Page 131 of Psycho

“Words, baby. Use your words.”

Fucking hell.

Why was Micah always so fucking talkative during times like this?

Smack!

I jumped and looked back at him with wide eyes, pushing my hands up on the bed frame, so I wasn’t bending over the bed.

Did he just spank me?

Fuck, that hurt.

A stinging sensation bloomed over my ass cheek, and I didn’t need to look to know the skin there was red.

He grinned. “Words, baby. Don’t make me ask again.”

I shook my head and bit the inside of my cheek.

Smack!

The fucker spanked me again.

And again.

Fuck.

I closed my eyes and groaned when he spanked me once more.

“Stop it, Micah. It hurts.”

He grinned and positioned me so I was lying on my back, my head touching the edge of the bed.

His hungry eyes took in my naked body, and he licked his lips before pushing both of my legs up near my chest. The muscles burned from the stretch, and I closed my eyes as he exposed me to his gaze once more.

I was sure like this, he could see everything.

“Are you going to be good and answer me?”

I opened my eyes and glared at him.

One eyebrow rose in challenge. The fucker actually enjoyed this.

“Yes,” I gritted out.

He used his other hand and massaged my pussy lips.

Ah, hell.

“Yes, what, baby? Is this cunt weeping for me? Does it like it when I play with it?” He smacked down on my pussy. My back arched, and I tried to move away. He held me still. “When I hurt it?”

“Yes, Micah,” I said when he went back to playing with me.

He made a small approving noise in the back of his throat.

“Say it, baby. Say ‘my cunt is weeping for you’.”

I let out a small whimper.

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