy.’ Understood?”

‎“Yes, Daddy.”

‎The first smack landed — firm but not too hard.

‎“One. Thank you, Daddy.”

‎By the fifteenth, tears were streaming down my face, but I was rock hard and leaking all over his thigh. My body was on fire. I needed to cum so badly, but I didn’t even know what I needed — just more. My hole kept clenching around nothing, aching to be filled. But I felt myself loosen at the next strike, like my brain had stopped working hard and all I could do was feel.

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‎At the twentieth, I was sobbing openly, rubbing my cock against his thigh as I kept throbbing painfully. Every strike sent sparks through my entire body.

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‎On the twenty-fifth, his hand came down hard.

‎“Cum for me, kitten.”

‎That was all it took.

‎I came with a broken cry, my whole body shaking as pleasure crashed through me in waves. I felt myself squirt a little, making a mess on his thigh, but I couldn’t stop. My vision went white. My brain felt fuzzy and floaty, like I was floating outside my body.

‎Kai rubbed my stinging ass gently as I came down, whispering soft praise against my hair.

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‎“That’s it… good boy. So perfect for me.”

‎I couldn’t form words. All I could do was tremble and cling to him as sleep pulled me under. And all i could summon was, 'I'm fucked'

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