Page 83 of Handcuffed to the Gargoyle

He gave her a look.

“Sir,” she said.

“Better,” he said.

She was flooded with a wave of arousal. She grinned at him, liking this. And maybe it was this or maybe the ibuprofen was kicking in, but her headache was much less.

“You’re still not touching yourself,” he said.

“Sorry, sir, I think I must want a spanking,” she said, giggling.

“Oh, is that it?” he said, his voice gently teasing. “Well, I think maybe you need a spanking, Essence, to show you exactly how much this is not a laughing matter.”

This only made her giggle more.

“On your belly,” he said, voice terse. “Now.”

She did it, still giggling.

“Pull down your pajama pants,” he said.

“But I’m not wearing underwear.”

“Good.” A pause. “What do you call me?”

“Sir,” she breathed, reaching back to tug down her pajama pants and expose her bare ass to him.

His hand landed on the curve of her, and he sucked in an appreciative breath. “Well, there we are. Look at you. Look at this. Perfection.” He trailed a finger over her curve of her.

She shivered.

And then his hand landed with a crack on her skin.

She cried out at the sudden sting and the noise and the surprise of it.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, and his voice was different now. “Not laughing now, are you?”

“No, sir,” she gasped.

He spanked her again, harder this time.

She winced, shutting her eyes, tensing for another blow.

His fingers whispered over her skin instead. “Did I do that too hard? Am I just going to cover you in bruises?”

“Do it,” she breathed. “Cover me in bruises. Mark me.”

He was on top of her, suddenly, mouth on her neck, body pressing into hers, the hardness of his erection prodding into the now sensitive and tingling flesh of her bare backside. “Essence, fuck.” He kissed her neck. “This is on you, you know.” His voice was strangled. “You were supposed to be a very good girl and touch yourself for me, get yourself off while I watched, but then you said that.”

She whimpered, her body tightening like a bow string.

“So, you know what I’m going to do right now?” he said.

“No, sir,” she whispered.

He drove himself into her flesh. “Briars.” He groaned. “I am just going to sink into you right here, right now, and fuck you into the bed, just like this. And you’re going to relax and surrender and take it, aren’t you?”

She gasped. “Yes, sir. Please, sir.”

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