Page 49 of Sling’s Awakening

Smack.

His hand comes down again, hitting the same spot. The burn radiates through my body as my ass cheek jiggles from the recoil, the thin spandex material of my shorts doing nothing to act as a barrier between me and his palm.

I try to sit up and get away, ready to cuss him out for thinking it’s okay to do this, but Sling places his free arm over the middle of my back, holding me down.

I blow the air out of my face that’s fallen. “I swear to god if you don’t let me up, I’m going to kick your fucking ass.”

Sling’s rough palm rubs the area he’s hit. “That’s funny because it seems like I’m the one kicking this ass.”

I open my mouth to protest, but a moan leaves my throat as his hand slaps down hard again. The burning is almost too much to take, making me squirm in his lap. My panties grow more and more damp with each smack.

“Don’t fucking move,” Sling growls as I try to find any sort of friction to help ease the ache that’s growing between my legs. “I know your pretty little cunt is soaked for me right now. Bad girls don’t get rewards.” Smack. A moan from deep in my throat sounds throughout my house, drowning out the noise of Mountain mowing outside. “Every time your clit throbs, I want you to think about me and how bad of a girl you were. And baby, if I find out you’ve touched this pretty little cunt without my permission, I’m going to be very angry. You don’t want me angry, do you?”

Jesus fucking Christ.

My clit is throbbing as another surge of wetness dampens my panties.

“Do you?” Sling presses, his mouth inches from my ear as he caresses my ass.

“No,” I breathe.

This man is going to be the death of me.

“Good girl,” Sling praises before giving my ass one last tap and letting me up. “Now I need to go deal with the piece of shit outside. Stay in here.”

Sling doesn’t look back as he saunters back outside like a man on a mission, heading straight for Mountain.

He’s crazy if he thinks I’m going to sit inside and twiddle my thumbs while he does whatever he’s about to do to Mountain.

My ass is still burning with every step I take as I follow Sling outside. Mountain is finishing up the front yard and has his back to us. Poor guy doesn’t know what’s coming.

I shut my front door behind me and press my back up against it, unable to look away.

Sling is halfway to Mountain when he gets to the end of the row and circles back around, heading toward us. It takes him a second to look up from the ground, and when he does, I expect him to stop the mower, but he doesn’t.

My mouth drops open as I gasp, my hand coming to cover my mouth as I watch in shock as a shit-eating grin spreads across Mountain’s face as he does something to the mower to make it go faster.

He’s heading right toward Sling and neither one of them seems to be changing paths.

Oh my god.

Is he going to run Sling over?

Mountain throws his head back and laughs. He’s feet away from Sling now and showing no signs of slowing down. I can feel the anger radiating off Sling in waves as Mountain approaches, completely unfazed. Honestly, he looks like he's been waiting for this to happen.

“Sling!” I yell at him as I push off the door and move to the edge of my porch. “Get out of the way! He’s not going to stop!”

Sling either can’t hear me over the mower or he’s ignoring me.

I can’t breathe as I watch Mountain seconds away from running over Sling. Just before the mower hits him, Sling jumps up in the air and lands on the hood of the mower.

What the fuck?

Mountain slams on the brakes, making Sling sway, but he doesn’t fall off. Using the momentum as he leans back, he draws his arm back, landing his fist into the side of Mountain’s face.

His head flies back, absorbing the blow before righting himself. Mountain spits on the ground as he smirks at Sling.

“Sling!” I shriek, jumping off the porch and sprinting toward him.