Chapter 31: 31. Punishing Her With A Slap and Threaning Words Until She Had Enough!

He tightened his grip on her wrists, forcing her to arch her back slightly against the wall.

"You think this is a game?"

"You think this is just some little time out where you get to vent your frustrations?" He let out a breath that felt like a warning. "Every word you spit at me is a notch on the timer."

"Every time you act like you’re better than me, and every time you look at me with that disgusted expression... you’re pushing me closer to hitting ’upload.’"

"And once that second video is out there, ’Madison Reed’ with her boyfriend dies."

"The glamorous, untouchable starlet? Gone, reduced to atoms." Mike grinned. "Replaced by the girl in the leaked video who couldn’t keep her secrets straight."

He leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly intimate murmur that made her skin crawl with dread.

"And don’t think for a second that Kyle is safe in this equation," he added, his eyes boring into hers like daggers. "If you try to play games with me, if you try to resist me or make this harder than it needs to be..."

"I won’t JUST ruin your career, but I’ll FUCKING ruin that bum." Mike started with intimidation now. "I’ll make sure everyone knows he’s the man who was sleeping with a woman who was too busy being ’classy’ to notice she was being blackmailed!"

"I’ll turn his life into a goddamn circus just to watch you weep in sorrow!"

He let the threat hang in the air, thick and suffocating. Madison felt a genuine chill run through her core. The bravado was gone, but she felt small, fragile, and utterly trapped.

The power dynamic had shifted irrevocably. She wasn’t just an actress playing a role anymore, but she was a woman realizing that the man pinning her to the wall wasn’t just a jerk, but he was a monster who could destroy her entire universe with a single tap on a screen.

"Do you understand?" he demanded, his gaze demanding total submission. "Do I make myself clear for exactly what happens if you forget your place?"

Madison replied with a scream. "FUCK YOU AND GO TO HELL, ASSHOLEEE!"

Mike’s patience, which had been a thin veil of control, finally snapped. The defiance in her eyes, the way she still tried to hold her head high despite the terror in her gaze by screaming at him, was an insult to his absolute authority.

He didn’t want her respect anymore, but he wanted her broken.

"You still have so much attitude left in you, don’t you?" Mike growled, his voice vibrating with a dangerously edged anger.

He released her wrists, but before she could even gasp in relief, his large, tanned hands moved with brutal speed. He didn’t strike her face, but instead, he targeted the very thing that made her so vulnerable in her nakedness.

SLAP!

"Ahhhnnn!!!"

The sound of his heavy palm hitting her massive, pale breast echoed like a gunshot in the quiet suite. Madison let out a sharp, startled cry, her body jolting against the wall.

"Ahhhn! Y-You bastard! What the fuck are you—!"

SLAP! SLAP!

He didn’t let her finish. He began to rain rhythmic, stinging slaps against her breasts, his movements rough and unyielding.

He wasn’t being gentle, well he didn’t intend to because he was punishing her for every curse word she had thrown at him and for every ounce of resistance she had shown.

"This is for the ’parasite’ comment,"

SLAP!

"This is for calling me a ’piece of shit’!"

SLAP!

"And this is for thinking you could ever look down on me!"

SLAP!

"Ahhn! Nrrgggh! S-Stop! Pleaseeee...!" Madison wailed, her hands flying up instinctively to cover herself, but he swiped them aside with effortless strength.

The sensation was overwhelming a stinging, throbbing heat that radiated from her chest through her entire torso. It was a mixture of sharp pain and a humiliating, electric jolt of sensation that she couldn’t categorize.

The skin of her breasts, usually so flawless and soft, was rapidly changing. Under the relentless assault of his heavy palms, the pale flesh was turning a deep, angry pink.

As he continued, the marks of his hands began to bloom clearly across her curves, red, swollen imprints of his ownership.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"I’m going to fucking mark you so hard until you’re my property to ruin only!!!"

"Please... Mike... stop! It hurts!" she sobbed, her eyes brimming with tears of genuine pain and overwhelming shame.

She was no longer the poised actress, but she was a woman being physically marked by a man who cared nothing for her dignity. "I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please... forgive me!"

Mike didn’t stop immediately. He watched with a dark, sadistic satisfaction as the reddening marks of his palms became more prominent on her heavy tits.

