Page 105 of The Prince of Power

SLAP!

I grunt, the tingling pain radiating from my butt to the tips of my fingers and toes. “That really hurt.”

“It’s supposed to hurt. This is for your own good.”

“No!” I try to wriggle away, but he holds me in place. “You’re doing this for yourself. I feel your?—”

I shut my eyes. Yes, I feel the hardness pressing against my belly, and oh God, I also feel the moisture gathering in my?—

No, I can’t think about it. I’m already dying of shame.

“Ava,” he croons, gently rubbing the skin on my butt. “There’s a handprint here. Mine. I do this because you’re mine. Mine to protect. Mine to adore. And mine to punish.”

My stomach jolts, and he laughs, the bastard. “You like that, don’t you, little doll?”

“Don’t call me little doll. I hate it.”

Slap!

The sound resonates through the room, the pain like tiny pinpricks on my skin. He continues to slap my butt again and again. My eyes fill with tears, and I shriek.

He stops. “No, that’s not fun. I like your whimpers. I like your moans. But not that.”

He pulls me to sit on his lap and holds me, squeezing me against his chest. “Precious girl.” He kisses my head. “You were brave tonight.”

“And yet you punished me.”

“I had to.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“You keep saying that. You’re so sure. Always so sure about everything. But I’ll bet you have no idea that the punishment isn’t even over yet.”

He grabs me by the waist and sets me on my knees on the tile floor. After standing tall, he unbuckles his belt and yanks his pants down with his boxers. His huge, hard cock springs out, bouncing a little before settling above my head.

“Open your mouth, pretty girl.”

I gasp. “Damian, your penis is…big. Really big.”

He chuckles, reaching down and stroking my cheek with his fingers. “But you can take it. And I’ll be so proud of you afterward.”

Warmth spreads through me. I love it when he talks like this. Somehow, it doesn’t feel condescending.

It makes me want to please him.

I lick my lips before opening my mouth.

“Fuck.” He shuts his eyes, hissing. “That mouth… I’ve been thinking about this since the night I met you.”

He sets both hands on my cheeks. He tilts my head upward and starts inching his cock into my mouth. The texture tickles my curiosity. The skin is so tight, like velvet stretched thin over steel. I never thought I would like giving a blow job. I thought I was too much of a prude.

But with Damian, I burn for things I once judged other people for.

“Look at me, beautiful.” His voice is a rasp.

When I raise my eyes to his face, he lets out a growl. “That’s what I’ve been dreaming of, right there. Your gray eyes on me with my cock in your mouth.”

His words send a rush of heat into my belly, and I begin moving. Back and forth. I don’t know if this is how it’s supposed to be done, but based on his heavy breathing, I must be doing something right.

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