Page 22 of Sold to Her Enemy

Damn this woman.

We could have been so good together. She could have freely been mine. Even through my anger, I have pride as I crop her over and over, her breasts reddening so sexily, her breathing turning shallow, that she is taking this punishment so well. I want to caress and praise her, but my anger won’t soften.

“Now, hellion, lean down and grasp your ankles. I am going to fuck your ass.” Her eyes widen and my words have caused even more drool to flow from her mouth. A string of it hangs in the air as she leans over.

I catch it with a finger and rub it against her cheek. “This is what you deserve.”

She turns her cheek towards me and I can’t help it. I caress it for a moment.

The air between us is tense, sparks crackle between us, heavy with anticipation.

“That’s perfect, my cockwarmer.”

Muffled noises emit from her mouth, but she grabs her ankles.

I could use a spreader bar, but why make it easier?

Taking my time, I make my way to the chair, letting the silence stretch.

Her nipples are beaded points that are begging for attention.

I know exactly what I want to do to her next. “Come here, Mckenna, stand in front of me.”

She comes to stand right in front of me.

“Good. I’m going to take off the gag, and then you’ll remember your manners and thank me.”

I stand, and because I’m not a complete monster, I run my hands through her silky hair. It was always gorgeous. She cut it shorter than I’ve ever seen her wear, and I like it. Careful not to catch any strands, I unlatch the gag and set it aside.

“Thank you, Sir.” Her voice sounds hoarse.

I pass her a bottle of water. “Drink.”

She uncaps it and takes a sip.

“Look how dirty you are, with drool all over yourself. Next time, I’ll wash you myself because you can’t seem to keep clean.”

Her eyes widen at my dry tone and I chuckle. “Turn around, Mckenna, and bend over. I’m going to examine your ass and see how tight it is.”

She gasps whether from fear or pleasure, I’m not sure, and before I slap her gorgeous behind, she turns, bending as far as she can.

Mckenna’s always been athletic, and she doesn’t have any trouble holding her pose.

“Does this ass get used a lot?”

“No, Sir.”

“Ever?”

“I’ve had anal sex before, yes.”

The roll of rage that hums through my skin at her admission startles me. I slap her hard enough to leave a hand-print.

“Ow!”

I bring my open palm down on her ass. She jerks forward and grits out an “Oof.”

I do it again, harder, to try to dislodge my anger.

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