Page 74 of Objection
The reaction I got as I stood behind her was the last I had expected.
“You!” Posey turned on her heel, finger pointing straight into my chest and eyes narrowed.
“Me?” I questioned, taken aback.
“You behaved like a ridiculous caveman all night!” she cried out.
“What?! How?!” I stammered. Why was I constantly stammering around her lately?
“You wouldn’t leave me alone! We were here, as you suggested, in the house, security on. I was perfectly safe, but could you leave me be? No, you had to stalk around like I was some kind of ridiculous thing you had to protect.”
As her tirade continued, I couldn’t help it. The need to protect her, the need to direct her, the need to own her began to consume me. My hands found her upper arms and I seethed.
“Protecting you isexactlymy job, Posey. You obviously need a reminder to what our contract entails, both in and out of the bedroom,” I spoke through clenched teeth, pressing her hard against the wall, yet making sure her head didn’t hit the hard surface too hard.
Her gasp of surprise only added fuel to my fire.
“I think it’s high time you learn that lesson once and for all. Any objections? Now is your last chance,” I growled. She had pushed me just far enough that, combined with the new realizations of how I was feeling towards her, I couldn’t help it. I needed to put her back in her place.
My eyes scanned her face for any sign of discomfort or fear. I found none. When she shook her head, letting me know that she had no objections, I threw away all caution.
I drug her roughly to the couch, the one she and Sandra had just been sitting on, gossiping and laughing at who knows what, and threw her down. I sat, flinging her roughly over my lap and pressing a hand against her mid back to hold her in place.
“I think it’s high time you learned exactly who you are and to whom you belong, once and for all.”
I tugged her leggings down to her knees as she began to protest.
“Be still,” I scolded.
“No!” she fought. This was new. This was… “You can’t make me!”
This was defiance.
“Your wish, my command,” I gritted out.
“Is that a threat?” she growled. Fuck me.
“No, princess, that’s a fucking promise.” My hand pushed her down harder as I literally ripped her panties from her body with the other.
She stilled beneath me as the fabric ripped, the sound carrying across the empty room.
My hand came down fast, hard, and without warning.
“Fuck you!” she screamed as my spanks landed hard against her bare, pale skin. I watched as it turned pink and then red under my touch, under my pain.
I felt the rising primal need to own her completely take over me.
“Fuck you right back, princess,” I growled back. “This is what I do. With you. For you!” My hand pushed her down harder, until her head was almost upside down as she hung over my lap. My slaps and spanks came down faster, harder.
“You will behave. Don’t you know that I have your best interest at heart?” I yelled into the quiet room.
She kicked and fought, squirming against my lap as I continued my punishment.
“You can’t make me!” she screamed, her voice turning high pitched and shrill.
“Wanna fucking bet! I will make you bend! I will make you obey!” I hollered right back. My nails dug into the skin of her back, and I held her down firmly. My spanks rained down harder, each mark turning immediately to a beautiful rosy red.
Another.
