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“You are so bad.”He whispered the words into her damp hair, knowing he should be gagging her, yet frankly unwilling to abandon the allure of her tight, hot body.There would be time for his strict and stern persona, time to break her down and dehumanize her, but as it turned out, the punishment he’d craved had morphed into something else, something greater—something that had the potential to ratchet them both to heaven.
“And I’m going to make you pay for it,” he vowed.
“Fuuuck.”
She stretched the word into more than one syllable as his fingers picked up their pace.Brushing his lips over the glistening skin of her neck, he turned and reached for the hairbrush he’d left balancing on the edge of the tub.
Whimpering at his change of pace, she didn’t seem to have noticed what he’d collected.Grasping the handle in his fingers, he brought the plastic down onto her exposed skin.
“Fuck!”She hissed the profanity that time, her mouth gaping wide as she struggled to see what had hit her.
“Remember the hair brush?”Angling the plastic, he swatted her with it three more times, enjoying the pained dance she performed for him.
“Please!”She practically spat out the word.“Please, it’s too much!”
“You deserve it.”He ran the brush over her pink skin.“And you’ll take what’s coming to you.”
Chapter Nineteen
The Coming Contradiction
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HANNAH’S HEAD WAS Aconfused, cloudy landscape, fogged with lust and turmoil.Straining against the cuffs, she tried to recall how she’d been foolish enough to have gotten caught again as the brush landed hard against her defenseless ass.
“Please!”
She was really begging then, the words catching in her throat, while hot tears burned in her eyes.The brush definitely hurt—its hard edge grazing her heated cheeks, taunting her.
“Stick that ass out,” he growled, tapping her sore skin with what felt like the back of the brush.
“But please,” she implored him, already unsure if the cuffs were only restraining her or actually holding her up.Her knees were weak, buckling under the brunt of the brush’s attention and seemingly no longer able to sustain the effort to keep her standing.“It’s too much.”
“Enough.”
Untangling himself from the heat of her body, he spun and walked away, his curt tone and abrupt departure convincing her she was far from out of the woods as far as the punishment was concerned.Spinning around as far as her separated ankles and cuffs would allow, she watched with horror as he bent to collect more items from the closet behind her.
