Page 47 of Tempting Kat
Something dangerous flashes in his eyes. “The only one who gets to look at you like that is me.”
Before I can fire back with another smart remark, he flips me over in one smooth motion, then sits on the edge of the bed. In the next instant, I'm face-down across his lap, my ass in the air and my face pressed against the expensive bedspread.
“What the fuck?” I sputter, trying to push myself up. His large hand presses firmly between my shoulder blades, keeping me in place.
“I think it's time we addressed that mouth of yours,” Conrad says, his voice dangerously calm. His free hand traces the curve of my ass, his touch feather-light through the thin fabric of my panties.
“Get off me, you fucking caveman!” I struggle against his hold, but it's like fighting against a brick wall.
“You've been begging for this since the moment we met,” he says, and I can hear the dark smile in his voice. His hand leaves my ass for a moment, then comes down with a sharp crack that echoes through the room.
“Fuck!” The sting blooms across my right cheek. I should be outraged. I should be fighting harder. Instead, I feel a rush of wetness between my thighs, my pussy clenching around nothing.
“That's one,” Conrad says, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I think ten should do it. Unless you'd like to apologize for being such a brat?”
“Fuck you,” I spit out, even as my hips shift subtly, seeking friction against his thigh.
His laugh is low and dangerous. “Wrong answer.”
His hand comes down again, harder this time, on my left cheek.
“That's two,” he growls, and I feel the heat bloom across my ass. “You want to try for a better answer?”
“Yeah, here's your answer. You can go fuck yourself!” I snap, twisting in his grip.
His hand comes down again, harder this time. “Three. Keep it up, and we'll go past ten.”
The sting spreads through my body like wildfire, and I hate how much I'm getting off on this. My panties are soaked, and I can feel myself dripping onto his pants.
“Four,” he counts after another sharp slap. “Your ass is turning such a pretty shade of pink.”
“Is this supposed to be a punishment?” I taunt, even as my voice breaks slightly. “Because it feels like you just can't keep your hands off my peach.”
“Five,” he says, his palm connecting with my tender flesh again. “And you're right—I can't keep my hands off you. Especially when you're being such a fucking brat.”
I bite my lip to keep from moaning as he lands another hard smack. “Six. Look at you, squirming on my lap like the little pain slut you are.”
“I'm not a—” My protest is cut off by another stinging blow.
“Seven. Don't lie to me. Your pussy is soaking through your panties onto my leg.”
He's right, and I hate it. I can feel the wetness between my thighs, my clit throbbing with every strike of his hand.
“Eight,” he counts, his voice getting rougher. “Tell me you deserve this.”
I clench my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction. His hand comes down again, harder than before, and I can't hold back the whimper that escapes me.
“Nine. Say it, Katarina. Tell me you deserve to be punished for being such a fucking brat.”
My resolve is crumbling. My pussy is on fire, desperate for relief, and my ass burns from his spanking. “Please,” I whisper, hating how needy I sound.
“Please what?” His hand hovers over my ass, threatening.
“Please stop,” I gasp, not because I want him to stop completely, but because I need more—need his fingers, his cock, anything inside me.
“That doesn't sound like admitting you deserve this punishment.” His fingers slip beneath the edge of my cheeky panties, tracing where my ass meets thigh.
“Ten,” he says with finality, delivering the hardest slap yet. I cry out, my body jerking against his.
