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Her face somehow gets even redder. It’s adorable. “We didn’t…I mean you didn’t…” She closes her eyes, like she can’t bear to look at me when she says it. “There wasn’t much pain.”
Ah. So that’s what she’s getting at. “I believe I spanked you.”
She opens her eyes but keeps them downcast. “Not much.” She sounds petulant, almost childlike, and I bark out a laugh.
“Are you saying you’d like a little more punishment out of this relationship?”
“I think it’s probably something I should have some experience with before I make any decisions.”
The idea that she still has a decision to make, that she might choose to walk away from this, makes me feel panicky. Needing to do something to distract me from the clawing feeling in my chest, I grab her and do the thing I’ve been fantasizing about all night. I throw her over my shoulder.
“What are you?—”
But I’m already heading up the stairs, my pace quick and determined. “You want pain? We can do pain.” I don’t wait for her answer, don’t even give her a chance to take in our surroundings when we get to my room. Instead I sit on the edge of the bed, arranging her body so she’s sprawled over my lap, her shoulders and face on the mattress beside my thighs, legs dangling off the bed.
“Nate—”
“I told you, Harper. You call me sir when we’re together like this.” Before she can respond, I lift the blanket wrapped around her, exposing her bare ass, so lush and perfect I have to swallow a few times to get it together. I adjust her a little so she’s directly over my knee, then rub a hand across her flesh, my fingers rough on the soft, plump swell of her. “Gorgeous,” I murmur. “And it will be so much prettier once I’ve turned it red.”
Not wanting to give her time to overthink it, I bring my hand down, hard, on her ass. She cries out, squirming away from me. I knew this would feel different from the way I’d spanked her earlier. That had been merely a swat. At this angle I’m able to put more force behind it.
She asked for pain, and she’s going to get it.
“You can tell me to stop,” I remind her, rubbing my hand over the flesh I just hit.Please, God, don’t let her ask me to stop. “You remember that, right?”
She nods, her breath coming heavy. “I need your voice, angel. Tell me you remember.”
“I remember, sir.”
I wait a moment, to make sure she’s certain. When it appears clear she’s not going to stop me, I do it again, harder this time. Once again, she squirms away, yelping.
“You’ll stay still, or I’ll get my paddle.” I say, voice low and serious.
I need her to understand that this isn’t just a game, not for me. I’m dead serious when I tell her I need her to do what I say. That’s just how I’m wired.
I can only hope she’s wired the same way, because I’m starting to think it might just break me if she walks away.
I bring my palm down again, just as hard, in the exact same spot, loving the sound it makes, that sharp slap against her flesh. “If we do this together, I will punish you as I see fit.” I strike her other cheek this time. “You were right to want to experience this before we move forward, because it’s part of who I am.” Another slap. “I need you to obey me. That’s how this works. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers, and I think she might be crying. But she doesn’t tell me to stop. So I bring my hand down again and then once more.
“Do you know why I’m punishing you?”
She sniffles. Definitely crying. “Because I asked you to?”
I chuckle at that, the sound dark in my ears. “Harper, you need to understand that I don’t do anything because you ask.I’min control here. Not you.”
I smack her again, harder this time, and she cries out. “I’m punishing you because you came to the club when I told you not to. Because you let that asshole talk to you, let him touch you.” I smack again, even harder, relishing in the way her skin isturning pink, darker with each strike. With the way she yelps for me. “You let him touch what is mine, Harper.”
And I wanted to kill him for it.
“You need to learn this,” I say, rubbing my hand over the reddening skin. “If you stay, this ass belongs to me. Your ass is mine, and so is this pussy.” Without any further warning I slip one hand between her legs, easily finding the place where she’s slick and hot. I thrust two fingers inside, feeling her inner walls contract around me, like she could come right then.
Fuck. She feels amazing. So tight and hot and wet for me. Wet fromthis.
“Do you feel that?” I whisper. “Do you feel how turned on you are right now? Your body craves this, Harper. It craves this pain, this pleasure, as only I can give it to you.”
“Yes, sir,” she cries out, squirming against my fingers. With my other hand I smack again, at the same time as I thrust inside her, hard. She moans and I’m pretty sure I’m going to lose my mind.
