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I set my purse down on the sofa and he looks me over in my clothes.
“What the hell’s that you’re wearing?” He frowns and lingers on my little puff-sleeved top.
“It’s called clothes,” I inform him. “Made from cotton, and viscose.” There was no way I would have thought to smart mouth him like that a few days ago.
It’s very different to when I asked him where he’d been last Sunday night. My tone today is harsher and demanding.
He gives me a tight-lipped grin that’s not really a grin and rushes at me.
There’s no way I can dodge or move away, he’s too fast and too strong.
He shoves me into the wall and I cry out from the impact. I hit out at his rock hard chest and end up hurting my fingers. He grabs my hands with just one hand to stop me and with the other he rams a fist into the wall.
“Let go of me,” I shuffle against him but he doesn’t listen.
“Fucking hell… Mia! You fucking make me fucking crazy,” he growls, hitting at the wall again and again.
He’s saying that to me like he wasn’t crazy before.
“You asshole, get away from me, and let me go.”
Oh I don’t know who told me to say that. It makes him more insane. Instead of knocking the wall, he grabs my top and tears it off me. The fabric just rips like paper and falls off me.
I want to try and do something, anything, then his fingers brush over my stomach and make me crazy too. Crazy with need. Need for him.
He senses it.
Something changes in his eyes as he looks at me and now he gives me a maddening smile.
“If I wanted you to wear cotton and fucking viscose— whatever the fuck that is— I’d dress you in it,” he rips off my skirt and tears my panties off too.
I catch my breath and wince when he grabs me, pulls me over to the sofa and shocks me by bending me over his knee.
I’m too stunned to talk and when I catch my breath it leaves me right away when his heavy hand lands straight on my ass.
I cry out from the impact and the shock. I’m too stunned to talk. He just spanked me and I cry out once more when he does it again.
And again, a tear runs down my cheek but something fades in the anger that boiled in me. One last slap on my ass and then he starts rubbing the area he spanked.
I feel his fingers on my back then trail down the cheeks of my ass then I feel his lips. Kissing the skin better.
I look back to him and we’re both breathing hard. I didn’t even realize that my hair had come undone.
It’s now cascading down my shoulders.
He turns me around and pulls me to him, but sets me against the sofa.
In all my years I’d never experienced such turmoil of emotion in so little time. I should be enraged but I’m not. The anger that roiled within me has sated.
We look at each other for seconds then he places a hand to the flat of my stomach and stares me down.
I know this game. He exerts his power and shows me what he wants and then I’m supposed to follow his lead. It’s like throwing a bone to a dog.
The dog knows you have the means and takes the bone, they decide what happens next.
When my fingers slink up to my bra and I snap open the little butterfly clasp holding it together, he smiles. This smile is different. It’s the one I’m used to, it’s him.
He leans closer and covers my right nipple with his lips. He flicked the sensitive tip with his tongue while his fingers work the other.
