Chapter 19 ۵ Slut

YARA'S POV

The soft hum of rain against the window was the first thing I noticed when I woke up. After weeks of not being able to go back to uni, in the comfort of my dorm, it felt surreal to think I'd finally be going back to university today. I'd finally be able to see Heidi. I hadn't called or texted her or Max throughout the whole of my time with Alejandro. I wanted to but with everything I just couldn't. Besides, this was something I needed to explain to her in person. As for Max, he wasn't getting an explanation. No one other than Heidi was going to find out about my.......situation.

I braided my hair slowly, watching my reflection in the mirror. The dark circles under my eyes had faded, but they were still there, haunting reminders of the sleepless nights.

I grabbed my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and reached for my phone. A familiar knock at the door stopped me mid step. Too early for anyone else, so it had to be him.

I pulled the door open, and there he was, Alejandro, leaning against the frame. He didn't look like the overbearing professor I'd grown used to, though. His expression was softer, more open.

"You ready?" he asked, his voice blank.

"Yeah" I muttered, shifting the strap of my bag. "I was just about to head out"

He raised an eyebrow "Who said you're walking?"

I blinked. Wow so nice of him to potentially not make me walk to university for once. I waiting for him to carry on.

"I'm driving you" he said, like it was obvious, like I was being ridiculous for even suggesting otherwise.

I got somewhat excited but within the next second all of my excitement had faded. There was no way I could show up at campus with him driving me. People would notice, and the last thing I needed was for anyone to start spreading rumors about me and my professor. I could already hear the whispers in my head.

"I don't think that's a good idea" I said quickly, shaking my head. "People might......get the wrong impression"

Alejandro's eyes locked on mine, amused "Let them think whatever they want Yara"

I bristled. Easy for him to say. He wasn't the one who'd have to deal with the stares and the whispers. But before I could argue, his voice softened, I couldn't tell if it was fake concern or not "I'm not letting you walk alone in this rain. Get in the car"

I hesitated, torn between my pride and the thought of trudging through a downpour. The man had a point, as much as I hated to admit it. I exhaled and gave a slight nod "Fine"

The car ride was quiet, the only sound being the rain drumming on the roof and the steady hum of the engine. Alejandro kept his eyes on the road, occasionally glancing at me as if checking in, but not saying anything. There was a heaviness between us, like something unspoken still lingered in the air. And maybe there was, but I wasn't ready to dig into that. Not now. Not today. As we neared the campus gates, I shifted in my seat, already anxious about being seen.

"What are you nervous about? It's not like we're fucking" he spoke after seeing me look around for people.

He parked in a spot and thankfully there wasn't a lot of cars around. I rapidly made my way out of the car and with a small "thanks" I walked toward the university gates.

Looking around I finally spotted Heidi, sitting under a tree. I headed straight for her, eager for something that felt solid, like a conversation with my best friend.

I attempted to jump out behind her and scare her but she noticed me before that could happen "Yara!" she practically squealed when she saw me, jumping up and running straight into me, almost tackling me down to the ground.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you. You didn't reply back to my texts and answer my calls Yara" she spoke almost scolding.

"I know Heidi, I just- I had something complicating going on. I'm sorry" she furrowed her brows before her jaw nearly hit the floor.

".......are you kidding me! By something complicating do you mean him?" She could read me like an open book. I closed my eyes processing what I was going to say next. She knew I was living in his house to help Elena, but that's about all I told her. I didn't mention the other things going in Mr Moreno's mansion.

"Maybe......maybe not" I smirked at her.

"Aw come onnnn Yara stop being a tease" she whined making me laugh.

We made our way toward the library, where Max was no doubt buried in some book. As we walked, Heidi kept glancing at me, like she could sense something was off but didn't want to push too hard yet. I wasn't ready to spill everything to her, not now, not like this. But being here, with her, at least for a few hours, felt like a step back to who I was before all of this started.

Max looked up when we walked in, his eyes lighting up the second he saw me. "Am I seeing a bloody illusion right now?" He grinned, putting on a fake confused face.

"Shut up" I rolled my eyes grinning back at him and before I knew it he gave me a death gripping hug, not letting me even prepare for it.

