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“Yes,” Valentine nodded his head once, “My hand only.” Though he caught the subtle dart of the submissive’s gaze towards his belt and the rest of her thoughts weren’t hard to guess. His own followed in the same direction and he cleared his throat. “I prefer to keep things as simple as possible whenever I scene with a new submissive.” And this wasn’t exactly something he planned on enjoying. Just a favor, so to say. So there was no reason to think about how Charlotte’s pale skin would look striped by a belt. He made a motion for her to get up and undress. “Over my knee.”

Pouting for a second Lottie had to agree that he was probably right.  This was a one off thing and there was a part of her that could appreciate the fact he was doing this for her and how badly she needed it.  Still she could always fantasise about another occasion later.  She stood up and removed her pants and bending over his knee.  As she lay in position she smiled to herself and very ready for this.

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There was something in the girl’s expression – the tilt of her smirk that Valentine didn’t allow himself to acknowledge just yet. Instead, the Commander focused on listening to what she needed – it wasn’t hard, not when all his senses demanded he did so. He held Charlotte’s wide gaze with a seriousness that his tone helped drive home:

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Charlotte.” He leaned back just a bit. “You’ll take off your bottoms. Leave your underwear on. I will hold you down and spank you for as long as you need. You will give me your safewords – or, if you chose to – we can simply use the stoplights. You can beg and say no, everything you do is allowed and welcomed. You don’t have to count, I won’t stop until you’re where you need to be.” Valentine could tell she needed to cry, needed the catharsis of it. And that he could give her. “Understood?”

Her eyes widened in surprise when he said he would spank her.  It was one of her favourite things but one that she rarely got outside of punishments and she hadn’t even had that many of them recently.  “I understand and I’ll use the stoplights today,” she said, her stomach bubbling with excitement at the feeling she knew came from the pain of spanking and how it would last for a few days.  “Are you using your hand or something else?” she asked, her gaze drawn to his belt but there were various items around her house, particularly in her kitchen if he wanted one of them.

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Valentine’s lips pulled into a narrow smile, “Perhaps you should’ve seen me in my twenties.” Though if he was fair – he knew he’d always been exactly the way he was. Valentine’s life had always been – in one way or another about rules. His rules.

He reached for his mug, bidding his time to think, turn over the information in his head. There was tension in her, past the laughter, the taunt tight kind of wiring that could snap any moment and Valentine felt it was his job here to make it snap the right way.

“A few more things before I tell you what’s going to happen. Tell me what kind of an aftercare you prefer – after things go well and in the case, they don’t and you safeword.”

It always amazed Lottie how calming the simple act of kneeling could be.  It would never replace a proper scene but it could make her head feel a bit clearer.  She smiled to herself as she considered that it was a bizarre position that the very person who had caused her so much anguish over the last few weeks was now the person helping her.

His question brought her from her thoughts and she tipped her head as she considered.  “A lot would depend on the scene but lying down and cuddling is good, stroking my hair and praise.  I mean if I’m naked, bruised and fucked then a bath and that white cream help a lot.”  She looked at him with a smirk doubting that would be an option but up close and when she wasn’t behind bars she could appreciate just how nice he would be naked and doing the fucking.  Her grin lessened and she grew a bit more serious, “If I safeword then reassurance and cuddles.  I need to know I’m quite safe.”

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He’d asked for the beverage for the comforts of routine, having her hands keep busy with something and keep the girl’s thoughts from straying towards needling into questions they both knew the answers wouldn’t make sense. Yet once the scent of warm milk and cocoa wafted from the kitchen Val’s stomach reminded him it had been the previous night he’d last stopped to eat something.

There was something endearing in the way she went back and forth spitting sentences from which Valentine could only guess the thought process that led to each. That’s why he didn’t stop her right away.

“Thank you.” Eventually, the Commander reached for the tray, essentially putting a stop to her wanderings. “Kneel, Charlotte, and tell me when the last time you submitted was.”

Lottie paused, her hands still in position as he took the tray away from her.   Watching him for a moment she gave a slight nod at the instruction and dropped to her knees.  His question though was a lot tougher.  She closed her eyes for a moment and thought back, a slight shudder at the memory of the ridiculous scene she had endured and come out of feeling barely better than she had at the start.  “It was about two weeks ago, he was cute but didn’t really have a clue.”  Looking up with a smirk she laughed, “I bet you could have taught him a thing or two.  He didn’t even insist on title or rules.”  She might have been laughing but anyone even scratching the surface of Lottie would know that she craved rules and obedience.

