Page 48 of Scorch

“Viktor,” I plead, my voice softer this time. “Oh God. Okay, alright, I’m sorry.”

His palm pauses, poised above my ass. “Sorry for what? Say it.”

“Sorry for mouthing off to you.” His hand stills, his fingers lingering for a moment before gently rubbing my aching ass, soothing the sting his own palm inflicted.

“Are you going to mouth off to me again?” he asks, his voice dangerously low. “Or do we need to continue this?”

I pause only a moment before I reply. “Do you want the truth or a lie?”

“Lydia,” he growls.

“Okay, okay! I am absolutely going to do it again,” I admit, cringing for the next swat of his palm, but to my surprise, he chuckles and lets out a breath.

“You were honest. I fucking love that, baby,” he whispers. “You’re a good girl, Lydia. A good girl who needs an occasional reminder to behave herself. And good girls get rewarded, don’t they?”

I squirm on his lap. My breasts are pressed between his lap and the bed, my nipples dangerously hard.

“They do,” I whisper. “They totally fucking do.”

Leaning down, he whispers in my ear, “It’s a good thing I don’t punish you for that potty mouth of yours, or you’d be toast.”

“I so fucking would,” I agree with a nod. Because I’m a good girl. His good girl.

“Do you want to see what happens when you’re honest with me?”

“After you dominated me and spanked my ass? Ooohhh, yeah,” I whisper. “Please, please, please.”

He swats my sore ass. “Come here, baby. Give me that pussy. I’ll bet you're wet for me, aren’t you?” When he pushes my legs apart and touches my pussy, my pelvis convulses at the first touch of his finger.

“Oh fuck,” I moan. “Holy shit.”

“Someone liked her spanking.”

I moan. “Liked? More like loved. I loved my spanking.”

“Jesus. That means I’ll never be able to actually teach you to behave yourself,” he says, but the sly grin on his face tells me he’s not all that broken up by it.

He lifts me as easily as if I weigh nothing at all, lays me on the bed, and kneels before me.

“Oh God,” I whisper, my voice shaking.

“These are the rules. I’m going to eat your pussy. You earned this climax, and I fucking earned eating you out. You’re going to come on my tongue. If you decide you’re going to come before I give you permission, you’ll get spanked again, and I’ll make you wait. If you move your hands out of the position I put them in, I’ll tie you up and whip you again until you’re begging for mercy. In other words, if you want to come, baby, you’ll do what I fucking say.”

He fists my hair, his strong, masculine, utterly handsome face making my heartbeat racket higher. “Are we clear?”

“I don’t know about this,” I start, squirming when his eyes narrow on me. It was only seconds ago I was sprawled across his lap, getting my ass handed to me, so I’m more than a little afraid of that happening again.

“Don’t know about what?” he snaps, his gaze burning into mine with such ferocity I gulp.

“You… doing that… to me.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” As if to punish me, he bends his head to my thigh and bites.

Bites me.

I scream and try to push him away when his tongue licks the place he just bit. I sit up and stare, half expecting to see blood. Why the fuck does that make me skate to the edge of climax? I try to push him away again, but he smacks my hands away and glares at me.

“Put those hands above your head and don’t fucking move them,” he growls, getting to his knees. “You like it rough, baby. I know that now.” He grins wickedly. “Lucky for you, so do I.”

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