Page 117 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"Good, then you must pay the consequences for your actions. Let it not be said that I did not give you enough of a warning, sweet Summer."
I spank her beautiful, tight arse again. She howls. And again; she cries out. Six, seven, eight. I increase the intensity of my beating—faster, harder, more frequent. Her thighs quiver; her body sinks down into the mattress.
"Hold up your butt, or else I swear, little Bird, I won’t stop until I’ve forced an orgasm out of you, without touching your cunt."
She growls something unintelligible. Lowers her head, until her cheek is smashed into the mattress. Glances over her shoulder. Her green eyes blaze at me; her lips tremble. Color flushes her cheeks. Ever curve of her body is defiant, every angle of her spine rigid. Her fingers dig into the fabric of the bedspread. Good. "Are you turned on?"
She stares.
"Speak now, or so help me Bird, I’ll—"
"No."
I spank her butt and she shudders.
And again.
"Are you going to fight me again?"
She winces.
"Say it."
"Yes." She juts out her chin and I can’t stop my lips from curling. "Good." Then you won’t mind if I punish you a little longer?
Her lips part, "No, don’t—"
Ten, eleven, twelve… I spank her heart-shaped behind again and again. With each slap, her entire body bows, trembles, her knuckles whiten, the scent of her arousal deepens, her feet, still in the satin custom-made stilettos, dig into the mattress.
Her chin quivers, her shoulders heave, a tear rolls down her cheek; she doesn’t lower her eyes. Doesn’t look away. Doesn’t make a noise, until I raise my arm again.
"Stop." She wheezes.
"Why should I?"
"Because…" She swallows, "I’m sore."
I bring down my palm again on her butt and she moans.
"Because I want you to."
Wrong answer. I spank her again and her entire body shudders. Her chin wobbles; her shoulders pull back, "Because I am your wife?"
"That’s right." I lower my arm, loosen the buckle of my belt, and her gaze drops to my crotch. "It’s why I am going to fuck your cunt, so you’ll never forget it."
I drag down the zipper of my pants and my dick swings free. She draws in a sharp breath.
"It’s why I am going to imprint myself on every cell of your body." I lean forward until my dick is lined up with her pussy. "Until your every thought, every sentence, every last string of trivia in your mind will begin and end with me."
She shudders. "Fuck you, Sinclair Sterling."
"With pleasure."
I back up, then bring down my palm.