"We need to catch up" he said, pulling out a chair for me and Heidi at the table.

"Yeah, we do" I agreed, sitting down. But even as we started talking, laughing about old jokes and classes, I couldn't shake the feeling that things had changed, more than they realised or even I had realised.

I promised myself to tell Heidi everything but I just couldn't. Not yet.

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The rain had stopped, but the air was still heavy with humidity as I made my way toward the bus stop. Being around people, even Heidi and Max, had drained me more than I'd realized. I had left the campus and used trusty Google maps to find a nearby café. All I wanted to do was drink a hot chocolate in hopes that it would melt away all of my problems.

As I sat in my chair sipping my drink. My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Alejandro.

'Let me know when you're done. I'll pick you up' ugh what was I going to tell him? That I was in a café, 20 mins away from our university?

Yeah.....fuck no!

'I took the bus. It broke down so I'll probably be home in an hour' well let's just hope he'll believe this.....

I quickly put my phone in my pocket. Ignoring the next buzz that went off. To be completely honestly I was really regretting what his reply would be. So instead of checking it I decided to carry on sipping my hot chocolate. This was the bliss and peace that I was longing this whole time.

I was done drinking, but the last thing I wanted to do was leave this cozy place that felt more homely than Alejandro's home, so instead I bought a cookie and made sure to eat it as slowly as possible. I don't know how slowly I was eating and drinking but before I knew it 30 mins had gone by.....

I mentally cursed at myself for allowing myself to take that long.

Right.....so walking from here back to Alejandro's house would take me approximately 1 hour and 30 minutes if I was walking.

Great.

Just great.

I lightly jogged the first few minutes before I gave up and decided I'd be late either way.

After a dreadful walk I finally reached his secluded house. The familiar knot of anticipation tightened in my stomach. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself before typing in the code to open the massive front gate. I quickly walked to the front door, ringing the bell, praying that Camilla would open it like usual but instead I was faced with Alejandro, standing in the doorway, looking every bit as dangerous as I remembered. His dark eyes locked on mine.

"Inside....now, Yara" he commanded, his voice low, filled with a possessiveness that sent a chilling thrill through me.

I stepped past him, feeling the heat of his gaze on my back as I walked inside. As soon as the door closed behind me, I felt his presence, strong and overwhelming, I felt like I need to explain myself. So that's what I attempted to do, I opened my mouth to speak but before I could even get a word out, his hand caught my wrist, pulling me painfully into his chest.

Within the next second he effortlessly lifted me into his arms. My shivering legs dangling on either side of his chiseled torso. I couldn't help but wince at the jolt of pain running through me as his hands gripped my ass, fierce and unyielding. I could tell his only intention was to cause pain as his intense blue eyes darkened and his veiny fingers dug deeper into the flesh of my hips. A raw and unapologetic strength that left no room for any of my urgent pleads.

My heart raced as he held me there, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating between us, every nerve alive and responding to his hold. The cynical fervor in his eyes sent a chill through my spine causing me to squirm in his irritating grasp.

"Where were you?" he growled against my ear, making his way up to his bedroom. His vice-like hold on my bottom made its way up to my waist to torment it too. I couldn't help but involuntarily fidget and move around in his crushing hold, even though I could tell my defiance was angering him to the point where he only wanted to hurt me even more.

His voice sent shivers down my entire body, making my muscles weak. He pulled back slightly, his distrustful eyes making contact with my fearful ones once again. The anger still prevalent on his pitch perfect features. He waited for a reply "I- I told you the bus broke down" he looked at me mused but it wasn't because of the fact I told him the bus broke but the fact that he had caught me in a lie.

He inspected my face. The malicious grin on his face only confirming my fears of him finding out about my lie.

"I'll be nice and give you a chance to tell the truth" my body shuddered. I didn't know what to do, he'd discipline me to the worst of extents if he found out where I really was.

"I am telling the truth" he let out a wry laugh. I couldn't tell whether or not he knew where I really was.

"So what bus were you on then? Because last I checked there are no buses to my house.....hm baby?" His chilling tone sent me into a state of panic. His cold rough hands caressed my trembling chin.

