Novel Full Chapter 285: The Punishment
Chapter 285: The Punishment
“Good girl.”
The praise didn’t just soothe her; it rewired her. The shame of the confession evaporated, replaced by the heavy, narcotic weight of submission. She wasn’t the CEO anymore.
She wasn’t the imposter. She was just… his.
Alex’s hand slid from her stinging flank to her hip, his grip firm, claiming ownership.
“Since you told the truth,” he murmured, his voice a low, velvet rumble that vibrated against her chest. “And since you were such a good girl…”
He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“Don’t you think you deserve a reward?”
Helena’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering open. “A… reward?”
“Mmm.”
Alex stepped back. The air in the room seemed to crackle as the distance opened between them.
“Watch,” he commanded.
Slowly, deliberately, his hands went to the buttons of his shirt.
Helena watched, mesmerized, as he undid them one by one. Her mouth went dry. When he shrugged the fabric off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor, the air left her lungs.
He was magnificent.
His chest was a landscape of hard, sculpted muscle, dusted with dark hair that trailed down a flat stomach, disappearing into the waistband of his trousers. His shoulders were broad, powerful… violence wrapped in skin.
Helena stared, her hands itching to touch him, her body throbbing with a renewed, primitive ache.
“Do you like what you see, Helena?” he teased, his voice dropping an octave.
“Yes,” she whispered, unable to look away.
“God, yes.”
“Then let’s see if you can handle the rest.”
His hands went to his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle echoed in the silent room like a loaded gun.
Helena’s pulse spiked. She watched him undo the zipper, the sound tearing through the tension. He pushed his trousers and boxer briefs down in one smooth, confident motion.
And then, he was naked.
Helena’s eyes bulged. Her jaw actually dropped.
She had expected him to be big. The way he walked, the way he commanded the room… it all screamed potency. But this?
This was a monolith.
His erection sprang free, heavy and thick, pulsing with a dark, angry vein that ran the length of the shaft. It was intimidatingly large, a weapon of flesh that looked too brutal to fit inside anyone, let alone her.
“Alex…” she breathed, the word trembling on her lips. “It’s… it’s too big.”
“Is it?”
He didn’t give her time to process the fear or the awe.
He stepped forward, closing the distance instantly. Before she could retreat, he grabbed her waist.
“Ah!”
She yelped as he lifted her effortlessly off the floor. He handled her like she weighed nothing, turning her in his arms with terrifying ease and slamming her down onto the mahogany table… not on her back this time, but on her stomach.
“Ass up,” he commanded.
Helena scrambled to obey, her instincts screaming at her to please him. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, her emerald gown bunched around her waist, her bare, red-tinged ass presented high in the air.
“Face the door,” he ordered, gripping her hair and forcing her head up. “Keep your eyes open.”
Helena stared at the golden handles of the double doors, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was fully displayed, her most vulnerable parts open to him.
But Alex wasn’t looking at the door. He was looking at her.
He leaned over her back, his heavy chest pressing against her spine, his hot breath ghosting over her ear.
“You told me the truth, Helena,” he whispered, his voice losing its warmth. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you tried to deceive me.”
His hand slid down her back, over the curve of her buttocks.
“You and your boss… plotting. Scheming. Trying to play me for a fool.”
He trailed a finger down the cleft of her ass, stopping right at the tight, puckered ring.
Helena flinched, a jolt of electricity… and terror… shooting through her.
“You should be punished for that, don’t you think?”
He pressed his thumb against the hole. Not inside, but putting pressure on the gate.
“A lie that big…” he murmured, leaning forward so she could feel the massive, hot length of his erection pressing against her cheeks. “…deserves a punishment that fits. I think I should stretch you open until you scream.”
Helena panicked.
The image of his cock… that thick, vein-roped monster she had just seen… flashed in her mind. And now he was pressing against her ass?
“No!” she gasped, trying to wiggle away, but his weight pinned her down. “Alex, no! It won’t fit! Please!”
She was terrified. She had barely been able to handle the thought of taking him in her pussy.
But her ass? That tight, unyielding space? It would tear her apart. It would be agony.
“Please,” she begged, tears springing to her eyes. “I can’t… I’m scared… please don’t!”
Alex chuckled… a dark, cruel sound that vibrated through her bones.
“You don’t look very keen on it.”
“I’m not! I can’t take it!”
“Too bad,” he whispered, pressing his thumb harder, threatening to breach her. “I’m going to do it anyway. Someone needs to pay for this little game. My cock is hard, Helena, and it needs a tight, warm place to bury itself.”
Helena let out a sob of pure fear.
“But…” Alex paused, easing the pressure just a fraction. “Maybe it doesn’t have to be you.”
