Page 50 of Obsession

“I’m going to experiment on you, little girl.” He pulled in a deep, satisfying breath. “Push you harder and get you hotter. That way, we’ll discover if I’m right or wrong.”

“What are you talking about?” She eyed him warily.

“Oh, dear.” He spun her body around with ease, catching her when she almost toppled over his forearm. “It looks like you’ve forgotten how to speak to me.”

His right hand was in the air as she called out at his change of tack. It landed hard against her backside, his cock leaping at the heat as it pooled on the surface of his palm.

“Sir.” She spat the word at the ground, her delicate hands balling into fists as they flailed in the air. “For fuck’s sake, that hurt.”

“Good.” Dragging her backward a few inches, he resumed his place on the edge of the bed, taking her with him. She tensed as he lifted her over his lap, holding her down with one hand at the center of her back and the other pinioning her right thigh. “I want the strikes to hurt.” He didn’t resist his smile that time, especially when she attempted to push away from him.

“The way I see it, the more the swats hurt, the wetter you become. That way, I’m right and happy.”

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Ella

Heart racing, her fingers clasped wildly at the hard wooden floor as her senses grappled with what had just happened. Things had been going better between them, hadn’t they? He’d trusted her enough to take her outside without ropes, so something had softened in the brute, but now she was upturned over the edge of the bed?

Trepidation spiraled inside her as her fury furled with her anxiety. Taken aback by his sudden use of force, her head spun as she acclimated to her new position. She hadn’t been willing to admit that his displays of authority had inspired her arousal, and now, it seemed, Tucker was hellbent on confirming the fact for himself. Dismayed, she tried to push away and slip to the floor, but however hard she tried, she couldn’t wriggle free from his gigantic hands.

“Tucker!” She spat out his name as his palm stirred, maintaining its pressure on her as it trailed along her thigh to her behind. “Sir, stop this, please.”

“I don’t think so.”

What was that in his voice? Elation? Was the fucker happy at her desperation?

The answer came to her in an instant.

Of course, he was.

“I think it’s time we settled this one way or the other,” he continued. “And since you can’t address me properly, we can forget the prospect of a ‘fun’ spanking.”

“Don’t do this!” She detested the flicker of fear and despondency in her voice, but she heard it regardless. No doubt, Tucker had heard the emotions, too. “Please, I don’t need another spanking. I’m sorry I couldn’t admit how I felt, but—”

“No need to beg.” His taunting tone cut her off. “Much though I like it, you won’t change my mind, little girl.”

He squeezed her sore ass, as if the outrageous gesture somehow confirmed his point. She tensed as his fingers slipped between her cheeks, frantic to avoid the so-called punishment.

Ella wasn’t stupid. Spoiled, yes, but not a fool. She knew she’d consented to sex with him before, but that didn’t mean she gave him permission to explore her now. Her brow creased as he splayed her cheeks gently apart. She definitely hadn’t consented to that indignity, but in the stark reality of his cabin, she realized there was little choice.

“You are so beautiful.” His voice was husky as his body doubled over hers, and a moment later, his warm lips grazed the small of her back.

“Sir?” Her breaths came faster as she tried to ascertain his next move. He’d promised her a spanking, yet now, his actions spoke of that surreal tenderness again.

What was wrong with this guy? He lurched from cruelty to care in a matter of moments. No wonder she couldn’t keep up.

If she was honest, she had enjoyed his dominance. Even though she’d never asked for any of this—hadn’t wanted to be offered as collateral by her useless father and certainly hadn’t wanted to be taken by the handsome and enigmatic Tucker—the truth was all too apparent. She did like it, adored something about the way he’d handled and treated her. She just hadn’t been ready to tell him that.

“Wait.” His tone was terse as he straightened over her. Oddly, she missed the heat of his body, the notion furrowing her brow deeper.

Whatever this was—this need to show his strength and control her—it was different from how he’d been before. She felt the pressure at her back as he pinned her down, and just like the time he’d spanked her in the forest, she knew he was serious. What she was less sure about, though, was whether she could withstand another round of his arduous attention.

“You’ll wait until I’m ready to spank you.”

“O-kay.” She pulled in a shaky breath, barely recognizing her breathless tone. “I’ll wait, sir.”

What else could she do?

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