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I stared down at my lap like a fricking coward.
“Look at me,” he said. I looked up and he was taking his necklace off and putting it on the nightstand. “Not so tough when you’re not hiding behind your phone? I can’t believe you took off like that.”
“I was making a point,” I mumbled petulantly and as the last word was coming out of my mouth he had my chin in his grasp. His eyes were fiery mad and fricking scary.
“Then I guess I need to make my point now,” he told me.
He let go of my face and sat on the edge of the bed beside me, “Over my knee,” he said calmly, so calmly that for a second I thought he was going to crack a smile. It was so preposterous that he couldn’t possibly be serious. But he didn’t crack a smile. He was serious. He had a belt in his hand.
I gawked at him, then at the belt, then at him again. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to his lap, tightening his lips.
I started to shake my head, “When we have a problem. We need to talk about it; we---“
He grabbed me and threw me across his lap before I could finish.
“We can talk later, Tia. Right now, I need to beat your ass.” I could feel a rock hard erection under me. His hand was flat across my lower back.
I tried to get up but he suddenly had my hair. He made a ponytail with it at the nape of my neck.
“Tommy, please don’t.”
“No? Why?”
“We need to talk about our problems, we need---“
“Oh, talk? You mean not take off and run away leaving the other person in the middle of the fucking street?”
I opened my mouth and nothing came out.
He slapped my rear, not very hard, and with his hand, but then he reached under, undid my belt, button, and zipper, then yanked my shorts and underwear down just past my butt and having them around my thighs just felt so…so tawdry or something.
Another slap, still his hand but on my bare rump. Ouch, that hurt.
“Wrong answer,” he said. Then his hand was on my butt. The coolness off it felt soothing after the two slaps. I held my breath.
“What should you have said?”
I frowned. Did he think I was going to apologize?
“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m apologizing to you after what you did to me today,” I told him.
Slap.
“Hey!” I shouted and tried to struggle out of his hold. I couldn’t believe this was still, at his core, who he was. After everything we’d been through, after all that he’d said.
It was like he read my mind just then, “Do you think that because I’ve been sweet to you that this part of me is gone?” he said low and menacingly, “Do you think because I’m in love with you that you
can walk all over me? Do you fucking think you can tell me what I need to do for you to be faithful to me? Really? Fucking really?”
Whoa.
“I’m in charge,” he said low and dug his fingers into my rear end. It was hard and definitely going to leave a bruise, “Me!”
“Tommy,” I whimpered.
“What?”
“Don’t,”
