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‘Stand up.’
My knees trembled as I did, my arms still fixed behind me. My cheeks reddened as he walked around me. God, what was I doing? Why was I doing this? To appease him? Or did the idea of his tattooed arms wrapping about me and pinning me to him do something else in my brain? I became hyperaware of every inch of my body as he took his time, eyeing me from head to toe, scrutinising me in a way no-one had openly done before. My mouth dried as he stepped closer, tension gripping at my stomach.
‘I’m going to take your jeans off.’ His voice had taken on a deep gruffness that made me want to squirm. I didn’t. I held my head high and gave a slight nod. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he affected me.
My breath caught in my throat as he knelt in front of me, his fingers tugging at the button of my jeans until it popped open. Flutters filled my stomach when he leaned in close, his warm fingers grazing my hips as he pulled my jeans down, taking them off along with my shoes and socks. I could almost feel the heat burning from my cheeks as I stood there in my dirty top, from our tussle at the roadside, and nothing else, before he rifled through my broken bag and slid a pair of clean underpants up over my hips. He stood back up and tipped my chin.
‘Eyes on me.’
I complied as I swallowed hard.
‘I’m going to give you a safe word. I want you to only use it if you have to.’
‘I thought you were punishing me, not playing?’
‘I am. But I want you to know that you have an out. I can always find another way to make you sorry.’
‘Okay,’ I whispered.
‘Your safe word is home.’
I ground my teeth as I stared up at him, his blue eyes darker than usual. He’d given me an out. I could say it before he even started. Why?
Then he was walking around me and sitting on the corner of the bed. He tapped his lap, and I hesitated. We’d been close a few times, but never like this. Once when I tricked him, and then when we’d slept in the car. The other times had all been in fight-or-flight modes. I walked over to him and stood by his legs, gasping as he reached up and grabbed the back of my head, forcing me over his lap.
It was difficult not being able to see his face as he pinned me with one arm on top of my hands and wrapped around my waist. I bit my lip as his hand kneaded at the round flesh of my ass, the tender touch almost worse than the pain I’d been expecting.
‘You have been a pain in my ass since the moment you were engaged.’ He spoke softly, but with a sharpness that sent flutters of guilt into my belly. ‘You have used me, tricked me, and destroyed my property. You have derailed our trip and caused me more headaches than any woman ever has.’
I hung limply over him as he spoke, trying not to let the disappointment in his voice affect me. I shouldn’t care. He was an asshole sent to drag me back to hell.
The first slap of his firm hand against my rear had me let out a long breath as I flinched. Heat rippled from my ass as I bit my lip harder, determined not to let him see me cry out.
‘That was for spitting cum on my trousers.’
Another sharp slap resounded in the small room as my eyes widened. I had never been spanked as a child, or as an adult, and it was more painful than I’d given it credit for.
‘That was for running from the taverna.’
When the third slap came, I kicked a leg up, trying to protect my poor sore arse.
‘That was for my phone.’
Then he placed two spanks almost simultaneously. The loud cracks followed by a whimper that I couldn’t hold in. It hurt. My ass was on fucking fire and a thread of anger mingled with something that I was far more ashamed of.
‘That was for my cards, and my tyre.’
Tears pricked as I considered saying home, considered making it all stop. But something in me wanted to show him I could take it. That I wasn’t just the spoiled little rich girl. That I was tougher than he thought. I also didn’t want it to end because as the pain subsided, a deep-seated pleasure was building inside of me.
I writhed as the next spank came, my side grazing his dick, which was hard against me. More heat filled my cheeks as he caressed my burning ass.
‘That was for taking my knife.’
‘Please,’ I whimpered from beneath the curtain of hair which fell over my face. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘I don’t believe you Esther.’ Another hard spank brought the tears falling over my cheeks as I groaned deeply against him. ‘You’d do it again.’
I choked on a sob as he continued to lay hard strokes of his palm on my ass, the pressure and heat beginning to overwhelm me. I gave up on the idea of taking it quietly, my sobs mixing with moans as he began alternating between spanks and caresses. The spanks heightened the pleasure of his fingers grazing over the heated flesh, the contrast between them dizzying.
