Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“You will not disobey me again.” Another slap, and now I wish I’d gotten her jeans down around her thighs before I started this. My mouth waters at the idea of watching her ass turn darker red with every blow. “Say it.”
“No!”
All that earns her is another smack, so hard her entire body tenses. “It’s just going to get worse, Mia. I’m going to do this until you get the message. Follow the rules, and this doesn’t have to happen again. Got it?” When all she does is fight harder, she gets another slap. My palm is stinging now, but I ignore the sensation in favor of enjoying the position I’m in. She’s at my mercy, completely, no matter how she fights. All she’s doing is tiring herself out, her kicks weaker, her cries softer.
And if this goes on much longer, I’m going to break the zipper on my jeans. It’s painful, my erect cock squashed awkwardly. And every time she squirms, brushing against it, it takes everything I have to keep from groaning.
“Tell me you’re going to be a good girl from now on.” When she hesitates, I make contact again. She sucks in a breath through clenched teeth but doesn’t cry out. “Well? Are you going to say anything? Or do you like this? Is that why you can’t help testing me? Did you always secretly hope I would do this?”
She looks at me again, her face dark red, her eyes watering, and I could almost believe I’m right. “Go to hell.”
“That’s not an answer.” I lift my hand menacingly. “I’ve been holding back so far. Do you want to see what I’m really capable of?”
She’s not a stupid girl. Good sense wins out in the end. “Fine. Damn you. Fine. Now let me up.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I should hold you like this for a while.” I bring my hand down, but it’s not to spank her. This time, I’m almost gentle as I graze the curves of her cheeks. How many times have I imagined doing this? Even with a layer of denim in the way, it’s almost more than I can handle without losing control and tearing her pants off.
And when she shivers—a single spasm almost violent enough to knock her off my lap—I let her go before this can go too far. Hell, I’m thinking it already has.
She doesn’t look at me. Doesn’t say a word. She goes straight to her room and closes the door. Not even a slam. She only closes it, leaving me alone.
And I do what I know I shouldn’t but can’t help. I lean back and unzip my jeans, sighing in relief as I free my cock from its prison. I take it in my fist and pump hard, the image of Mia’s perfect ass burned into my brain.
She shivered. She wanted it. And dammit, so did I. So much that I couldn’t even make it to my room before stroking myself like this, like some depraved fucking lunatic sitting out in the open. “Mia,” I grunt under my breath, teeth gritted, remembering how firm her ass is, how easy it was to make her submit.
The first spurt shoots from the tip before I can catch it against my other hand. It splashes over my jeans. Again, and again. My balls empty, the tension slowly easing as I loosen my grip and let my softening dick fall against my waistband.
Tonight, I went farther than I ever should have, and I only want more.
What is she doing to me?
And how much longer until jerking off won’t be enough?
12
MIA
What the hell just happened?
I haven’t even turned the light on in my room. I can’t move. I’ve been leaning against my door for… I have no idea how long. I can’t wrap my head around this. How I’m supposed to feel. What I’m supposed to do next.
It was wrong, wasn’t it? What he did was wrong. Spanking me like I’m a child. I don’t even think my mom ever spanked me when I was little. But now here I am. My ass stings, and it took all I had not to burst out crying.
At first. When he first threw me over his knee.
After that…
I don’t think I’ve ever been so inexplicably wet. My panties are sticking to my skin. I’m so turned on it hurts. It only got worse every time his hand made contact. Am I one of those people who gets off on being spanked? What the hell am I supposed to do with this new knowledge?
Was it only because the spanking was coming from him? Maybe I wouldn’t have gotten off on it if it was anybody else. But I’m not going to go out and experiment with somebody else, either.
My head is spinning. My heart is still racing. How can I face him again?