"I.....I went to a café" his hand dropped from my face. His jaw visibly clenched the hand he had resting on my waist dug into my skin almost piercing it with the amount of force.

His face came close to mines, "let me make this fucking clear you little slut. You don't go anywhere without my permission, understand?" He spoke sinisterly murmuring as his cold, seething breath hit my warm neck.

My voice gave out and all I could do was nod "answer me bitch" he spoke in a dominant manner making my voice magically come out "y-yes"

"Good" and within the next second before I could even process it he let go out my body. That's when I realised the only support I had was him, my muscles gave out. The next second a small yelp left my mouth as I fell from his arms straight onto the hard marble floors. Tears brimmed my eyes, I didn't care about the pain I was feeling physically right now. The emotional pain was a lot worse.

The humiliation, the way he had called me a slut, a bitch. I wanted to run away, escape, break free from whatever invisible leash he had me strapped to.

I quickly got up from the floor, gulping down the bile threatening to rise. Something sinister ticked off in him when he saw the tears run down my face. Before I could turn away and go to my room.

He locked the bedroom door shut. His fury palpable in the air. Then in a swift motion he forcefully seized my upper arm with a grip that felt like iron, a warning in every finger that wrapped around my skin. In one powerful movement, he threw me onto the bed, the soft surface giving way beneath the weight of his anger. I barely had time to react as the shock of the fall rattled through me.

The bed creaked ominously under the intensity of his presence, and I stared up at him, wide-eyed, my heart pounding in my chest. His expression was a fierce storm, eyes burning with a seething rage that electrified the space between us. He leaned over me, his body hovering menacingly close, a tangible force that threatened to consume me whole.

"I don't like liars Yara" he seethed, his voice low and laced with a dark, guttural edge. Each word dripped with frustration.

His presence felt suffocating, the air thick with tension. I tried to twist away from him, but he held me fast, his grip tightening painfully on my wrist. I winced, the sting of his hold making my senses come back. This wasn't just anger, it was raw, unfiltered power.

"I'm sorry" he ignored my attempt at apologising.

"Do you know what I do to liars?" I stared at him struck with fear. When I became unresponsive he hit my cheek with a sharp slap making me almost instantly reply to him.

"N-no" he smirked at me. His fingers playing with my hair.

"I punish them Malik" my breath hitched just from hearing the word. It was the one thing I hoped he wouldn't say.

I squirmed beneath him. My heart raced as I realized I was caught in the grip of a man who gets off on tormenting me, hurting me, watching me suffer in every way possible. I wanted to fight back, to defy him, but I was nothing compared to him and he made that very clear to me.

"You understand, don't you?" he whispered sarcasm and mockery covering his question, as he let out a breathless chuckle.

He could tell I wasn't even the slightest bit amused by anything that was happening causing his grip to tighten even more on my now fragile wrists. His anger radiated from him like a fierce storm, dark clouds gathering in his stormy gaze. His jaw was clenched tight, muscles coiling beneath his skin as if every fiber of his being was taut with suppressed rage. The usually smooth lines of his face were marred by deep furrows.

His lips were pressed into a thin. He was a force of nature, like a volcano ready to erupt, his energy crackling in the air around him. The room seemed to shrink under the weight of his fury, and I could feel the heat radiating off him as he got off from the bed and instead paced, his movements sharp and deliberate, each step back and forth echoing his agitation.

In that moment, Alejandro wasn't just angry, he was an embodiment of rage itself, a tempest that threatened to unleash its fury at any second. His eyes blazed with an inner fire, and I could sense that his anger was a volatile mix of hurt and frustration, like a lion cornered, ready to strike.

Then he stopped pacing, looking at me on the bed. His staring gaze only made me look down. I uncomfortably fidgeted as he carried on looking at me, thinking.

"I want you on your knees, now"

He finally spoke, not a hint of hesitation to be heard. I wanted to deny his request but I knew it would only get worse.

"Please.....I'm sorry Alejandro" I tried my hardest to make him feel sympathetic toward me but with him that was impossible.

"Don't make me ask again" he threatened. So I did as he pleased.

