Page 24 of Disciplined: His Forbidden Crush

“Such a stubborn child,” he taunted, smacking Summer’s ass again for emphasis. The sound resonated in the room, and a shiver of anticipation coursed through Rafael’s veins. “You just never learn, do you?”

“¡Vete al diablo!” Summer’s voice shook with anger and humiliation.

“Ah, such foul language,” Rafael chided, delivering another, harder spank that made Summer gasp. “I can’t believe Garcia would allow his son to speak like that.”

“¡Hijo de puta!” Summer cursed, the words coming out strangled as he struggled beneath Rafael’s grip, staring back in horror over his shoulder. His hair spilled messily around his cheeks, and his green eyes blazed even as they glistened with unshed tears.

Rafael felt a twisted sense of satisfaction at hearing Summer curse him so passionately. With little effort, he reached under Summer, his fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper of Summer’s jeans. Despite Summer’s writhing and protests, Rafael managed to yank them down, along with his underwear, exposing the smooth, tan ass he’d been punishing.

“Seems like I have to teach you some respect,” Rafael murmured, taking in the sight before him. His heart pounded in his chest, and he fought to maintain control over himself.

“Let me go!” Summer demanded, his voice quivering as he tried to twist out of Rafael’s grasp.

“Stay still, or it will be worse for you,” Rafael warned darkly, his palm hovering over the now exposed skin, feeling the heat radiating from Summer’s body.

Rafael’s eyes took in the sight of his charge pinned chest down over his lap, jeans bunched around his knees and his bare ass exposed. Summer’s auburn hair was tousled around his face and shoulders in an auburn mass. Rafael couldn’t help but notice how lovely Summer’s ass was, round, firm, and just begging to be disciplined further. He felt his excitement growing, knowing that he was about to give Summer exactly what he deserved.

“Still think I’m all talk?” Rafael growled, his voice low and dangerous as he raised his palm above Summer’s smooth flesh. The anticipation was palpable, a heavy tension in the room that made it difficult to breathe.

“Fuck you,” Summer spat, his voice thick with anger and fear.

“Wrong answer,” Rafael said gleefully, bringing his palm down hard on Summer’s ass. The sound of flesh striking flesh filled the room, echoing off the walls and blending with Summer’s indignant cry of pain. Rafael felt the sting in his own hand, but it only fueled his desire to keep going. Summer’s ass was so soft beneath his touch, and each slap sent a rush through Rafael’s body that he couldn’t ignore.

Summer cursed at him, still struggling beneath Rafael’s grip as he tried to escape his punishment. For a moment, Rafael reveled in the sight of Summer pinned chest-down over his lap. His exposed ass was red with the print of Rafael’s hand. His body shook, humiliation in the hunch of his shoulders, in the hands curled into fists behind his back.

“Ready for more?” Rafael taunted.

“Vete al diablo,” Summer shot back at him, the words almost a growl.

“You already said that,” Rafael murmured, drawing his hand back before bringing it down again on Summer’s soft flesh. The satisfying smack reverberated through the room, followed by Summer’s pained gasp. Rafael felt a thrill at the sound, enjoying the helpless noises Summer made under his control.

Each slap, each resounding smack, echoed in Rafael’s crotch. Despite his anger, he couldn’t deny the intoxicating pleasure that came from this.

Summer’s protests eventually turned wordless, his voice hoarse from the pain and frustration as he could only manage choked cries with each hit. He quit struggling, simply bracing himself in anticipation.

“Maybe you’re finally learning your lesson,” Rafael observed coolly, pausing to assess the damage he had inflicted. Summer’s ass was now a canvas of red hand prints, blurred into a single badge of shame.

His eyes flicked to the open window, the sluggish breeze doing little to cool the heated atmosphere in the apartment. He smirked, imagining someone passing by on the street below, hearing the sharp smacks and Summer’s pained cries.

“Anyone out there would think you’re enjoying this,” Rafael taunted. “Screaming like a puta who can’t get enough.”

“Rafael,” Summer choked out between sobs, his voice raw and desperate. “Please...just stop.”

“Can’t take it anymore?” Rafael asked mockingly, but he couldn’t deny how it felt to see Summer like this. Ignoring the plea, he landed another hard smack on the reddened flesh of Summer’s ass, making him yelp in pain.

This time, however, Rafael let his hand linger on Summer’s sore flesh, giving it a firm squeeze that elicited a high-pitched squeal. The sensation of Summer’s tender skin beneath his fingers sent a burst of arousal through him.

As if reading his thoughts, Summer shifted slightly. Rafael felt something against his thigh, and realized with a start that Summer was hard. The realization sent a shockwave of conflicting emotions through him. It was both arousing and alarming, a combination that left him struggling to maintain control over himself.

“Seems like you’re getting off on this,” he growled, his grip tightening on Summer’s ass.

“Go to hell,” Summer whimpered, tears streaming down his face, but Rafael could sense the truth. Something shifted, something indefinable. This was no longer a punishment. This was something else entirely.

Rafael’s body burned with a feverish heat, his desire growing more potent with each passing moment. The knowledge that they were both aroused by the situation threatened to overcome him, but he fought the urge to do what he wanted to, knowing the consequences of crossing such a dangerous line.

Had he already crossed that line? Was it too late to go back?

His pulse raced as he struggled to regain control. He couldn’t do this—not now, not here, and certainly not with Summer. The stakes were simply too high.

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