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By kicking him again after his warning, Iwasinviting him to show me the worst of him, just like he said. See what he’d do. Dare him.
I’m insane, aren’t I?
You’d only use it as a reason to cement your mistrust of me.
He was right, and if he used me like Valdred and Junis, I absolutely would hold it against him. He’s too smart for that.
So what does he have in store for me? I don’t doubt that he intends to teach me a lesson.
“Say it,” he teases, the heat of his breath prickling my skin, making it tickle. “Tell me you deserve to be punished.”
Yeah, right.
“Go fuck yourself,” I snap, pushing my luck again, and practically shivering in anticipation.
My skin’s on fire, my inside clenched, alert. But I’d rather die than admit any of that.
“Such a greedy little brat.” His thumb shifts, moving to the other side of my throat, pressing on it a little. "You’re yearning to be used. And for some reason, you also seem to prefer being forced into it, don’t you?”
I’d like to say he’s wrong. I’ve had enough of being forced into anything for a lifetime. Yet at the same time, I absolutely am dying for him to bend me over and make me forget my very name, but I don’t want to say so. I’d prefer if he’d just do it. That’s not fair, or logical, but it’s what I want all the same.
He’s right. I’m turning into such a brat. I wasn’t before; whenever I met some guy at a club, I was never shy about telling them what I was after. But there’s a difference between telling some software engineer to lie back and let me ride him, and giving something like Ryther license to use my body. There will be no amount of control left if I let him take over. No telling what he will do. And something tells me that I won’t recover from it.
Without warning, a sharp, sudden slap hits my bare butt, making my skin sing under the harsh ministration.
Holy. Fuck.
I inhale sharply, greedily taking in as much air as my mouth can contain as my body arches up.
I’m having a hard time being coherent in my own mind, reconciling the various sensations running through my body—the aching heat rumbling in my core, the sting of my sensitive rear, the fact that my thighs clench, the humiliation of having been spanked like a naughty little child.
He fuckingspankedme.
I don’t think anyone has ever dared. Certainly not my parents. They were the type to talk things out when we misbehaved, and to reasonably agree on appropriate punishments. Our phones and tablets being taken away. Being grounded. My least favorite: going to bed without dessert.
Never anything physical.
Considering the mixture of arousal and rage running through my body, I’m infinitely grateful my parents never spanked me. If that’s what it does to me, that would have been awkward.
I’ve only recovered enough to open my mouth andscreamat him, when his hand connects with my ass a second time, spanking only inches higher, a little harder.
I grab his arm by both hands, leaning forward without meaning to.
This time, I’m less shocked by the liquid heat flooding between my thighs. I regain my ability to snap, fast. “What thehelldo you think you?—”
His fingers tighten around my throat and pull me closer, until my chest is flush against his, my breasts touching his hard stomach. I can feel a distinctive, huge bulge right against my belly.
He’shard.
Very, very hard.
And he's slapping my ass again, a third time, and a fourth after that. All words escape me as I lean in, away from the sharpness, it seems, at first. But I realize, with shame and confusion that bendingtowardshim only presents my ass to his hand. My mouth remains open in a wordless plea.
Despite the buoyancy of the water, the slaps are fast, harsh, unrelenting, and they just keep coming, making my skinsting. I want to say I hate this. I want to tell him to stop. But my open mouth can no longer formulate any words, just mindless, animalistic moans and whines.
Unfortunately, he’s fully capable of speech. “It’s been some time since I’ve visited your world, but if I’m right, I believe this is calledfuck around and find out.”
Never mind my puny little kicks. I should have kneed his fuckingballs.
