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Holy crap. My hands flew to my bottom, and I had the feeling the punishment was going to be extremely painful.
“I think that will do nicely. You did a great job. I’ll remember that for the future.”
His grin was practically evil. “There isn’t going to be a next time.”
As he laughed, I backed away. He arched an eyebrow, scrutinizing me as if I was being a very bad girl.
“What now?” I asked, although I don’t know why I was egging him on.
“Now, you take off your bikini bottoms, turn around, and lean against the tree.”
He did not just say that. “I will do no such thing.”
“Then we can find a fallen log and you can lie across it if you prefer. I also have some rope in the Jeep if I need to secure your hands against the tree. That might be helpful. I know how you get.”
I think my mouth was hanging open. After clamping it shut, I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my bikini, glaring at him before lowering the material. “You could give me some privacy.”
“Okay. Sure.” He threw up his hands, laughing while he turned around. He was enjoying the hell out of this. Meanwhile beads of sweat were rolling down the back of my neck. Worse again, my pussy was wet, juice already trickling down both thighs. This was insane. Yes, he’d spanked me during our relationship before, but this felt different.
I fought nerves and the ugliness in my mind as I lowered the bikini bottoms, finally cursing under my breath as I removed them entirely. With a quick glance at the huge tree, I moved closer. Maybe this was the reason he’d taken me to a more private cove.
“Hands over your head and keep your hips out,” he instructed.
“You’re bossy.”
“You’re mouthy. Get in position and stay there.”
I did as I was told while every muscle in my body tensed. If I managed to get through this, I was going to kill him with my bare hands. With my arms over my head, my hands on the tree, I jutted my hips out as he commanded.
“Legs open wide.”
I threw a hateful look over my shoulder. He cocked his handsome head. The man was still enjoying the moment. I opened my legs and I’d never felt so vulnerable in my life. Not once. Including when I’d been with the kidnappers.
But with Stone everything felt entirely different.
He moved behind me with the stealth of a large cat, stroking his hand down my spine while taking several deep breaths. He was killing me with the anticipation, driving the point home that my actions had caused him more than a few gray hairs.
I’d never seen him so angry with me or so concerned. I hadn’t thought that teasing him would cause such a reaction. When he took a step back, I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the inevitable.
The first thing that caught my attention was the whooshing sound before the reed hit my bottom. But the moment it did, tiny explosions went off in both my mind and body. I threw my head back, clenching my jaw to keep from screaming. The flash of pain was strange, sending tingling sensations through my bloodstream.
Almost instantly, my body jerked away from the horrible piece of wood. He moved me back, cracking the switch against my butt three more times and I moaned as a fire roared through me.
“Fuck. Don’t. I won’t do that again.” I was already prepared to swear on my mother’s life I’d never defy him again. I shifted back and forth, my nails clawing at the bark on the tree while I bent a single leg.
“Just breathe. We’re not done yet.”
Why did his deep voice need to shower me with excitement? As if there was anything good that could come from this. I beat my fist on the tree before gasping for air. While allowing me a few seconds of recuperation, he swooshed the piece of wood in front of my line of sight. Was he kidding me? Why taunt me with what was about to come?
Stone didn’t wait for long, striking the reed across both buttocks and the tops of my thighs. I covered my yelps with my hand, yet my pussy clenched and released several times. It was crazy I could have that kind of reaction. How could I be so wet?
“Good girl. You’re doing so well.”
And why was the term so appealing? I pressed my face against the tree, clinging to it as if it were a lifeline. I was certain I’d never survive even a single additional smack.
Yet I did.
He wasn’t gentle, remaining methodical in his actions, leaving my body hot all over with deep, intense vibrations coursing through me. It was almost magical what he was doing, the sheer power of his control over me something I would debate for weeks to come.
