The Trouble with Heartache

[Lyra Newbury]

His force was exciting and as she spun around, her face forced toward the table top, she smiled. Lyra inwardly cursed the enchanted room they were in for having altered her clothes. Her original dress would have been easier for Nicolas to take her in. The shift dress she wore now was not a problem so much as the leggings that accompanied it. It was no great barrier but it would delay the release.

And Lyra needed a release. She had spent all of her energy loving Julian and it had gotten her no where. Her few months of self-imposed celibacy after the catastrophe with Rystain was more out of an inability to handle all of the other chaos in her life. The first person to break through to her had been Julian and despite her former friendly nature she managed to stay faithful only to him. But he had left her and after seeing the vitriol with which he destroyed everything in his studio that reminded him of the girl he had pretended to love, there was no reason why she shouldn't return to her former ways. What better way to kick things off than with the man she had already been accused of shagging?

[Nicolas Everhart]

With a resounding smack that echoed through the entire training room Nik brought his hand hard down upon her backside.

His features twisted into anger, "A damned spanking!" he revealed as he raised his hand to deliver another swat. "That's for scaring the sh*t of me and everyone else!" swat, "That's for making me pick you up from Jail!" swat, " That's for this little seduction stunt!" swat, " That's for the damn heels!" swat, " And that's for being the biggest pain in the ass from here to Christendom!" he yelled before pushing her away. He left her then without a single glance backward anger emanating off of his frame.

[Lyra Newbury]

He had taken her by surprise; not the act of the spanking but the force with which his hand struck her rear end. She wasn't expecting it, and although the first time had still been admittedly arousing in spite of the stinging sensation it left, the continued punishment left little room for doubt that this was not the foreplay she had been hoping for. He stormed off in a huff but before he could disappear fully Lyra called out to him, still bent over the table.

"Fine. If you won't f*ck me there are plenty of others who are willing!"

He was gone but the need to be rid of Julian's memory persisted. Lyra righted herself, her backside burning with what was sure to be a series of soon-to-be bruises. She left the training room for her own set of rooms and prepared to go out for the evening. There were plenty of men hanging around Stu's that had given her a once-over on several occasions. She didn't care which one it ended up being, maybe she'd have them all instead of choosing. The world was her oyster.