your gaze, which was fixated on the wooden floorboards of levi's room, shifted with no merit. from your position, bent over his knees and completely bare, there was nothing to do except wallow in the feeling of submission and a twinge of humiliation.

his hand rubbed against the firm planes of your ass, fingers digging into flesh until it left mottled red marks along the skin.

the mess he was referring to was your dripping, aching cunt that mocked you for being turned on by this demeaning position.

"do you want to apologize now?" a beat passed. you bit down onto your bottom lip, stifling the crude whimper that threatened to leave your mouth. "or do you need another reminder?"

without waiting, his rough hand came down with a harsh smack! rippling through your bones and echoing in the room. it wasn't a gentle tap, it's a stinging, deliberate strike. he doesn't give you a second to recover before he strikes again, making your ass jiggle from the force of the blow.

you yelped, hissing at the impact that he instantly soothed with the palm of his hand. you could imagine it now, the red hand shaped mark that accompanied the others. evidence of your punishment.

"you know better than to distract me," levi spoke in a condescending tone, referring to earlier today when you made the mistake of letting your hand travel a little bit too high on his thigh during a midday strategy meeting, squeezing the muscle and reveling in the way the tendon in his neck strained.

"i'm sorry," you whispered, only because you were so frustrated with him ignoring where you wanted him most. "i didn't mean—"

"i don't even want to hear it anymore."

his hand slides down in between your thighs, a single finger slipping through your folds which were already dripping with need. he chuckles, finger diving inside with no preamble. you lurch forward at the contact, thighs instinctively pressing together which he combats by using his other hand to hold you still.

"don't run away," he said, curling the finger up and moving it in at a slow pace, giving you just enough to keep you reeling but not enough to grant any real pleasure. "look at you. all that confidence before and you're soaking for me."

a second finger joins the first, pumping them in and out that makes your back arch towards his legs, eyes squeezing shut and toes curling. his thumb rubs against your clit with zero tenderness, testing to see how much you could take before you broke.

the friction is intense, his fingers working to stretch you and creating wet, squelching sounds.

tiny moans leave your mouth, bucking your hips backwards to try and chase the rhythm of his fingers. "you like being treated like this, don't you?" he murmurs, watching in almost a state of awe at how compliant you were being. "say it. be a good girl and say you like it."

but you couldn't, not when you could feel your walls tightening against his fingers, the pad of his thumb scraping just right against your clit.

then, he does what you feared most, withdrawing his fingers with a wet, sucking sound leaving you glistening in the dim light. his hand raises again, not as high this time, and instead of slapping your ass, his hand comes down on your pussy.

you yelped, whole body jerking at the feeling. it stung, a dull ache that left you reeling more than anything. you didn't feel pain. you felt pleasure from it. and levi knew, repeating the motion and enjoying the way you jumped again.

"say it."

his finger traces your entrance, not even giving you the satisfaction of pushing it in. it sends goosebumps up your spine all the way to the back of your neck, mouth parting, trying to find the words. "i... i—"

"you... you what?" he stammered just like you. "use your words, brat."

a slap to your cunt again was the final crack in your composure, a loud, languid moan of i like it spilling from your lips. you repeat it again for good measure, hoping that he would give you some type of relief by touching you.

your prayers were answered, but in all the wrong ways.

levi didn't push his fingers back in, instead he grabbed you by the base of your head, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your face up.

"such a good girl," he whispered into your ear, pulling you by the hair harder so you moved off of his legs onto the floor. "you're so pretty when you do what i say."

levi grabbed you by your arms, pushing you face down onto the bed.