The Scotch King (Scotch 1) - Page 41

I walked forward, feeling him behind me. I led the way, knowing a dozen men followed me, all their flashlights pointed at my back. I felt like livestock about to be slaughtered. My feet moved slowly, procrastinating as much as possible.

I felt Crewe’s eyes drill into my back.

Like a criminal walking to his own grave, I felt like this was the end.

We returned to the castle entryway. I didn’t know where he wanted me to go next, so I stood there, still tall but no longer proud.

“I’ll take it from here.” Crewe’s hand returned to my neck, and he guided me upstairs, walking me like a dog with his arm as a leash. Even though I’d been nothing but cooperative, he still nearly strangled me.

We arrived at the royal chamber, and he shoved me inside. “Strip.”

Oh god.

He slammed the door and stood behind me, his heavy breaths falling on my neck. “Don’t make me ask you again.”

I knew I wouldn’t be able to talk my way out of this one. I kept my eyes straight ahead as I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside.

Crewe leaned against the foot of the bed and crossed his arms over his chest. He stared me down coldly, his brown eyes not possessing even a hint of compassion.

I unclasped my bra and let it fall, trying not to feel so defeated. This man had seen me naked before, and fucked me on his bed and made me come. I shouldn’t feel embarrassed or weak. I felt a lot more comfortable now than I did the first time he commanded me to undress.

He watched me with angry eyes, not showing any arousal.

I kicked off my shoes and pulled down my leggings, taking my underwear with them. Then I stood naked in front of him, unsure what would happen next. I hoped he would take me from behind on the bed. Since the sex was good, that didn’t sound so bad. But that wouldn’t be much of a punishment.

The slacks he wore earlier were back on, along with his collared shirt. Even in the middle of the night, he refused to let his men see him at anything less than his best. He pulled his belt out of the loops of his pants then bent it in half. He pulled on the ends and made it snap together, causing a loud clap. “I’m going to punish you for what you’ve done. I’m going to spank you ten times and turn your ass red in reparations. So climb on the bed, ass in the air.”

He was going to spank me like a child? “That’s it?”

He made the belt snap again. “Don’t worry, Lovely. It’ll hurt. And I’ll enjoy hurting you.”

I couldn’t remember if I’d ever been spanked.

“Ass in the air,” he said with authority. “Now.”

I moved around him and crawled on the bed. My feet hung over the edge, and I pressed my cheek to the sheets. My ass was raised toward the ceiling, at the perfect position for him to whip me.

He came behind me and ran the leather gently over the skin, feeling the smoothness between both objects. Then he ran his hands over one cheek, giving it a tight squeeze. “You really pissed me off tonight, Lovely. I’ve been more lenient than I should be. But now that’s over.”

I gripped the sheets on either side of me, wanting this to end as quickly as possible.

He shifted behind me, his knees moving to the stone floor. His warmth breaths blew on my entrance, and I wondered what would happen next. Just when I turned to look, I felt his warm mouth kiss my most vulnerable area.

Oh wow…

His tongue worked my clit before he sucked it into his mouth.

I’d never had a man do that to me before, and as terrified as I was, it still felt incredible.

He gripped my thighs as his tongue delved inside me, tasting and exploring me. He worked my clit again, bringing me to the edge of a powerful orgasm. I could feel it approaching over the horizon. He kissed me harder, just as aggressive as when he kissed my mouth.

I was almost there, moaning at his touch. My hands scooted down the bed until they wrapped around his wrists.

He pushed me further, right on the precipice of euphoria.

Then he pulled away.

No.

He stood up again and grabbed his belt. “Your pussy is just as lovely.” He rested the belt on my ass before he pulled it off again. “We’re going to count to ten. When I say the number, you repeat it back to me. If you fail to do so, you’ll get another. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir.”

I couldn’t call him that. This was the most he would get out of me.

When I didn’t give him what he wanted, he continued on. “An extra five slaps, it is.” He positioned himself behind me before he threw all his weight into the swing of the belt. He hit me so hard I cried out, hearing the slap thud against my ears. He breathed heavily as if he was overexerting himself. But it was just his arousal breaking through the surface. His desire came out, loud and unmistakable. “One.”

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