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His hands disappear, leaving me desperate for him. I need to feel him inside me. His cock dug into my ribs the whole time he spanked me, so I expected to be thrown onto my back and fucked as soon as he finished.
“Sir?” I whine.
“Lie on the bed. Face down,” he orders.
I crawl off him and do as I’m told. He leaves but reappears a few moments later and rubs something cooling and soothing over my ass cheeks. Although it feels good, I’m still sore and pissed at him. Wrung out but desperate for him at the same time.
“You did well, sunshine,” he says softly. “Your ass looks even more beautiful after a spanking.”
I don’t respond.
“I can’t wait to use my paddle and my crop,” he says with a groan, squeezing a handful of my ass. “I can’t wait to see you striped with welts.”
Unexpected tears prick at my eyes and I turn away, but he turns me back to him.
“Don’t pout.”
“My butt hurts!”
He arches an eyebrow, and I’m sure I see the flicker of a smirk on his lips.Jackass!“It was a punishment. It was supposed to hurt.”
“You’ve spanked me before and it never hurt like that.”
“This is the first time I’ve punished you though, right? And will you think twice before you talk bad about yourself again?”
I press my lips together, refusing to give in so easily.
“Answer me, Mia.” His hand squeezes my tender flesh.
“Yes, Sir,” I gasp.
“So the correction worked then.” He does smirk now.
“The correction?” I snap at him, annoyance prickling beneath my skin. “You make me sound like a dog.”
All the humor on his face disappears, replaced with a simmering anger that vibrates through every part of him. I swallow hard and my heart rate kicks up at least half a dozen gears. Lorenzo Moretti is a violent and dangerous man, and I played with his last nerve. My blood freezes in my veins as I brace myself for another punishment.
But he pushes himself off the bed and stalks toward the closet. I watch him intently as he takes out two huge blankets and starts to spread one out on the floor beside the bed.
“You think I treat you like a dog?” His tone is calm and collected, but it’s so cold that it makes me shiver.
“I never said…” I swallow again. My heart pounds in my ears.
He nods toward the blanket on the floor. “This is where my dog would sleep.”
I blink at him. “Are you suggesting…?”
“Dogs don’t sleep in my bed. You want to accuse me of treating you like my pet, then I’ll show you exactly how that would feel. Floor. Now!”
My breath hitches in my throat as I stare at him. He’s serious. I should tell him to go to hell. Use my safe word, maybe? This has gone too far. So why do I slip out of bed and lie on the blanket on the floor? Because this feels like a test. Everything feels like a test with him, and I don’t want to fail so soon.
Tears prick my eyes and I swallow the emotion knotting my throat. “Don’t I even get a pillow?”
He places the second blanket over me, and although he’s mad and this is a punishment, he does it so tenderly that it makes me more emotional. “My dog wouldn’t even get a blanket.” Then he climbs into bed without another word.
I put my hands behind my head and stare at the ceiling. The blankets are thick and soft, but they do little to negate the hardness of the wood beneath me. This isn’t the worst place I’ve ever slept, but sleeping on the floor isn’t the most difficult part of this, at least not for me. It’s not being close to him that hurts. Not being able to touch him at all as I drift off to sleep, that’s the true punishment. And I’m sure the jackass knows it.
I listen to his steady breathing as I lie in the darkness. Needy for his touch. Wet from his teasing in the car and even from the spanking. His hands on any part of my body make me yearn for him. Is he awake? I bet he fell fast asleep the second his head hit the pillow.Correction:arrogant jackass!My back starts to ache and I shift onto my side.
