Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Or do you perhaps like to be punished?” His other hand yanks my dress up. Shivers cover my skin, but it has nothing to do with the cold air and everything to do with how he grabs my arse as if that’s what he was always meant to do.
“I did nothing to be punished for,” I speak firmly, even though my legs have turned into jelly.
“Nothing to be punished for?” His hand comes down on my arse and I yelp, my thighs shaking and coated with the evidence of my arousal.
“N-nothing,” I breathe out.
Slap.
I gasp, the sound ending in a moan. “…aaah.”
“You’re mine, so act like it, mean it, fucking breathe it if you have to. You do not get to defy me in public again. Do you understand?”
My quivering lips set in a line, I refuse to give him an answer.
Slap.
“I said. Do you understand?”
A full body shudder goes through me and my hands curl into fists in his hold, but I still don’t say a word.
“We can do this all night.” He grabs my arse with false tenderness, and I nearly moan at the sensation before he slaps the skin again.
A whimper rips out of me, and I hate how needy it sounds. I hate that no matter how sore my behind is, I can’t help wanting more.
His voice drops in range as he murmurs in my ear, “If you don’t say the words, I’m going to spank your little arse until everyone hears your cries. Is that what you want, wild one?”
“N-no!”
“Then say it.”
“Fine,” I hiss.
“Glad we agree on that.”
More like he coerced me into agreeing. Arsehole.
“Now, what did I say about staying away from Ethan?” He tightens his hold on my wrists. “When we go outside, you’ll tell him you won’t make it to the dinner.”
“No.” The word is barely audible, but it’s there. The most horrifying part is that I didn’t say it because I won’t allow Jonathan to dictate my life.
It’s more like a challenge. At this point, all I want is the lash of his hand and the way he elicits these weird sensations from deep inside me.
If provoking him is what it takes to bring out his true self, then so be it. I’ve become a pro at it in such a short time.
I have no idea why I’m so addicted to this side of Jonathan. Perhaps it’s because this is one of the rarest times he shows what’s actually inside him; I want to be the only one who gets to witness the great Jonathan King at his most raw, truest form.
“Aurora.” The warning in his voice is loud and clear.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
He spanks me again, and I get on my tiptoes from the force of it. My thighs are shaking from the amount of clenching my core has been doing since he walked in.
But that’s not all.
With every hit on my arse, it’s like he’s thrusting his fingers deep inside of me and owning me whole with no way out.
“Are you going to refuse Ethan’s invitation?”
“No.”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
I’m gasping for air by the time the multiple lashes are over.
My unsteady legs are splayed wide apart, my wrists are imprisoned behind my back, my arse burns, and my pussy pulses with the need for more.
I don’t know how much more. I seriously don’t know my limits anymore. Not that I’ve been an expert on those since the beginning. All I know is that being with Jonathan has stretched them pretty far, even for me.
“Let’s try this one more time.” He grips my arse threateningly, and although my underwear is still in place, I feel his touch all the way to my bones. “Are you or are you not going to refuse the invitation? This time, say the right words.”
“N-no.”
I brace myself for the onslaught of his hand, but it doesn’t come. I glimpse at him over my shoulder to find one of his eyes narrowed and pointed at me.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you, wild one?”
“No.”
“How come I don’t believe that?” He places his fingers at my core and I swallow as they meet my folds over the cloth. “You’re soaked and begging for more.”
He slides the ruined underwear down my legs and I don’t hesitate to step out of them. I watch with bated breath as he bunches the knickers and shoves them in his pocket.
“Why did you do that?” My voice is needy and all sorts of messed up.
“I’ll answer that if you tell me why you won’t refuse Ethan’s invitation.”
Because of his damn son, but I don’t voice that. I meant it when I said that Jonathan doesn’t get to tell me what to do.
“That’s what I thought.” He pushes me so that I’m bent over the table meant for supplies.
My chest touches the hard surface as he holds me down by my wrists. My throbbing nipples turn painful with the mere friction. I hear a belt snapping behind me, but before I can focus on it, the sound of a slap fills the air.