Helena froze. “What?”
“I said, I’m going to fuck someone in the ass on this table tonight,” Alex declared, his tone absolute. “That part is non-negotiable. I need to break someone. I need to ruin them.”
He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
“But if you agree to help me…” He dragged his hand from her ass to her hip, squeezing possessively.
“…maybe we can give that honor to your boss.”
Helena’s mind stopped spinning.
Vivienne.
She thought about her cousin. She thought about the woman who had orchestrated this entire humiliating evening. The woman who sat in the office while Helena did the grunt work. The woman who was currently playing the innocent assistant while Helena lay here exposed and terrified.
’Why should I save her?’
The thought bloomed in Helena’s mind, dark and vindictive.
Vivienne had put her in this position. Vivienne had made her lie. Vivienne was the reason she was trembling on a table.
And the thought of the “Great Vivienne Vanderbilt”… uptight, arrogant, controlling… being bent over this table and forced to take that monstrous cock up her ass… forced to scream and beg while Helena watched…
It wasn’t just a relief. It was justice.
A twisted smile tugged at Helena’s lips. The fear evaporated, replaced by a malicious anticipation.
“Yes,” she whispered, breathless.
“Yes?” Alex prompted, sensing her turn.
“Do it to her,” Helena hissed, her voice trembling not with fear, but with excitement.
“She deserves it. It was her plan. She should take the punishment.”
“You want me to ruin her?”
“Yes! Break her. Stretch her open. I want to see her struggle.”
Alex grinned against her neck. He pulled back, slapping her ass one last time… not as a punishment, but as a seal on their dark contract.
”Good choice, Helena.”
He didn’t give her a second to breathe. His hands clamped onto her waist with bruising force, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Before she could process what was happening, he yanked her backward.
”Ah!”
Helena cried out, tears pricking her eyes at the sudden, rough violence of the motion.
She slid helplessly across the smooth mahogany. Her knees dragged over the wood until they slipped off the edge, her feet slamming onto the floor. She scrambled for purchase, her hands clawing at the tablecloth, gripping the edge of the table for dear life as he bent her completely in half.
She was trapped. Her torso was pinned flat against the cool table, her face pressed into the silk runner, while her legs were spread wide on the floor, her ass sticking out, perfectly positioned for him.
”Stay down,” he growled, pressing a heavy hand between her shoulder blades to keep her pinned.
Helena sobbed, a mix of fear and overwhelming arousal. She felt small.
Conquered.
Then, she felt him.
Alex stepped in close behind her. His heavy thighs slotted against the backs of hers, trapping her against the table. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, scorching her bare skin.
But it was the pressure between her legs that made her heart stop.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet, exposed slit.
”Oh God…” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.
Even though he wasn’t aiming for her ass, the sheer size of him was terrifying. She could feel the width of the head, the pulsing vein, the unforgiving hardness of him pressing against her sensitive folds. It felt like a battering ram waiting to breach the gates.
”Alex…” she gasped, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the table edge. “It’s… it’s too big… please…”
”Shh…”
He leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
”Don’t worry,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a deceptive, soothing purr. “I’ll go easy on you.”
He ran a calming hand down her trembling spine.
”Just breathe, Helena. I’ll be gentle.”
He lined himself up.
The tip of his cock pushed past her lips, stretching her opening. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming… a burning, fullness that threatened to split her open.
Helena tensed, a scream building in her throat. She was about to beg him to stop, to give her a second to adjust, to…
Click.
The double doors at the end of the dining room swung open.
Helena’s eyes flew open. From her bent-over position, she had a perfect, horrified view of the entrance.
Vivienne.
Her cousin stood in the doorway, wine bottle in hand. Her face went slack. Her eyes went wide.
She took in the scene instantly: The shattered glass. The ruined table. And Helena… her “assistant”…bent double over the edge, skirt around her waist, with Alex looming behind her, his massive cock buried just the tip inside her.
Panic exploded in Helena’s chest.
No. Not yet. Not like this.
”Alex…” she gasped, trying to push back, trying to warn him. “Wait… she’s…”
But she didn’t get to finish.
Alex looked up. His dark eyes locked onto Vivienne’s shocked face. He didn’t stop. He didn’t pull away.
Instead, a cruel, predatory smile curled his lips.
He looked right at Vivienne… and then he grabbed Helena’s hips.
Without hesitation. Without mercy.
He thrust.
Hard. Deep.
All the way inside her in one brutal, claiming stroke.
”AHHHHHHH!”
Helena screamed as he buried himself to the hilt in one brutal, claiming stroke, filling her completely right in front of her boss.