Page 8 of Shielded

She licks her bottom lip and stares at my mouth before rolling her eyes. “Why should I change?”

“I don’t want your body on display like that for everyone in town.”

Her brow lifts. “Why? What does it matter that everyone else looks at me.”

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she wanted me to tell her that I thought she was beautiful, that I wanted her as my own, that her body is mine and only mine.

“Last chance. Are you changing your clothes or am I hauling you over my knee?”

She laughs. “Wait until I tell Ox about this. Your whole business will be ruined.”

Blood crackles beneath my skin and something feral rolls over me. Something I’ve kept pushed away for years. Something… that lifts her up onto my shoulder and carries her toward the front porch steps.

She kicks and screams, but for some reason it only riles me up more.

My cock is harder than ever and my palm aches to spank her bottom.

I sit on the edge of the porch and set her onto her feet. She could run now if she wanted to. She could spit in my face, punch me, leave.

She doesn’t. Her eyes heat and her chest rises and falls quickly before her mouth drops open and she licks her lip as she looks toward me. “Have I been a bad girl, Perry?”

Oh fuck. She wants it. She wants my hand on her round, little ass. She wants it rough. She says she hates dominance, but she’s standing here right now, practically begging for punishment.

I grip her wrist and pull her close, hauling her onto my lap before pulling up the back of her dress.

She cries out and wiggles against my touch, but I know now this is part of her game. She needs to pretend she’s uninterested. She needs to act like this isn’t what she wants, when all along, her pussy is dripping wet and ready.

I know it is. I can smell it.

With her dress up, I yank her soft pink panties down and smack her ass, watching the skin move and jiggle in the late afternoon sun.

Fucking hell, she’s hot. My cock thumps against my leg and the urge to claim her is overwhelming.

I haul back and slap her again, this time harder.

She jolts forward and moans.

Those sounds. Her beautiful fucking sounds.

Again and again, I spank her thick, round ass until there are dark red fingerprints on her skin and she’s whining for relief.

Her hair spills down over her shoulder and there’s a desperation in her throat as she moans that has my cock aching to fuck.

“Have you been a bad girl?” I spank her harder.

She moans. “Yes. I’m a very bad girl.”

“Why?” I growl as I deliver another hard smack.

She doesn’t answer, so I spank her again.

Moan after moan spills from her lips. “I’m so wet.”

Fucking hell. I’m one touch away from sliding into her pussy and feeling her silky juice against my skin. “That’s not what I asked. Tell me why you’ve been a bad girl.”

“I,” she whines, “I should’ve covered up.”

“No.” I spank her again. “Who does your body belong to?”

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