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“You keep using that tone and you’re going to force me to discipline you.”
She pulls back her lips in a feral sneer. “What are you going to do?” she taunts “Threaten to spank me again? That’s all you do—hand out empty threats.”
Once again: very poor choice.
This little kiska has no idea who she’s dealing with.
I grab her arm and spin her around, pulling her back against my chest. There’s no way I can hide my erection now. It’s practically digging into her ass. “Was that a challenge?” I ask, hissing into her ear. She struggles hard but the little gasps exiting her body sound half-hearted to me. “I’m not so sure it was. If you want me to leave, you’re going to have to ask nicely. Otherwise… I’ll show you just how empty this threat isn’t.”
I’m vaguely aware that I’m not thinking straight. Or rather, I’m thinking with my dick. Now, if she just backs down, I can walk away without crossing that?—
“Fuck. You.”
Something gives way in my chest. The last bastion of resistance goes crumbling down.
And all hell breaks loose.
I drop down on the bed and drag her over my lap. Her shocked cry is swallowed up in another gasp when I rip down her sweatpants.
I take those black panties down with it, exposing the still-damp curves of her ass. The first slap lands hard, a sharp thunderclap in the otherwise taut silence of the steam-filled room.
“Let me be clear,” I snarl, spanking her a second time. “You don’t call the shots. I do.”
Another slap. Another squeal.
Her ass has turned pink already. I see the five points of my fingers blooming there like roses. The sharp thwack echoes in my ears, encouraging me to go in for another and harder and another and more.
But if I don’t stop now, I might end up with my face between her cheeks, curling my tongue into her pussy as she spasms and feeds me more of those delicious cries.
So instead of giving into my baser desires, I throw her onto the bed as she scrambles to pull her pants up.
“Order me around again and I won’t stop there,” I snarl before storming out of her room.
My boxers are wet with precum. Fuck, is that embarrassing. I’m a pakhan, a CEO, a thirty-five-year-old man who’s managed to cum in his pants and alienate the mother of his child, all in ten seconds flat.
Is that what Bee meant by “having a plan”?
34
WREN
It should be illegal to feel this many emotions in such quick succession.
First came the humiliation. Red-faced, horrified, stunned.
Then came shock.
Then there was anger—lots of that—followed by a nice, juicy helping of excitement.
Unfortunately for me, the excitement is the only one that lasted.
I writhed in bed for hours after Dmitri left me there. I was shamefully wet, even as my butt burned where he struck me. Sleep was being stingy, so when midnight turned to predawn and predawn turned to morning, I finally gave into the urge and touched myself.
It took approximately three seconds for me to come harder than I’ve ever come before as I relived the moment in my memory. As the orgasm faded, that roller coaster of emotions took me for another spin.
Humiliation—shock—anger—excitement—need.
And then we did the whole thing again for good measure.
