Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“You don’t pay for ladies!” she fired at me. “You pay for whores. That’s what you treated me like the other day, so that is what I dressed like.”
“If you keep talking like that, I will find a much better use for your mouth,” I warned.
Without waiting for another reply, I ran into the door again, and this time the wood splintered, and the door collapsed to the floor.
Amelia was still in that torn green dress, her pussy exposed, mouth open, eyes wide.
My breath was billowing in and out in rapid pants, and I could only imagine the beast I looked like to her right now.
I stalked into the room, stepping on top of what was her door and taking off my jacket.
“Now, little girl, are you going to find out what it’s like to be punished, or are you going to beg for mercy?”
CHAPTER 11
AMELIA
“Get out!” I screamed, hoping there was no quiver in my voice as I did so.
He took another menacing step toward me. “I’m not going to tell you again. Take off the dress, or I will take it off for you.”
“You have no right,” I bit back.
“You’re my future wife. I have every right.”
“You can’t just come here and demand that I—”
“Act and dress in ways befitting my wife. I most certainly can. And I have.” He cleared the distance between us and took hold of the dress’s fabric. The sound of material ripping blended with my screams of protest.
I fought to keep standing, but my knees buckled.
He caught me and yanked me back up.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what?”
“Please,” I repeated.
“Please what?”
“Please don’t hurt me,” I whispered.
“Take off what’s left of the dress,” he demanded.
“No,” I cried.
I prayed he didn’t make me, but I knew he would.
My hands trembled as I reached behind my back and grabbed the fabric. I pulled the ends apart and let the dress fall to the floor around me. The cool air hit my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
I cradled myself, arms wrapping around my chest. I had never felt so vulnerable before in my life. I refused to meet his gaze. I couldn’t.
“Do you like the way this feels?” His slid his hand down my body, brushing my arms aside and palmed one of my breasts.
“No.”
“Do you like the way I’m touching you?” He slid his hand lower, between my legs.
“No, I do not.” But I was lying, and if he felt the wetness forming on my pussy, he’d know the answer for himself.
“Where’s my brave and defiant bride now?” He leaned in and inhaled deeply. “I can smell the fear on you.”
He pulled back just enough for me to see a spark of mischief glimmer in his eyes, and a wicked smile form on his face. “Good. Because you should be very afraid of what I’m about to do to you, and just how much you are going to enjoy it.”
As I clung to the remnants of my modesty, he reached for his buckle, unfastened his belt, and swooped it free from the loops.
“Time for your punishment, darling. Bend over.”
My eyes widened at the command, and I began to tremble. I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t. “Naughty girls get punished in this marriage. Best you learn that now.” He gave me another smile, his belt still clenched in his fist. “But I promise to kiss it all better at the end.”
I couldn’t tell if he was taunting me or making a delicious promise. Either way, I couldn’t move. My body remained frozen in place.
Then, with a firm tug, he yanked me by my arm and pulled me over to my vanity. With a sweep of his arm, he sent the small bottles of perfume and makeup brushes scattering to the carpet.
I tried to keep my feet, but his strength overpowered mine.
He bent me over the table, and he pushed my face into the wood. The smell of freshly polished mahogany was strong and comforting but not nearly as comforting as the feel of his hands between my shoulder blades and his breath on the back of my neck.
“How long has it been since someone took you in hand and spanked this perfect ass of yours? Was I your first the other night?”
“N-never,” I stuttered. “Only you dared—”
“Well, let’s make up for lost time, shall we?” He continued to caress my body. “I’m going to whip this ass of yours, and it’s going to hurt. It’s not going to be like before. I’m not going to stop after a few light swats.”
A few light swats—was that what he called my punishment from the other night?
Oh God, what did that mean for this punishment?
With one harsh, swift swoosh of the belt, I felt the sting of leather against flesh.
I cried out at the contact, but the vanity table muffled the sound.