Page 25 of His Dark Purpose

Lifting his palm, he sent it crashing back down on her vulnerable ass, relishing both the sound of the impact and her frustrated cry.

“Sir, please!” Writhing over him, she clawed at the leather sofa. “Stop this. I just want to talk.”

He glanced at the marks she was making on the expensive seat, focusing his irritation on the succession of fast swats he offered her behind.

“Enough talking!”

Peppering her fine ass with multiple spanks, he wished she’d just surrender and accept her fate, but then that had never really been Amy’s style, had it? She’d only ever succumbed to him by choice whenshe’ddecided it was sexy to cede, but his taking the reins had altered the dynamic. It was time she succumbed to the physicality of her punishment and admitted things had changed between them. She’d broken his trust with her outbursts. The damage was done.

“But—”

Her sentence was cut short by a particularly hard smack in the middle of both cheeks that seemed to steal her breath.

“But nothing,” he growled. “You’ll take what’s coming to you.”

Holding her down, he continued the onslaught, ensuring he used enough force to send the message but not enough to cause her any real harm. As the sound of the spanks echoed around them, though, he had the impression she wasn’t truly receiving what his palm was trying to convey. Her frantic mewls and balling hands suggested that as the pain cascaded, the message made no sense to her. She couldn’t learn a lesson she didn’t understand. The thought was dispiriting, and his palm stilled, pinning her down as she squirmed.

“This is for your own good, little girl.”

It was flagrantly untrue. He rained down swats not only because he hoped she’d slip back into the submissive headspace they both adored but also because he loved spanking her. His swelling cock ached in agreement, longing to be back between her hot, wet folds.

Then I can show her how much I love her.

“That’s bullshit!” she hissed, reaching one hand around to try to prize away his grip on her back. “Nothing about this is good for me.”

“Now, now…” Removing her clasping fingers, he pinned her wrist in place. “I was going to stop, but—”

His sentence was interrupted by the melodic ringtone blasting from the other side of the room. Glancing around, he noticed Amy’s phone on his bedside table, lit up with an incoming call.

“My phone!” she gasped, writhing harder over his thighs.

“Will have to wait.” He squeezed her reddening cheeks, slapping them both in turn and reveling in the ripple that passed along her beautiful skin.

“But, sir!” She was practically hyperventilating. “It might be important!”

“Not more important than your punishment.” His pace sped up as the phone stopped ringing, covering her smooth buttocks in an array of swats that varied in location and intensity.

“Ow, ow, ow!” she squealed, clenching her ass together. “You’re hurting me!”

“Good,” he purred, relishing the rhythm of his hand. “If a little pain is what it takes to bring back my old Amy, then so be it.”

“Your oldAmy?” Rather than calm her, she sounded outraged at his counsel. “I’m the same person. I just don’t like finding out that the man I’ve been fucking is my old land—”

Her rage was splintered by the jarring ring of the device in his pocket, and pausing, he tugged it from his inside pocket.

“It’s Jonah.” He immediately regretted communicating who was calling, but it was too late. Jonah was on the phone and his mother was currently thrashing over Kyle’s lap.

“Jonah?” She froze as if her son could actually see her. “Oh God.”

“I’ll ignore it,” Kyle decided, resting the phone on the arm of the sofa. “I have other matters in hand here.”

He chuckled, swatting the delicious orbs of her ass again. She was a handful, but life with Amy was never dull.

“No!” she shrieked, twisting to catch sight of his device. “It must have been him trying me before. Please… he might be in trouble.”

Again.

She never said the word, but he sensed it was there at the end of her sentence. Somehow, in spite of her best efforts, both of Amy’s sons seemed hellbent on ruining their chances of success, but Kyle liked Jonah. He seemed like a decent young guy. That was why he’d bailed him out and got him off the theft charges.

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