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Valentine followed the girl into her apartment, stopping in the hallway after her. He took his jacket off, and the cold along with it the toed off his shoes.

“No.” The Commander agreed quickly with a narrow smile. Valentine had spent some time in here prior and with plenty of his watchmen going through Charlotte’s things looking for just about anything that could be used against her and her family. “I’m not here to do a search and even if I was I’d need a warrant to make whatever I find here legal in court. I think your lawyer is very familiar with that loophole.”  

This too was a loophole. At any other time, he could be a man of the law, even here, but not now. Now could be absolved if it wasn’t put on record, then who can tell it ever happened.  

His brows tipped up a little as if to ask if she had any more questions to ask, any more fears that he could shake off. “Show me your living room, then make something you prefer to drink when it’s cold. Tea, cocoa, coffee – anything. Then come and kneel by my side when you’re done.”

Lottie could see the moment he understood her reservations and she knew as well as he did that Spencer would tear strips off him if he attempted to bring any charges based on this visit.  She gave a slight shake of her head at the unspoken question, in some respects she was quite happy to be at home and when he finally left she didn’t have to face some awkward journey back to her house and not quite feeling 100%.  

“My living room is just down here at the end of the hallway,” she said as she lead the way.  Opening the door she let him in and paused for a moment before nodding as if to confirm the request and left again.  Hanging up her coat and taking off her own shoes as she reached the hooks in the hallway she grabbed her purse and took it with her to the kitchen.  Putting on some milk to heat up for cocoa she checked her phone and then busied herself with preparing the two drinks.  Lottie places the mugs on a tray and since she hadn’t eaten since lunch and doubted he had either she put some cookies on a plate too before she carried the tray through.

“Here you go….  Do you need sugar?…..  I didn’t bring any…..  Do you want some?…..  I brought cookies though.”   Each time she went to kneel she remembered something else and jumped back up, her desire to do this right and please him suddenly making her uncharacteristically nervous.

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There was a moment where Valentine wasn’t sure she’d agree, a hesitation in her despite the obvious need to submit. He waited it out, breathing out a sigh when Charlotte gave in.

“Alright.” Val gave a jerky nod. He could justify it all in his head later when he had the time. He could justify it now, even – making the scales of what’s owed between them even. The little slip of paper in his pocket had tipped them some and now he set them fair. He closed the door once the girl took her seat, and when he moved into his own Val went through the same procedure of pulling the belt over her. When the heater hummed to life, his fingers tingled with the numbness from the cold easing away.

“Close your eyes, I’ll tell you when we’re there,” Val assured her, leading the car into the pouring traffic. Half an hour later as dusk was starting to settle onto Verona, he finally reached the front of the girl’s building. “We’re here.” He touched a hand over Lottie’s shoulder, “Show me your apartment.”

Lottie’s stomach flipped as she slid into the seat, a huge part of her screaming loudly to stop whatever madness she was thinking of and get away from him but the simple actions of him closing the door, belting her in, the simple order already had her slipping under and she had to trust him  These thoughts continued on the periphery of her consciousness as she felt the car stop and move off again, turn corners and speed up again.  She didn’t cheat, it didn’t occur to her to peek as she followed his instruction.

It wasn’t until he told her to show him around that she opened her eyes and looked out the window at her own front door.  A wave of panic ran through her at his request but she knew deep down that everything was well hidden behind a locked door, her father had drummed that into her from the first day he told her the truth about his work.  With a quick nod Lottie undid her belt and climbed out of the car barely registering how late it had grown and how long ago she had left her house for class.

Opening the door she stepped in first and flicked the hall light switch.  Stepping aside so he could come in she shut the door behind and locked it out of habit.  “Do you really need the tour?  You spent rather a long time here as I recall,” she asked as the question rose in her mind again, was this just an unofficial search.  She could hear Spencer screaming at her not to be so stupid and send him away right now but still she didn’t.  Lottie just watched him, waiting for his response.

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Something ate at his chest when Charlotte’s gaze shifted up finding his – wide eyes, stubborn with unshed tears. Guilt was not a feeling that crept easily in Valentine. Too much time spent in the Watch can make a man numb and he’s had his fair share of seeing reality for the ugly bitch that it was, to be soft now.

He felt pity. Pity for how small she seemed and helpless and guilt that he’d chosen to send her to do his bidding with threats to keep her on a chain. Valentine’s grip tightened around her wrist and only now did it occur to him to pay attention to how delicate that too felt in his grip. How easy his fingers lapped over one another.