I sank to the floor, my knees hitting the hardwood as I looked up at his dominant figure looking down at me. His eyes dark and unreadable, the tension between us thick and suffocating. He didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes said it all. This was his game. He was in control, and I wasn't willing to play. His hand tangled in my hair, tugging slightly as he tilted my head back, forcing me to look up at him. The intensity in his gaze made my pulse quicken, my skin tingling with anticipation, bad anticipation.

"You've been a bad girl, Cariño" he murmured, his voice dripping with a simmering rage that sent chills down my spine. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, soft enough to momentarily distract me from the fury boiling just beneath the surface "and bad little sluts get punished"

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as I looked up at him, my body thrumming with trepidation.

He smirked, a sinister twist of his lips that made my heart race. "You'll do whatever I say, won't you?" he asked, though his tone left no room for doubt. He already knew the answer, I would do anything he asked of me but not by choice.

"What choice do I have" I whispered, the words barely escaping my lips, thick with tension. I could tell he didn't like my response because he pulled my hair harder causing my scalp to burn and tingle making me put my hands on his wrists trying to get him to let go.

His smirk deepened as his thumb slipped past my lips. "Maybe you aren't so braindead after all" his words made my jaw tighten, all I wanted to do right now was bite down on his finger and cause him pain like he did to me. He eventually pulled his fingers out, deciding he didn't want to tease me with them anymore, not yet anyways.

"Remove them" he commanded, ushering to his black suit trousers, so simply when in fact it was the most difficult task for me.

"Don't m-make me do that Mr M-Alejandro" he humourlessly chuckled at my slip up.

"Do as I say Yara and this will all go smoothly" I could tell his temper was becoming worse the more I refused to obey. I gave up and found my trembling, sweaty, fingers make their way over to his belt, looking up at him for further confirmation he nodded at me wanting me to continue.

I hesitantly fidgeted with the belt trying to unclasp it but finding it harder than I thought. I looked up at him only to be met with clear irritation at how slowly I was moving.

Well it's not my fault his buckle requires super human strength to undo.

After a few minutes of struggling I looked at him, my eyes pleading for help. But he ignored my helplessness and instead made me figure it out. It felt like he was indirectly scolding me for not knowing how to properly undo his leather belt. Another moment passed and I finally got the stupid clasp done, smiling to myself, completely forgetting the situation I was in. Once reality hit, I immediately cleared my throat, resuming with the task at hand and sliding off the long belt and placing it on the floor.

I looked up at him once more, I could tell he was doing everything in him not to rush me. He wanted me specifically to perform this whole act, just so he could confidently humiliate me about it, use it as leverage.

Sensing his growing need I quickly unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped the flyer, revealing a small glimpse of his Calvin Klein boxers. My breath hitched as I stopped and stared up at him for a moment, causing him to caress my head "go on"

I gulped before making my way over to the waist of his trousers, accidentally brushing against the growing buldge in his trousers which disclosed the need he had for me.

I slowly pulled down his trousers, looking up at him sacred to look down at anything other than his face. He mused at my naive body movement. Once his trousers were off. He was left in only his boxers. He had managed to slip his own shirt off at some point without me even noticing.

"Don't be so shy Yara, after all you put this on yourself" I grimaced at the audacity he had to ridicule me and make me feel like it was my fault for doing something completely normal like going to a café.

"I don't want to Alejandro" without even realising I started crying. He roughly wiped away my tears. His patience was long gone as he was now taking off his own boxers. His anger, lust and impatience showing clearer than ever on his face and in his actions.

He pulled my face to the front "open your fucking eyes Yara" he roared.

Fluttering open my teary eyes my innocent orbs made contact with his manhood. Wanting to turn away, but his tight grip on my chin kept my face in place.

More tears flooded my eyes "the quicker you are the quicker this gets done with Yara"

I whimpered in his hold but realising what he said was true, I stopped crying.

I nodded my head "o-okay" my voice sniffled out.

I didn't know what to do from here, this was a field I was severely unexperienced in, but I could tell my lack of knowledge only turned him on more.

My hands slowly wrapped around his erect dick. I didn't know what to do from here. I found myself stroking his cock making it harder and harder, making my hand appear smaller and smaller against his manhood. I looked up at him for confirmation to which he nodded.

