Page 44 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

Even standing, I’m trapped beneath him.

I might be the first whore being served with a free orgasm.

His fingers travel upward and dig into my inner thighs harshly. An unintended yelp slips past my lips, disobeying his specific order.

“I-I’m sorry,” I cry out brokenly when he rips his mouth away, leaving me at the vicious precipice. However, the mistake is done and I have to pay the price.

His disappointment can be felt in the space between us when he stands.

I catch sight of his terrifying yet thrilling expression a second before he turns me around and bends me over the counter I was leaning against.

“I warned you, little vixen.”

“I’m sorry,” I say pathetically, truly acting like a whore. The rush it brings, letting the wanton woman inside me free, is divine. “Oww!”

A painful spank lands on my right ass cheek.

It fucking throbs and burns.

“Keep those legs spread,” he barks.

The moment I do, something hard and cold touches my burning skin. I’m too disoriented and delirious to guess what it is, but I have enough awareness to know it’s not his hand.

A whooshing noise splits the air before the same object lands on my other cheek.

“Ahh!”

It’s even more unforgiving than his hand, making me rise on my toes to move away. I forget I’m not supposed to be screaming, which is the reason I’m being taught a lesson in the first place. Twisting my head, my jaw drops when I catch Kingston holding a wooden spatula in his hand.

Oh Lord! He’s not giving me a playful spanking, he’s about to paddle my ass in punishment.

Caressing it over the back of my quivering thigh, he steps closer and tugs my head back with a fist in my hair. “Do you wantme to stop or are you going to take your punishment like a good little girl?”

The scared part of me screams that I should run away from this madness.

However, the adventurous freak in me pleads to let him continue.

Isn’t this what I have secretly desired all my life?

I remind myself I have all the power and one word is all it would take for him to stop. Especially as my mind replays Kingston’s words…We both know it’s me serving you.

It emboldens me to submit.

“Punish me,” I whisper.

Peering straight into my eyes and showing his delight at my answer, he covers my mouth with the hand fisting my hair. My heart jumps to my throat and I scream against his palm the second the spatula connects with the fleshy part of my ass.

“Are you going to disobey me again?” he demands.

I shake my head.

Spank.

“My word is the law when I’m playing with your body for my pleasure. Isn’t that the rule?”

I nod, tears sliding down my cheeks.

Spank.

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