He pulled her over, “You need to submit, Charlotte. Come on. I’ll get you home. I’m with my personal car.”

Lottie’s chest felt tight the longer he kept her there.  The strong grip, the tall figure, her automatic responses – it would all be too easy to close her eyes and imagine the scene was elsewhere and for an entirely different purpose but then her eyes glanced around and she recalled instantly where she was and why and an entirely different feeling gripped her, one of fear.

She began to pull again but his fingers didn’t yield, if anything they tightened more and a fleeting thought of was she going to have a bruise to remember the event from crossed her mind.  Totally trapped she was beginning to fear he was going to go back on his word and issue her another task as he tugged her but what he actually said made her jaw drop and she began to stutter.  “What? ….No…..no I’m….. fine.”  Her mind was whirling as he marched her along, with no option but to go with him.  Was he going to drop her at the brothel?  But then he had said he would drop her home so was this another of his tricks to just get into her home without a warrant.  The petite girl just didn’t know what to think but that firm grip that didn’t seem to ease up continued to excite and calm her in a way she knew it shouldn’t.

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Valentine’s grip tightened, same as any other bondage when you tested it – it bit into the skin. His gaze turned sharp on her when she answered.

“My office is always exhausted.” The Commander stated – overworked and thin stretched as well. The air from his word tufted white balls in the cool air. He could tell she was nervous, anxious that someone might see, someone might ruin all the sneaking she’d done for his sake and tattle on her. A part of him wanted to point out that this was her own doing. But he looked at her and saw a mirror, sights that Valentine was a little too familiar with – the shaking fingers, sleepless nights and: “Headache?” He stated, more than asked.  

There was something about the way his grip tightened that excited her.  The feeling she knew and enjoyed but the battle inside her to push those thoughts and feelings away.  She squirmed a little more, almost testing his grip rather  than truly pull away although given the difference in size and strength she was on a losing battle anyway. 

“Yes,” she blurted out at the question.  “But I have exams coming up.  My stress levels are sky high.”  She looked at him with wide eyes tinged with red.  Why did she keep feeling the need to justify her answers she wondered but with no conclusive answer.

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He was still in the office, working when Charlotte’s message lit up the screen of his phone. A time and place, nothing more. Valentine stared for a long while at the one sentence before he deleted it and went back to work. His office – the only window on the whole floor still alight, and it remained that way until morning. Until there was no need for the light.

Valentine rubbed cold fingers into his eyes, changed his shirt and tossed on a jacket before walking out of the building. The park wasn’t close, but the walk and the fresh coffee woke him up enough that by the time he sat on a bench waiting for the girl to show, the usual soreness was gone.

When Charlotte walked over, Valentine’s attention fixed on the paper fist. Taking the slip of paper, the Commander didn’t miss the shake of Charlotte’s fingers. He grabbed her wrist to keep her in place while he unfolded the note, checking the name. Valentine gave a single unsurprised nod.

“Your name won’t come up in the reports.” He assured Lottie, tucking the written note in his pocket. A pause chopped the Commander’s words as he took the girl’s looks: “Tired?”

She turned to go, huffing softly as his grip held her in place.  Surprised that she could feel herself on the verge of tears at the action Lottie had to work hard to keep them at bay her gaze stuck firm on the solitary piece of paper.  As he tucked the paper away she was ready to bolt, not entirely sure that she trusted his word.  His question however surprised her enough that she answered immediately, “Yes.”  Annoyed with her admittance she shrugged, “It’s a busy time of year, I’m sure half your office are exhausted too.”  Lottie tried to pull her hand away.  She really couldn’t be seen here with him, tongues would wag far too much.

Lottie’s visit to the lab which Morena arranged had gone well and while she had got what she needed she learned a lot too.  It was never an area she had been interested in but seeing the potential made her question both her own choices and her original reason for going.  However she was quite sure the commander was not going to let up on her until he got what he wanted and after several agonising days she decided just to get it over with.  Sending him a message with only a time and place she prepared a piece of paper carefully, no trace of her own handwriting and bearing a single name.  

After a sleepless night and with her nerves jangling all through her classes Lottie made her way to the park after her final lecture.  She saw him waiting and walked over.  Her gloved hands were shaking as she handed him the slip of paper, pausing only long enough to tell him, “I’ve kept my side, you keep yours.”

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