AllFreeNovel
Share Us
It earns me another slap to the ass. I shift, hissing.
“Grab the edges of the table and stay still. I’d like to enjoy my breakfast without you making my plate shake if you don’t mind.”
I do as he says, the smell of the omelet right next to my face making my stomach grumble.
“If you’re a good girl who keeps still and quiet while I eat, you’ll get to eat too. And if you’re extra good, I’ll even sink my dick inside this dripping pussy.”
I feel the plastic of the spatula against the back of my thigh before a light tap lands on my pussy. I have to bite my lower lip to keep from releasing a humiliating noise of pleasure.
“So wet,” he chuckles. “This is why we’re perfect together, my love. Who else but you is so responsive to being treated this way?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, begging the embarrassment to leave my body. I fail. I’m only left with one thing to save my pride. Stubbornness.
“Watch what you say, Elliot,” I say as loud as I can for someone face down on a kitchen table, who has just been spanked with a spatula. “You and I aren’t together. You offer protection, and I give you my body in return. That’s not being boyfriend and girlfriendin my book.”
The first thing I hear is the chair falling to the floor. Next is the swoosh of someone sweeping everything off the table, and the crashing of his plate on the floor.
The slap of the spatula is hard this time, intent on hurting and leaving a mark. I grunt, tightening my jaw not to scream.
“Watch whatIsay?” he hisses behind me. Another strike makes me realize this isn’t a game. He’s upset.
Shit. Shit, it hurts.
“How about the little slut selling her body for protection watches whatshesays.”
The next strike burns through my skin, and the one after that makes me scream. I can feel sweat rolling down my back.
The next three make me feel like my cheeks have swollen. Tears are brimming in my eyes, and I choke on them when I scream again.
“S-stop,” I gasp. “Oh my god, please, Elliot.”
“Does it hurt?” he growls behind me.
Another strike makes me cry, “Yes!” My cheeks puff as I breathe out a stuttered “F—fuck.” I take in a painful breath. “It hurts.”
“Probably another well-learned lesson, then. Isn’t it?” When he strikes again, I’m on my toes, attempting to avoid the pain.
“Feet flat. Spread your legs wider.” He hits again and my knuckles are near popping from how hard I’m holding the edges of the table. “Whose collar are you wearing, Jade?”
“Yours.” I don’t hesitate for one second. I just want the pain to stop.
“Louder.” I expect another hit, but it doesn’t come. I’m speechless from the surprise. “I saidlouder.”Strike.
“Yours! It’s your collar.”
“That’s right. Now tell me, if that’s my collar around your neck, my protection you’re getting, and my fucking kitchen table you’re bent over, then what are you?”
I bite my lip, waiting for a strike. It doesn’t come.
His voice is calmer, needier when he talks again. “Say it, Jade. What are you?”
“Yours,” I rasp. I squeeze my eyes shut when I can’t hold the tears anymore.
“Good girl.” Instead of a hit, it’s a tap against my pussy this time.
It forces me to acknowledge how wet I am, and that surely doesn’t help with the tears. Another tap, and I cry out weakly.
“Say it again, my love.”
