“How many?” Luke asks our audience.
“Fifteen,” Jack speaks up.
Fuck Jack.
Fuck all of them.
They aren’t getting any more pieces of me.
“You count, princess.”
“Fuck you.” I can’t help it. I’m so done with their manhandling of me and their punishments.
He spanks me. “It’s here or in the locker room with the football team present. Your choice, princess.”
“It’s never my choice, is it, Death? It’syourchoice. I don’t have a fucking say in what happens to me.” I’m so done with all this. They can all go fucking jump off a cliff.
“The punishment doesn’t start until you count, Harper.” He smacks my ass again.
I want to be belligerent and not say anything, but fifteen is a lot. I’ve only had two so far and my ass already hurts. Luke presses on the sting, and that not-unpleasant feeling erupts under my skin.
I hate them. I hate them so much.
“Ready?”
I almost say fuck off, but I hold my tongue.
He smacks my ass.
“One.” Fucker.
He brings his hand down on the other cheek.
“Two.” Fucker.
A hand that is most definitely not Luke’s presses on my ass cheek. I jerk under his touch. Afraid of thechecking to see if I’m wettest Luke mentioned last time. I can’t even look to see whosehand it is. It stays on my ass cheeks. Those swelling feelings move within me as he rubs the ache away.
I will not get turned on by this.
I will not get turned on by this.
Fuck them and the horses they rode in on.
“Three. Four.”
Definitely someone else’s hand now, pressed against my sore ass cheeks. I clutch onto Luke’s leg as I bite down on my lip. Not turned on.
“Five. Six.”
And the last fucker’s hands are on my ass. Larger hands than the others. These have to be Caden’s.
I squirm under them, but I still have it under control. I’m not aroused by this. It’s doing nothing for me except sending me into a rage.
“Seven. Eight.”
Luke’s hand rubs over my ass cheek again. Slower, more deliberate, working in circles closer and closer to my pussy. As he rubs, my pussy lips part and rub together. I was a little wet from his kiss already. That turned me on, but this won’t turn me on. I refuse.
He removes his hands, and I brace myself.
