Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“And you didn’t deserve this?”
The smile falls and she averts her stare. “Maybe.”
I lie down beside her and grip her jaw, turning her face toward mine. “Was it Ben?”
“I don’t know,” she admits, voice soft. “To be honest, I didn’t stare at the picture long enough. I’m not exactly virginal in the bedroom. I like to be photographed in the heat of the moment. What I don’t like is having it used against me later.”
My dick can’t help but twitch at the thought of taking hundreds of nude photos of her. If she notices my erection pressing into her side, she doesn’t let on.
“You’d let me take pictures of you?” I murmur, teasing a finger along the column of her neck. “Kinky ones I can jerk off to later?”
Her lips part and her eyes darken. It’s dangerous that she responds to my depravity. It’s the only reason I can justify why I’m crashing my mouth to hers, needing to taste the desire on her lips.
Fuck, she always tastes so sweet.
I groan, delving my tongue into her mouth, desperate to have more of her. Her fingers find their way to my hair and she tugs, pulling me closer. My free hand roams to her ass and I squeeze one cheek hard enough to make her yelp.
“You’re not some random slut,” I rasp against her lips. “You’re my slut, aren’t you?”
I expect her to moan or dive deeper into this kinky fantasy, but the words are a cold splash on her and she freezes.
“It’s true,” she croaks. “I’m a slut.”
“For me,” I add, grinning evilly at her.
She shakes her head, frowning. “No, I, uh…” Her eyes begin to water again and her bottom lip wobbles. “I did something bad.”
“Tell me,” I demand.
Her eyes squeeze shut and a single tear races down her temple. “I blew your dad.”
I laugh because she has to be joking. She’s fucking joking. Right? The silence after that statement isn’t filled with a teasing giggle. Just humiliated quiet.
“Seriously?” I bark out, glowering down at her. “You had my dad’s dick down your throat? When?”
She swallows hard and peeks at me from behind wet lashes. “Last night.”
“Before or—”
After. It was after I had my fingers inside her. Unbelievable.
I start to pull away, but she grabs my shirt. “Don’t go, Spencer. Please. Something’s wrong with me. I don’t want to be this way. All I do is hurt people.”
I’m not hurt, I’m pissed.
“What the hell do you expect me to do with that information? Huh? Give you a high fucking five?”
“No, I—”
“Is that what you want? To fuck your stepdaddy?”
What about me?
“No, I mean, I don’t know. Spencer,” she says with a choked sob. “I want…I think you should punish me.”
I lift a brow at her. “You think I can spank the sluttiness right out of you?”
I’m pissed and yet my cock is leaking with pre-cum. The desire to whip her for fucking around with my dad is overwhelming.
“Make it hurt,” she breathes, voice soft and filled with need. “I deserve it.”
I’m hit with the vision of her bent over, ass up, and waiting for me to strike. Before she can change her mind, I give her a clipped nod and then slide off the bed. She yelps when I roughly flip her onto her stomach and drag her to the edge of the bed. Her body shudders as I palm her ass over her shorts.
I bet she’s fucking drenched between her thighs, needy for a little pain.
Hooking my fingers into her shorts, I pull them down but leave her thong on. If I took those off too, I’d be doing a lot more than spanking. My dick would find its way inside her and I’m not ready for that. Everything in my head is zinging all over the place. Fucking her could get ugly quickly, especially if my anger takes over.
“I’m going to use my belt,” I threaten, giving her ass a quick smack. “You’ll cry.”
“Do it.”
Her moaned taunt flips a switch inside me. I can’t get my belt off fast enough, eager to hear the leather strike against her skin. I fold the belt in half and then rub it down the crack of her ass. Without warning, I raise my arm back and then swing it down.
Crack!
Her surprised shriek makes my dick twitch. The red welt that begins forming on her ass cheek is fucking beautiful.
Swing. Strike. Crack.
Swing. Strike. Crack.
Over and over and over again, I swat her pretty ass, fixated on the crimson stripes painting her flesh. The sounds coming from her are a mix of moans and pained sobs. Her fingers dig into the bedspread, pulling the material into her fists and squeezing.
Time becomes a blur. I’m so damn turned on punishing her like this. Her body is responsive and she doesn’t try to run away despite her manic squirming.