I won't let anyone hurt you ever again

Seeing this Silas interjected calmly, his voice deep and authoritative. "Enough. This isn't productive. Kyra, you may return to class. We'll handle this appropriately.” He turned to the principal before she could say anything. “If the student is saying she doesn't feel safe at home around her father. I think we shouldn't take it lightly.” But the damage was done. Kyra flees the office, sobs wracking her frail body, feeling more vulnerable than ever, a pitiful girl crumbling under the weight of insults, her bitter life a cycle of wrongs with no escape.After classes, dread coiled in her stomach as she approached the campus gate. Silas had texted he'd pick her up soon, but there, lurking like a predator, was her father. His bloodshot eyes locked on her, and he charged forward, his massive hand cracking across her face in a brutal slap. "There you are, you thieving bitch!"Pain exploded, stars bursting in her vision as she stumbled. He grabbed her arm, nails digging in, dragging her

Good girl

Kyra's cheek still throbbed as Silas unlocked the door to his apartment. The ride back had been quiet, rain pattering against the windows like a soft drumbeat. She followed him inside, her old sneakers squeaking faintly on the polished marble floor. The space was luxurious, high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, minimalist furniture in shades of gray and black. It felt worlds away from her chaotic old home, and that made her feel even smaller, more out of place."Let's get that bruise looked at," Silas said, his voice steady as he shrugged off his jacket and hung it by the door. He guided her to the living room couch with a gentle hand on her lower back, not pushing, just leading. She sat gingerly, clutching her backpack like a lifeline.He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a first-aid kit, kneeling in front of her with the ease of someone who'd patched up bar brawls more times than he could count. "Tilt your head a bit," he instructed softly. His fingers were cool a

We will go at your pace

Kyra's heart pounded as Silas led her down a hallway she hadn't noticed before, tucked behind a discreet door in his apartment. The air grew cooler, the lighting softer, as they descended a short flight of stairs. "This is my private space," he said quietly, his hand warm around hers. "No one comes here without invitation."She nodded, her fingers tightening slightly in his grip. They were still riding the wave of their earlier conversation, the tea, the encouragement, his serious question about entering his world. Now, it felt real. Too real. Her sneakers padded softly on the carpeted steps, and she kept her eyes down, a faint blush already warming her cheeks.He unlocked a heavy door with a key from his pocket, pushing it open to reveal the playroom. Dim, recessed lights cast a warm amber glow over the space, shadows dancing on the walls. Leather benches gleamed in the center, padded and sturdy, flanked by racks holding floggers with soft tails, coils of rope in neat bundles, and o

Can we go further?

Kyra stood in the center of the playroom, the dim amber lights casting a soft, intimate glow over everything. The space felt alive now, humming with possibility, and her heart fluttered like a trapped bird. Silas's hand still held hers loosely, a grounding anchor amid the array of tools that both intrigued and intimidated her. She shifted her weight, toes curling against the plush rug, her sweater suddenly feeling too warm."Let's start simple," Silas said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. He released her hand and moved to a nearby shelf, selecting items with deliberate care. He watched her closely, attuned to every flicker in her expression, the way her eyes widened slightly, the subtle bite of her lower lip. It delighted him, how her curiosity warred with her shyness, making her seem like a wide-eyed explorer in an unfamiliar land. Appealing, he thought, in that quiet, genuine way that made him want to protect and tease her all at once.He held up a length

All Chapters of Punish Me, Master : Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

I won't let anyone hurt you ever again

Good girl

We will go at your pace

Can we go further?