NOVEL NEXT Chapter 13: Perversions
Chapter 13: Perversions
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"It is a known fact that power is not all, sometimes it is intellect and caution that keeps one alive, as opposed to just their strength. As such, we should always strive to perfect ourselves, in every way possible.”
Scholar Archemedues, The Enlightenment
Year 1024
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--POV: Clarissa Chamberlayne—
--Place: Clarissa’s Dorm Room / Time:17:13—
“Do you know why I am angry with you?” Laurence asks calmly as he sits on my back, yes, he is sitting on my back. Right now, I have my elbows, knees and feet on the cold marble floor, as Laurence uses me as a chair.
“B-because I didn’t win?” I really hope that’s the answer, a part of me was afraid he was going to start ignoring me after my failure.
“Haaah” Oh shit, that’s his fed-up sigh. I just screwed up again, damn it. “No, it’s because you were careless”
After a brief pause, he continues “You let your greed for victory take control of you” in the same emotionless voice I have already grown familiar to “You seem to be confused on what victory or defeat means on the battlefield”
Even though Laurence’s weight, which by the way, is really heavy. I’m talking half a ton, kind of heavy. I don’t voice my pain, I don’t tell him that my back is screaming under the pressure. Because he is really, really…..
pissed.
Even though he isn’t showing it, I have learned to identify his mood overtime. “Victory isn’t given to those who destroy the most, or those who kill the most. Victory is given to the last person standing, victory is given to the survivor” Wha- “The greatest accomplishment you can do on the battlefield, is returning alive from it”
What kind of battles did he have to go through, to have that kind of logic? Now that I think about it, I don’t really know anything about him, do I?
“…I’m….sorry….” In the end, the only thing I can do under the pressure of his weight, is apologize.
“Are you now?” He lifts both his legs, that were touching the floor. So he is currently in an L position, with the corner of the L being on my back.
Oh my god…as he removes his legs that were supporting his weight, the pressure on my back increases.
I have been trying to deny it, ever since he last spanked me. But I love this, I want this. His unapologetic attitude as he treats me like nothing more than furniture, like a mere chair, is so fucking….
attractive.
It feels so good, if he knew how fucking wet I am under my training pants, I would die from embarrassment. Luckily, he hasn’t noticed these feelings that I have been having for him lately, something I couldn’t be more thankful for.
I want to be punished by him, but I don’t want him to be angry with me. Does that make sense?
I’m sorry father, your innocent girl has turned into degenerate trash that enjoys getting degraded by her butler. I don’t think I’ll be able to look my father in the eyes after this.
“The match ended in a draw, fortunately for you” Laurence’s sharp voice brings me out of my sexual fantasies, further proving that if I can’t control these desires, Laurence will find out about it.
“However, this won’t always be the case” Laurence continues after only hearing silence “This time, your carelessness cost you victory, next time…” Shit, he is speaking in a sour tone. “It could cost you way more, maybe even your life”
“Promise me you won’t do this again” I can hear the fierceness in his voice, leaving no room for objection.
“I promise” I would rather die than have him leave me.
However, I can’t show him these emotions. Because, if by any chance, he does not accept them, or is disgusted then…….I simply can’t allow it. If he knew about this, he’d probably say something like “As expected of you, you perverted mortal”
I won’t show him these desires, not until he acknowledges me, not until he recognizes me as his property.