He wanted to see the evidence of his dominance etched into her very skin.

"Say it again," he commanded, his breathing heavy as he hovered over her, his eyes fixed on the bruised-looking swell of her chest. "Tell me who owns you."

"You do!" she cried out, a broken sob escaping her lips as she bowed her head, her blonde hair falling over her face to hide her shame. "You do, Mike! Please... just stop... you’ve won... please..."

Only when he saw the sheer desperation in her eyes the moment he knew her spirit had been sufficiently bruised alongside her body did he finally cease the assault. He let his hands linger on the heated, reddened skin of her breasts, feeling the frantic thudding of her heart beneath his palms.

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice returning to that terrifyingly calm, dominant purr. "Remember those marks, Madison."

"Every time you look in the mirror tonight... I want you to see exactly who you belong to."

The silence that followed her pleas was anything but peaceful; it hung heavily in the air, thick with the looming threat of renewed violence. Mike did not withdraw.

Instead, he leaned in closer, his imposing shadow completely enveloping her.

Suddenly, he pulled back and swung his fist with explosive force, slamming his knuckles into the wall mere inches from Madison’s ear.

BAM!

The sound was deafening, a violent crack that made the entire wall vibrate. Madison let out a strangled shriek, her entire body recoiling so hard she nearly lost her footing.

Her eyes went wide, staring at the spot where his fist had just been, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps. "P-Please... don’t hurt me even further than this...! I have a shooting schedule for tomorrow...!"

"That wasn’t a good enough apology," Mike growled, his voice dropping to a level of pure, unadulterated menace.

He turned his head to look at her, his eyes burning with a terrifying intensity. "Those were ’please stop’ apologies."

"I don’t want you begging for mercy, Madison!"

"I want you apologizing for your attitude, and I want you acknowledging that you are beneath me." Mike held both her cheeks. "Now, do it again... And this time, make it sound like you actually mean it."

Madison stared at him, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The sting on her breasts was constant, a throbbing reminder of his power, but the fear of that fist hitting her head was even greater.

’He’s really a monster,’ she thought, her mind racing in a frantic, panicked loop. ’A literal, unhinged monster...’

’He doesn’t just want my body, but he wants to break my very soul...’

’He wants me to crawl at his feet and thank him for the privilege of being humiliated. And the worst part... the absolute most terrifying part... is that if I don’t do it, he might actually kill me right here.’

She swallowed hard, her throat feeling tight and dry. ’Fine... Urgh...! Fineeeee!’

’If the price of survival is my pride, then let him have it!’

’Let him take every ounce of my dignity until there’s nothing left but a shell.’

’I’ll do anything! Anything he asks!’

’I’ll be his doll, his pet, his whatever the fuck he wants... as long as he doesn’t hurt me again.’

"I’m sorry, Mike," she whispered, her voice trembling with forced submission. "I’m so sorry for being disrespectful..."

"You’re right... you’re in control. So please... just forgive me."

Mike watched her closely, searching for any hint of lingering sarcasm or hidden defiance in her eyes. For a moment, he seemed satisfied by the brokenness in her tone.

But as Madison lowered her head, a tiny, flickering spark of her old self, the part of her that refused to truly die, surfaced in the depths of her subconscious. Without thinking, the thought escaped her lips in a soft, bitter mumble.

"...just as long as this isn’t forever..."

"If I ever get the chance... once this is over... I’ll make sure you end up behind bars for this shit."

The air in the room instantly froze.

The satisfied smirk vanished from Mike’s face, replaced by a mask of pure, cold fury. His jaw tightened so hard she could almost hear his teeth grinding.

The atmosphere shifted from dominant to lethal in a heartbeat.

"What did you just say?" Mike asked, his voice so quiet it was almost a hiss, a sound far more dangerous than his shouting.

He grabbed her by the waist, his fingers digging painfully into her hips as he hauled her flush against him, his eyes narrowing into slits of dark rage. "Behind bars?"

"You think you can threaten me? You think you can play the victim after you’ve tasted what it’s like to be mine?!"

"N-No...! I didn’t mean to say it...!"

His grip tightened until she winced, his face inches from hers, his breath hot and smelling of dark intent. "Careful, you bitch."

"You just went from a ’transaction’ to a ’war.’ And in a war..."

"...people get destroyed."