Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
When I had first talked about punishing her like a child, no, I wasn’t serious, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I liked the idea. The more she taunted me, the more I wanted to feel the sting of my hand slapping her ass.
I wanted to hear her cry out and make her apologize.
She was made to be under the control of a man like me.
And I’d be damned before I let some spoiled little bitch talk to me like that.
I stood and leaned over her, my hands on the headrest of her seat, my thighs on either side of her knees so she was caged in by my body.
Her big brown eyes looked up at me, tears collecting in the corners. She slouched deeper down into the chair, her cute, stubborn chin jutting out.
She was trying not to look scared, and failing miserably.
“Princess, you better consider your predicament here. There is no escape. Your brother isn’t coming to rescue you. He’s too absorbed in his little bitch wife to even notice you’re gone.”
Tears spilled down her face.
She was terrified.
Good.
She should be.
“I hate you,” she said, and I laughed.
“Then hate me. You think I care?” I asked. “I don’t give a fuck what you feel about me. Like all the rest of your feelings, it’s irrelevant. You are just a pawn in a much larger game.”
“Fuck you!” she said, crossing her arms over her chest and giving me the side of her face.
“This is disappointing. Perhaps if your father paid more attention to you, you would be better behaved. Why don’t you just call me Daddy from now on,” I teased as I pulled on one of her long, silky curls.
She yanked the hair out of my grasp, her narrowed gaze shooting daggers at me. “Go to hell!”
She had some fire in her, I’d give her that.
Even as a precocious teen, she was always going after something.
What I didn’t expect was how fucking sexy that fight was now that she was a grown woman.
Every time I saw even a spark of that fire, it made my cock twitch with interest.
This time, I grabbed her arm and wrenched her out of her seat.
Pulling her unwilling body onto my lap, I laid one of my hands across the top of her thighs, reaching around her shoulder from behind to wrap the other around her throat.
“Such vile words for a lady,” I teased. “Does big brother know his sweet baby sister has the mouth of a whore?”
“Let me go.” She tried to pull from my grasp, so I tightened my fingers around her throat, her rapid pulse beating against my fingertips where they pressed into her soft flesh.
Not enough to really hurt her, but enough to prove that I could hurt her if I wanted.
I leaned in closer, inhaling the lingering scent of the crisp autumn air that still clung to her auburn hair. Letting my breath tickle the tiny wisps of curls near her ear, I rasped, “Never. You are mine now, mine to play with, mine to discipline. Mine. It is within my power to ruin you, little girl. So I suggest you behave.”
Her back stiffened and she swallowed, her throat muscles contracting under my grasp.
My palm glided up and down her thigh in slow, soothing circles. She hissed an indrawn breath through her clenched jaw the closer my fingers came to the tight seam between her thighs. “I’m going to give you a choice, princess. You can get on your knees right now and show me what a good girl you are going to be for me ...”
I slid my hand along the top of her thigh to her hip, then back to hover the tips of my fingers over her silk-obscured pussy.
With how her father ignored her, I doubted she was untouched.
Even in our circles, where a daughter’s virginity was a commodity to be hoarded and bartered as if it were a valuable asset, most women were overvalued, having secretly lost their worth to the family’s horse trainer or ski instructor or private tutor years earlier.
“Or you can continue to be a spoiled little bitch, and I will punish you.” I caressed the silk of her dress over her pussy. “I confess, I’m hoping you’ll choose being a spoiled bitch. Nothing would give me more pleasure than flipping this dress over your head, tearing off your panties and whipping your lily-white, pampered ass bright red.”
With an outraged cry, she fought me with everything she had, striking me with her tiny, ineffective, balled-up fists. “Fuck you.”
Snatching her wrists, I laughed. “Excellent choice, princess.”
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I easily lifted her off my lap, then laid her on her stomach over my thighs.
She was still struggling against my restraining hand when I released her wrists and placed my hand on her lower back.