I was a bit surprised myself.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
The slap came quick. She winced but took it, looking me dead in the eyes after. I gave another one. Same thing. Again and again. Slap after slap, ‘til her face turned red and she bit her lip.
“You want me to stop?” I asked.
Her brows pulled together like this didn’t faze her. “Stop what?”
“This,” I said, holding her there. “You want me to let you go, you say it.”
She went quiet.
“…no,” she said after a second.
I held her eyes.
“You sure?”
She nodded once. “Yeah.”
That was all I needed. She tensed but didn’t fight it. I thought I should stop, even though it wasn’t slaps that used all my strength. Still, I shifted my grip again, firming it enough to leave no question about who was in charge in this moment. The last one cracked against her cheek, loudly.
Her reaction was quick.
A sharp inhale, then a break in that steady attitude she kept so tight.
“Still think I’m playing?” I asked.
She shook her head slightly, lips pressing together now.
“Good.”
My hand stayed even as she shifted slightly under my hold.
“Next time,” I said, voice lower now, “you don’t run your mouth like that in my house. And don’t you dare do something after I told you no.”
She didn’t argue. “Yes, Marlon.”
That was new. I eased my grip slowly, giving her the chance to pull away.
She didn’t. I used that opportunity to bury my hand in her underwear. Just as I expected, they were soaked.
“Rabbit.” I held her dark eyes. “You ever heard of fisting?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think you could do that? For me?”
She nodded. “I’ll do anything for you, Marlon.”
I grinned a wicked grin.
“Anything?”
The next fewhours were brutal.
