“I will spank your ass five fucking times, and every time you defy me I’ll add five more for every minute that goes by. Clock’s ticking, baby.”
Christ. He’s insane.
He opens his mouth again, about to add the extra five, but fear of the pain of how badly ten blows will hurt forces me to submit. I bend over before he can get the word out. As my hands hit the cool silk sheets on the bed, raw humiliation washes over me for my ill-fated decision to venture into his room.
As if things weren’t bad enough already.
I didn’t think I was going to get caught, and definitely not by him. I never even heard him coming. Not a footstep or anything until he wanted me to know he was there watching me fuck up.
One warm hand rests on the exposed flesh on the center of my back, and then before I can take my next breath, he lifts the hem of my dress and lands one hard slap across my ass.
The impact jolts my body forward, and with the pain that ignites, I grasp the sheets.
One more blow comes down hard on my ass that makes me see stars.
“Stop, it hurts.” I wince.
“It’s supposed to fucking hurt.”
I don’t know if I can take another hit like that. But I guess at least he’s not choking the life out of me like Ted did. Nobody, not even the entitled douchebags at the club, were as cruel as Ted.
But that doesn’t mean the pain is any less.
One more slap hits my ass, and when I try to scramble away, he grabs me and tosses me over his knee like I’m a petulant child who just got caught misbehaving.
“You’re not getting away from me,” he promises, giving my stinging ass cheeks a squeeze.
I don’t know what happens, but I feel that same intangible thing from moments ago shift.
It takes me a few breaths to realize it’s his touch—him touching me, holding me.
When he runs his finger from the top of my ass then traces down to my pussy and lingers there, I wonder why he stops. It’s not until he brings me closer to the hard walls of his chest that I feel the moisture beading between my thighs. Moisture that grows when he strokes the nub of my clit through the lace fabric of my panties.
“Bad girl,” he taunts, and I try to move away from his grasp. “You like being punished.”
“Let go of me, you fucking asshole.”
“Why would I want to do that when I’m turning you on?”
My hair falls forward over my face when I look back at him.
“Fuck you.”
“No, like I said the other day, Babydoll, I would love to fuck you.”
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I say quickly, and instantly it feels like some useless affirmation I’m trying to tell myself.
“But you want to.”
“No.”
“Your wet cunt says otherwise, Babydoll.” The smile returns to his face, and he gives me one hard slap, followed by another and another.
That’s more than five. But as he continues to spank me and rub hard over my clit, I’m so aroused I can no longer feel the pain. Something wicked takes over my body, and the sound that comes out of me sounds more like a loud moan than someone who’s supposed to be in pain.
Shit. I feel like I’m going to come.
What the fuck?