"wh-what?"
"Strip," Marcus says as he pins the omega with a stern glare.
"Please," Day begs.
He is shaking beyond his control, heartbeat too loud. "Please. Don't- Marcus please… I am sorry, I didn't mean any of it, I didn't mean anything, please, please, please…."
"liar, liar, liar… You are such a pretty little liar, aren't you, Day?" Marcus looks at the small boy who is quivering in fear. He does like him like this better.
Why didn't he do this before? Oh, that's right, he had deluded himself, thinking that because the boy was from one of the oldest families, a royalty, he wouldn't be so crass.
So uncultured in their ways.
However, he was wrong. He was expecting too much from someone who didn't even know themselves. How else was he supposed to know that alphas are above omegas?
That omegas are bound to serve their alphas, no matter their class?
Simply because one is born with a golden spoon doesn't mean that they are above alphas. An omega will always be an omega; lower and meant to serve and worship their alphas.
Royalty or not.
He was simply going to make sure Day was up to speed.
The alpha's command Marcus has over him makes it impossible for Day not do what he has been told. Marcus knows that to use an alpha's voice is wrong; it's frowned upon in modern-day laws, but he is from an old family. Their families were traditional, so they followed the old ways.
That's why he knew even if Day was to call his daddy and mommy, begging them to tell Marcus to stop, they wouldn't bat an eyelash.
They, too, were the oldest, most traditional family after all. They would commend Marcus, tell him to continue teaching their unruly child, and take care of him.
So he wasn't doing anything wrong. He was simply punishing his omega; his intended for his mistakes.
Day was screaming inwardly. He was sure that if his voice could come out, he would be choking on his own blood because that's how hard he was screaming inwardly.
He tried.
He really did, trying to go against his body's movement. How his hands undid the clothes, buttons, how his hands moved against his own will, leaving him bare as the seconds passed.
He hated this.
He hated Marcus.
But above all, he hated himself. He was weak, controlled, and confused.
He was so very weak.
There he stood, naked, not even remaining in underwear to hide his dignity, not even his hands could obey his will to hide himself, as they balled on his sides. He stood ramrod straight, awaiting, like on a death row, the final verdict.
Marcus's eyes were all over him. drinking in every inch of the milky skin. It looked so soft, so very delectable. He had a feeling that the beautiful boy would bruise like a peach. His skin is just calling to be marked, claimed, and bitten.
He wanted to mess him up so badly.
But first-
"Come here," he beckoned the pale boy, whose eyes were red from all the crying.
He even looked pretty when he cried. What did Day do that wasn't so beautiful? Even like this, all Marcus wanted was to fuck him into more pitiful tears.
The omega truly was as they all said. As he himself speculated.
Beautiful.
One of a kind.
Especially with that little moon symbol adorning his shoulder, the little freckles spreading all over his shoulder blades like stardust … Day was magical.
He beckoned to him, seducing him, that jasmine scent hypnotizing him … Marcus had to shake his head, mesmerized to stupor.
The omega could make a wolf go feral, just by standing there and looking as he looks. He didn't need to do anything.
Day's legs brought him closer to Marcus, who was looking at him like he was about to eat him up, no bones left. He didn't feel anything but disgust and fear.
Oh, too much fear. He was shaking, unable to do anything, his mind locked, his inner self screaming, and yet, outwardly, he just stood, like a robot.
Marcus patted his thighs. "Face down."
Please no, no, no … don't make me do this, please …
Day draped himself over his thighs, face down, and closed his eyes.
"You know why I am doing this, don't you?"
"Yes." No. No, no, no, please, please, please-
"I know it's hard for you, but I have been patient. I was willing to take everything when it was just us two."
Marcus runs his hands all over his back. He was so soft. So pliant. He dared run his fingers down his spine to his tailbone.
He even had a beautifully arched back. His perky ass was something else.
"But you embarrassed me. You humiliated me in front of the whole team and their friends. And most of all, you didn't obey me. You have to obey me to live comfortably here, Day. You and I aren't equal. I will make sure you remember this from now on."
The first one catches him off guard.
His mind is still trying to grapple with what is happening, what is going to happen, and trying to protect him from as much as it can.
Dissociating, but just as the gates are closing, they fly open so fast, and he is brought back to the present.
Thrusted into it, when the first spank lands on his bare ass.
It stings.
The first loud sob escapes his lips. Not because of the pain.
No, the pain he is feeling right now isn't physical. It's beyond. It's deeper.
His mind is giving him flashes of another scene. A memory? He isn't sure. But he is helpless again. Surrounded and commanded. He doesn't have any will either. He can't do anything but open his eyes and take it.
He is in pain. Physical and soul-deep kind of pain.
Too deep, he can taste it.
Another slap.
"You and I are boyfriends, but that doesn't mean that you can disrespect me, ever again."
Another.
"I am punishing you like one would punish their child, because in so many ways, Day, you are a child. Your mind is not developed how it's supposed to. There are so many things you don't know, but I will make sure you learn, and I train and teach all of them to you."
Another.
"I am spanking you right now because you deserve it. This is for what you did."
Another.
"You have to learn."
Another.
"You have to obey me and be good."
Another.
"for me."
Another.
"and for your parents too. They have already lost so much because of you."
Another.
"And now that you are here, mine, I will make sure to mold you to be the perfect little boy, a boy they can be proud of."
Another.
Ten. Ten spanks that leave him feeling hollow.