| Chapter 2 - Punishment |
| The next night at the club, Lance stayed by Chris and Justin, not wanting to be near the eyes that he could feel glaring at him. He giggled and danced and drank too much, but for the time being he was happy. The dark brown eyes burned into his skin but he never looked over, he knew that in the end he would be punished. He would be punished for having fun, he hadn't asked permission. It didn't take long for the others to decide it was time to go back to the hotel. Lance didn't want to leave; that would mean he would be near his tormentor. Lance walked down the hallway of the hotel with his head down, a hand rested on his back. "Come on. I have to talk to you." Lance could hear the anger in the voice. Lance nodded and allowed himself to be pushed into a room. He kept his head down and he could feel tears well in his eyes. When the door was closed he could feel strong hands on his arms. Hot breath was in his face and he tried to stop the tears, not wanting the eyes to see them. "You�re mine you know." The voice growled. Lance nodded. "You�re going to have to be punished." The voice was close to his ear, making him shiver and the tears no longer restrained. Strong hands reached down and pulled down his jeans. "Lean over the bed." The voice growled and Lance obediently bent over the bed. He could feel the belt being taken off and he bit his lip as it hit him. He winced and tried not to scream as it bit into his flesh over and over again. He continued to sob long after the leather no longer touched his flesh. The strong hands picked him up under his arms and sat him up straight on the bed. "You know I love you but you have to do what I say or next time your punishment will be worse. Like last time." Lance sat staring at the floor, not sure how he was supposed to respond. "I always do what's best for you," the voice said. Running his hand down Lance's back. He leaned in and kissed Lance's cheek. In one liquid motion he had Lance's shirt off and had him lying back on the bed. He stripped Lance of his jeans, boxers, and shoes, leaving him in his socks. He took full advantage of Lance's indifference. Spreading his thighs, he took exactly what he wanted. |