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“No doubting that,” he says, looking at my tits. I slap him playfully and he wraps his arms around me and kisses my mouth. “I don't want you to work today.”
“I have to; besides Mr. Investment Man, I took a big loss yesterday, I need to try to make that up.”
“How much did you lose?”
“Don't know for sure, depends on how long I have to supply Di...um the guy I made the deal with yesterday,” I stammer. His eyebrows quirk up, noticing I almost slipped up saying Dingo's name.
“You about told me his name.”
“Yep, you turn my brain into mush, I gotta quit talking shop with you.” “No, you need to start telling me everything you’re doing,” he scolds.
“You said you don't like my side business. I don't want you always pissed at me, so what you don't know won't hurt you.” I smile, turning to look at him.
He tilts his head and looks at the ceiling for a few minutes like he is thinking about something, and then suddenly he blurts out, “I don't want you going to Dingo's house.”
I shoot up and stare at him. “What the fuck! How the hell do you know who it was?”
“Watch how you talk to me, Kitten, and you’re lucky I don't beat that pretty little ass of yours for going over there. Bring the shit you’re delivering to him to the club. I will make sure he gets it, but you are not to go over there. Are we clear?” he finishes, staring into my eyes, his face serious.
“No, we’re not clear,” I say pissed, and shove his leg in anger for getting involved. He shoots up now, his face in a scowl.
“That guy is dangerous. He already hit you, do you think he won't do it again, or worse? Do you know he works for Roscoe Martin, the largest kingpin in this area?” he finishes, his hands on my biceps shaking me, pleading me to listen to him.
“No. I told you; I work alone. And if your so Goddamned worried about it, you should just give me back my gun,” I sneer, breaking the hold he has on me. He grabs me and throws me down on the mattress on my stomach and spanks me till tears fill my eyes. “You will not go over there, are we clear, Kitten?” he growls in my ear.
“No. we’re not,” I sputter back through tears, my ass on fire. He starts spanking me again, harder this time, until I am full-out sobbing from the pain.
“Are we clear now, Kitten?” he growls.
“Y-ye-yes,” I sob, not able to take anymore.
He flips me over, then hovering above me, his arms straddled at my sides, he leans in my face and yells. “I'm Goddamn serious, Kitten! I better not find out you went over there.” I just nod, crying too hard to answer him verbally. I really hate him sometimes, but I can’t seem to stay away either.
23
C
While getting ready for work back in my condo, I go over in my head of what happened after the Dingo fiasco. Linc and I had spent forty-five minutes talking. He made it very clear that I deserved every bit of the spanking he gave me for arguing with him. And that any more defiance from me would be met with the same punishment.
“I thought you were a Dom?” I had asked.
“I am... I don't really practice that now, so to speak, but it is in my blood, who I am.” He shrugged.
“Well, I don't know much about BDSM, but I thought spankings were supposed to be erotic or something?” I asked confused, rubbing my sore ass.
“Yes, it can be,” he answered, smiling sheepishly. Then bending down, he ran his tongue along the sensitive skin of my ass cheek. He followed the hot wet trail of his tongue with nipping kisses and lightly massaging fingers. The sensual touch against the stinging pain made me moan as I became aroused, my pussy quivered and grew wet. He crawled up the bed to my head and traced my ear with his tongue, as he reached between my legs with his hand and ran his fingers through my folds collecting the wetness. Then bringing his fingers up to his mouth, he sucked them clean and said, “But, this will be the ONLY time you’ll feel pleasure from a spanking I give you, Kitten. Because they are punishment for your defiance and will be given as such.” Then he rolled off the bed and smacked my ass hard, making me come on the spot.
“Fuck me,” I panted, sticking my face into the pillow under my head as I rode out my orgasm.
He chuckled at me and then continued, “If you want to get a shower here, there are towels in the cabinets under the sink.”
The mention of his shower had sobered me enough to roll over and look at him, while tilting my head with my eyebrows raised.
“What?” he asked, confused.
"Um... what’s up with your shower?" I asked skeptically.
He started laughing. “Have you seen it?”