"Good girl, such a good fucking girl Yara" he praised me, making something in me flutter for some reason. My eyes still made contact with his as my mouth slowly neared his dick. I watched as his urge grew and his jaw clenched as I circled my tongue against the tip of his cock causing him to wrap his hand in my hair. My determination to get this over and done with faded quickly and I couldn't carry on with the filthy task he set for me as punishment.

My stifled sobs, a stark contrast to Alejandro's growing desire echoed in the room. My trembling figure kneeled before him, my innocence a stark contrast to his dark intentions.

"Please, Alejandro" I whispered, my voice breaking.

"I-I don't know how....." Alejandro's eyes flashed with impatience. "It's not that fucking hard Yara" He grabbed my hair, pulling me closer.

As I hesitantly leaned in, and took his pulsing, veiny cock in my mouth he growled, I slowly got deeper and deeper with my strokes, trying not to set off my gag reflexes "That's it, Yara. Take it all in. Show me how eager you are baby" his voice was husky.

The room filled with the wet and sloppy sounds of my efforts,my inexperience evident. "Yeh.......just like that" he encouraged, his voice a low growl. "Deeper, Yara. I want to hear you struggle" he commanded, making me hesitate and lose my rhythm. I couldn't go any deeper, I couldn't take it.

My watery eyes, wide with uncertainty, met his, looking for any glimpse of pity in his eyes but only lust and rage were found. He responded to my innocent little look with a cruel smile, his grip tightening on my long black hair, pushing his cock further in my mouth, more than I could handle. My throat constricted around him, eliciting a guttural groan from Alejandro, as he fucked my mouth harder and deeper with every thrust, igniting a flame in the back of my throat. I looked up at him with furrowed brows. I tried to push him away with my hands placed on his thighs but my weak attempt did nothing to help "such a good little whore" he spoke as I uncontrollably gagged on his dick.

As his praise filled my ears, I found myself freeing tears that continued to stream down my cheeks.

Alejandro's voice was hoarse, as he continued to praise me, the anger mostly disappeared and was replaced with lust. I couldn't decide which one was better, lust or anger?

With one last deep thrust into my mouth and with one last gag he pulled out groaning as he reached his climax. Hot cum shot out from his pulsing cock into my mouth. The salty taste made me grimace "swallow for me" he spoke, patting and caressing my head as I painfully followed his orders, taking in his cum. I looked up at his body, his abs glistening as we both panted.

He stepped back, leaving me trembling on the floor, breathless. I watched as he put his clothes back on, thinking this would finally be over. He slowly buttoned up his shirt, leaving the top button undone, allowing me to see his smooth tattooed chest.

"Stand up," he ordered, his voice sharp, cutting through the charged atmosphere. I rose to my feet, my legs shaky under his unwavering gaze. So this wasn't over......I felt defeated, like me giving him a blowjob was all for nothing.

He circled me, fingers trailing down my arm, my waist, my hips, each touch igniting my skin like fire. But I sensed the anger simmering beneath his control, a storm ready to unleash once again "You know what happens to girls like you who take too long to listen?" He spoke, the lust that took him over now long gone and replaced with that same anger he first carried.

I swallowed hard, dread coiling in my stomach. I watched as he slowly stripped me naked. I had no fight left in me. He slipped my maxi dress off my shoulder letting it fall to the ground. I mentally cursed myself for not wearing any panties. Instinctively my hands moved down to my intimate area trying my hardest to cover it from his seething gaze. This only made him more amused.

"I was going to let you keep your underwear on Yara, but I guess you have other plans" I couldn't see his face but I could feel his smirk against my ear. He placed a wet kiss on my ear and without a warning he lightly bit my ear making me lightly gasp. His hand brushed over my body making its way down to my hand, removing it from my exposed heat. He let go of me, giving me momentary relief before he came back but this time with a black tie dangling in his hand. He traced the very few veins I had on my hands, before taking both my wrists and stiffly forcing them behind my back, before tying the tie around my wrists. I didn't know what he was going to do to me, but to say I was scared was an understatement. He brushed my hair behind my ear. Letting go off my now bound wrists.

