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Chapter Eleven
Josephine
“What the fuck is this?” Maceo’s fire and brimstone voice says behind me.
I spin around with my shorts shucked and see Maceo holding up my burner.Well, fuck.
“It’s the burner I picked up when I found out you hacked into my phone.” I answer honestly. “I was pissed and I thought I wasn’t getting back together with you. I knew you were not settling on me walking away and weren’t going to stop tracking me.
“I felt violated and betrayed and I wanted control of my life again. I bought the phone to keep you from spying on me. I probably would have told you about it sooner if the past twenty-four since you came back hadn’t been so hectic.”
Maceo closes his eyes and grinds his teeth. “You have every right to be mad about me hacking into your phone and everything else. I understand why you got it, but I don’t understand why loafer-dick is communicating with you on it. How many times did you have contact with Jacob on this phone?”
“It was how I communicated with him about coming onto the project. I knew you were angry when you saw that I talked to him the night I blocked you, and Punk told me you needed to focus on your mission, so I used the burner instead. Check for yourself. It’s all right there. I believe it was three times I called him to update him on the progress of the build. He would text a lot, but I never responded to anything unless it was related to the project,” I say evenly and unashamed.
As pissed as he is right now, he has nothing on how furious I was the night when everything came to light. For Christ’s sake, he hacked into my life and was spying on me. I shouldn’t need to defend myself in this situation at all.
Maceo nods, accepting my reasoning but clearly displeased. The next thing I see, he’s crushing the phone in his hand like it’s an aluminum can. I gape.
Holy shit! How is that humanly possible?
He throws the broken phone into my bedroom trash can and stalks toward me, eyes coal-black and smoldering.
Before I can respond with words or move my body, he grips me by the waist and spins me to the bed where he forces me to bend over, my chest flush against the comforter.
What in the world is going on?
He bends to whisper in my ear. “I recall you giving me permission to do this.”
Oh my!I’m instantly moist between my thighs, knowing what’s about to happen.
His body moves away and I feel the slap of his palm on my ass. It stings and I suck in a ragged breath. He cups my sore cheek with his massive hand, massaging away the pain.
My body shivers in response to his touch. He slaps my other cheek with a loud smack, harder than the first. I yelp in surprise and struggle to stand. He uses his free hand to push me back down into the mattress. Again, he rubs the sting of the burn deeper into the curve of my ass, causing a trail of heat to go straight to my clutching sex.
My brain is discombobulated as it tries to make sense of my reaction, being forced into submission.
“The color red looks amazing on your ass,” he whispers.
It seems like Maceo’s done, but suddenly he gives me five more rapid slaps on alternating cheeks. I cry out. But worse than the pain or the humiliation is how turned on I’m getting from the punishment he’s inflicting on my bottom. My thong is soaked through and I bet my money he knows it too.
Both of his palms are massaging my burning ass cheeks and I hate how good it feels. I whimper at the contact and fight myself from pushing my butt up into his open hands, begging for more.
“I’ve wanted to spank your ass from the first day, when you took off after I fucked you on the trail. And every time since, when you’ve done something to piss me off, I’ve been visualizing having your bare ass exposed to me,” he says in a husky, deep voice.
Maceo stands behind me rubbing my ass cheeks. His fingers lace into my thong and he slides it down slowly, sinking to his knees behind me. His hand cracks over my ass again, and he quickly runs his hand over my sensitive skin. I bite back the moan working its way out of my throat.
Again, he slaps my ass, but this time the massage comes from his mouth—sucking, nipping, and kissing my hurt cheek. No longer able to hold back, I moan embarrassingly loud.
He smacks his hand over the other cheek and repeats the kisses. I’m practically purring, and my resolve weakens.
“I love how fucking responsive and wet you are for this. I love how much my punishment turns you on. I love how you’re taking this like a champ,” he murmurs between kissing both sides of my ass with his soft lips.
He pulls my ass cheeks apart and inhales. “I love how fucking good your excitement smells,” he growls before diving in to feast on my pussy.
The sensation is intense and I cry out, pulling myself up on the bed. He grabs me by the hips and yanks me back.
“Nu-uh, Pixie. This pussy ismineto enjoy and you’re going to takeeverythingI give you. Unless you say ‘ice cream,’ I’m not stopping” he growls before spreading my legs wide, giving him more access to my pulsing sex.
