The Only Exception (Book 3)

"Red"

Ben's Pov:

"I think you're a liar Benny. And what do I do to liars?"

"You punish them," I whispered.

"And you deserve to be punished. Don't you?"

"Yes Master."

"So beg for it."

"What?" I asked, not expecting him to say that.

"You said you wouldn't come back and yet here you are, being an inconvenience. So you better beg for your punishment or I'll send you home showered in praise."

I gasped as a flood of slick ran down my thighs. My Dom was really on his game today and it was intoxicatingly sexy. He was going to degrade me to nothing and it was probably going to hurt and I was so grateful for it. Today had been soul crushing and I needed him to remove all the pressure I was under and I also needed to release some emotional turmoil and self loathing. I needed my Master to break me down and break me free and from the sound of things, this scene was going to be soooo good.

"You used to last months before I saw you again. What? Only a couple years ago? But now you've barely made it a month. Sometimes you can be such a disappointment."

I nodded vigorously at his words, needing to hear them. What he said was true. Even though I should be filling my time with trying to find a mate or even having a bond arranged for me by the Queen, instead, I was sneaking off to be punished by my Master.

"Please Master, I require punishment," I whimpered, keeping my eyes on the floor as I knelt beneath him, still fully clothed.

"Do you want me to walk away right now boy?! Do better," my Master commanded with a smack to my cheek.

"Please punish me! I've been so bad. I need to feel your wrath!" I begged, leaning forward to kiss his shoes.

With one of his feet he pinned me to the ground by my neck, "You call this begging? Do I need to get another sub in here to teach you what to do?" He threatened. Then he moved me back into position with his shoe before spitting in my face. I cringed as it dripped down my cheek. I hated being spit on. It was disgusting and degrading but it still pleased me when my Dom did it. I was so fucked up.

"Master Please! I'll do anything you want! I swear it, just punish me! I- I'm yours completely. Do whatever you want to me. Break me if that is your will. Make me cry, make me dirty, make me bleed! Take me straight to the edge and leave me with the marks of your discipline, so that I may consider my mistakes for days after your through with me. Please!" I begged, trying my absolute hardest.

"Hmm, well let me see what I'm dealing with then," he replied sounding bored.

I quickly moved to remove my pants but he stopped me.

"First of all, you didn't ask permission to remove those. You're really asking for it today aren't you?" I trembled as I cautiously nodded, feeling slightly on edge for breaking such a simple rule and I hope I paid for it. "Secondly," he continued, "I want your shirt off first."

I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to obey. When I'd hurried to my Master I'd forgotten about the fact that I was injured, which was sort of ironic since it was my driving reason for coming to the dungeon tonight. I'd been attacked earlier in the day by a patient. A very important patient who also happened to be an omega. He'd bitten my shoulder and the wound, while not as bad as it should have been, was still deep and painful and frankly, given the state of the omega in question, it was a very impressive bite my shoulder bore. It would probably scar. Unfortunately, the dungeon had certain rules about not playing with injured clients.