He then shoved me onto the bed.

"On your knees" at this point my knees were weaker than ever. I did as he said. I could feel his presence behind me, on the bed. His rough hand wrapped around my throat before pushing my body forwards, causing the upper half of my body to fall down on the bed whilst my knees were still not giving out. My face turned to the side uncomfortably, not being able to use my arms made everything 50 times more difficult.

"W-what are you going to do to me?" I questioned, scared for his reply. He focused on tightening the tie around my wrists. I waited patiently for a reply but instead his hand came down sharply against my ass, the sting jolting through me. I gasped, the sharp pain had hit me like nothing before and I could instantly feel hot tears prying to be let out of my eyes. I tried my hardest to move away from him, but it was no use he had already tied my wrist and now he had a deathly grip on my waist.

"Count" he growled, his voice low and menacing against my ear.

My breath hitched as I fought back tears that were already falling "No, please don't........I-I'm sorry" I stammered, guilt coursing through me. I had let him down, and now the weight of it pressed down on me like a heavy shroud. I should've never went to that stupid café. I couldn't help but whimper loudly.

"Sorry isn't enough" he snapped, his voice rising.

"Please, Alejandro........." my plea was weak, but it hung in the air, desperate.

Without warning, he closed the space between us. "Count to twenty. Each number is a reminder of your choices" he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

My heart raced I whimpered uncontrollably. "I can't- Ale-Alejandro....." the pain in my voice could be heard clearly but he didn't care.

"Start Yara! Before I make it 40, would you like that my little slut?" he spoke venomously, his hand squeezing my ass harder than ever.

"N-no" I sniffled.

Taking a deep breath "One......" each number felt like a weight, each second stretching out as fear gripped me.

"Two..." I croaked out, the sound of the slap ringing through the whole room.

"Louder" he ordered, his presence overwhelming. I couldn't help but cry even more at him shouting at me.

"Two" I cried out........"Louder Malik" he grabbed my throat threateningly.

"T-Two!" I croaked out.

My voice was tired, my body was tired, I was tired. "Three......" each slap got harder and more painful.

As I counted, I felt a mix of shame and guilt. This wasn't just punishment, it was a lesson, one I could've prevented if I used my brain. I couldn't help but scold myself.

"Four.......five........" Each number became a mantra, a way to process the storm brewing inside of me.

"Don't fucking....." he carried on his sentence after slapping me for the sixth time "cry!" His voice was threatening.

"S.......ix........" The tears flowed freely now, and even after his command I couldn't stop myself from crying it was impossible. I found myself hiccuping tears in between each number.

"Seven.....eight......nine......." I could tell my whimpers annoyed him but he dismissed them knowing him asking me again would only make me cry more.

"Keep going" he urged, his voice unwavering.

"Ten... eleven......." by this point my tears started to die down I just wanted this to be over with. I was a mess, but I was also determined.

"Fifteen.......sixteen........seventeen. Eighteen"

"Almost done" he said, his tone softening slightly, but the authority remained.

"Nineteen......" I waited for the last slap to hit me and when it did I found myself yelping "twenty........"

Silence hung in the air as I finished, my body shaking with the release of my depressing emotions. Alejandro quickly pulled me up from the bed, not even giving me time to relax, placing me in his lap. He undid the restraint around my wrists. Instantly bringing me relief. My eyes made contact with his blue ones, which were only now softening. He brushed the tears off my face with the pads of his thumb.

"Have you learnt your lesson?" he asked quietly, the anger dissipating into something more complex. To be completely honestly I had learnt my lesson a long time ago, but I guess Alejandro just enjoyed hurting me more than necessary.

I bit my lip as he unclasped my bra, having no energy to cover my bosoms. His hands roamed over my naked body, claiming me as his own, and I felt a dizzying surge of heat at the control he wielded.

"I'm sorry" he truly didn't deserve to be apologised to but still I apologised. I wasn't sure why. I didn't know if it was fear, because I had no energy left or because I craved......validation from him.

He squeezed the now tender part of my right ass cheek where he had carried out his assault "good"

A/n

Too be continued....!