Bad girls get punished.
I was packing. To go where, I had no idea. I couldn't visit my parents. They would talk about Ian. They always did. And right now, that isn't what I needed. I needed some peace and quiet.
I grabbed my duffle bag, and quickly ran down the stairs. Hailing the first cab that came my way, I was on my way to the airport.
"How may I help you?" The man at the tickets counter asked, his voice bored.
"Which is the next flight?"
"To?"
"Anywhere," I answered, probably sounding crazy. Hell, I felt crazy.
He looked at me in surprise. "We have a flight to Berlin in one hour."
I handed him my credit card, "One ticket to Berlin."
"Ma'am, it's going to take you two hours to get though customs."
I sighed. "Okay. Which flight leaves in three hours then?"
If he was unsure before, he was completely sure now that I was completely insane. "There's one to Dublin."
I nodded. "Okay. Give me a ticket for that one then."
I passed on my details, thankful that I had enough brains to carry my passport with me. I walked into the airport, going straight to the customs. Contrary to what the guy at the tickets counter said, I was done in half and hour.
I had to wait for two hours for my flight. Just fucking great. I took out my phone, putting it on flight mode. This was I would be completely unreachable.
I almost dozed off on the hard plastic chairs, waking up now and then to check the time. But when an hour later, my name was called out on the intercom, I was wide awake.
"Khloe Pearson, please report to the ticket counter. I repeat, Khloe Pearson is needed in the ticket counter."
I was on high alert. What the hell? Did my credit card max out or something? I had to get out of the damn airport to go the ticket counter.
I walked to the ticket counter, nearly letting out a scream when someone pulled my arm and turned me around.
I swallowed back my scream as I saw who it was. Ian Harding. Fuck my life.
"I-Ian? W-What are you doing here?" I stuttered like a bloody fool.
Ian raised his eyebrows. "Do I look fucking stupid to you?"
I shook my head. Ian pulled me into him. "You better brace yourself, kitten. Because this time, I will not let you walk away."
I could only nod, staring at him, eyes wide.
"And now that you did, you know what happens. What happens to bad girls, Khloe?" His voice was cold.
I gulped. "T-They get punished."
Ian narrowed his eyes."And who has been a bad girl?"
"I-I have," I stuttered.
Ian smirked, coldly. "So now, you will get punished."
I was still stunned. How the hell did Ian manage to find me? Last I checked, he was fast asleep. Ian pulled me along with him, to Parker's car. Parker's car? Dread filled me. Did Parker know about us? Did Ian tell him.
I looked over Ian. There weren't any bruises on his body, nor were there any signs indicating that he had fought. His eyes met mine, and I flinched at the coldness in them.
"Get in," he said, gruffly.
I quietly followed, not wanting to get into more trouble. Many people would think that this was an abusive relationship. It wasn't. It was about knowing your partner well enough to know what was good for them.
The relationship we had was about pleasing each other, staying with each other. Trusting the other, as if you were blind. It was about having one set of eyes, one set of ears between two people.
I knew Ian wouldn't do anything that would hurt me. He wouldn't do anything to bring me down. Instead, he made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. He made me feel like no one had ever done before.
"How did you get Parker's car?" I asked, wanting to cut the tension in the car.
"I asked."
"Did you tell him?"
Ian shook his head. "I didn't."
I stayed silent. I didn't know what else to say. We drove to my apartment in silence. Once we got there, Ian's entire demeanour changed. He became the dominant Ian I knew. And loved in my own fucked up way.
"I want you naked, on your bed, in ten minutes." His voice left no room for any arguments whatsoever. I nodded, getting out of the car.
The entire way up to my apartment, my body hummed in anticipation. I didn't know what Ian would do, and the suspense only made it better.
I stripped, and laid down on my bed, closing my eyes. My breathing was already fast, the anticipation killing me.
Somehow, I didn't hear Ian come in. It wasn't until I heard his voice that I realized that he was in the room.
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"Why did you run away this time, Khloe?" Ian's voice was soft, but full of control and dominance.
I stayed silent. I didn't know what exactly to say. My reply would only make him angrier. My eyes focused on his. He took off his shirt, and threw it on the floor. Next, he went to the closet, rummaging through some of my stuff.
He came back with three scarfs, and I look at him with surprise. His eyes told me not to speak. And I didn't. He tied two scarfs around my hands, pulling them as further apart as humanly possible.
Next, he tied the last scarf around my eyes, completely blinding me to the world.
"Now, answer the question," Ian said.
"I don't know," I whispered. I knew he heard me, I could feel the way his body tensed.
"I will spank you, and I want you to count." Ian said, and I could only nod. His first smack landed on my brêast. A low cry escaped my lips.
"I want a fúcking answer, Khloe."
"Yes sir," I moaned.
His next smack was on my other brêast, right above my arôused nípple. I could only moan as he smacked me three more times on my brêasts.
His next smack landed squarely on my pûssy. I moaned louder this time, the sting giving me so much pleasure. He smacked me three more times, until I was whimpering for him to stop.
"This is only an idea of what will happen to you if you run away from me again, kitten." Ian said. His fingers worked on my wêt pûssy, and I bucked into his hands.
"Please!" I muttered, feeling so close to the brimming örgasm.
Just as I was about to cûm, Ian took off his fingers. I wanted to yell at him, tell him to finish what he had started.
But before I could speak those words, he thrust himself into me in one hard thrust, and I moaned loudly.
I felt his lips on my ear, as he continued thrusting into me.
"I will not let you run away this time, Khloe."
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