Page 91 of Loving the Liar

“No more ‘Daddy’? You were so quick to use it yesterday. Don’t worry, I’ll get it out of you.”

The first slap lands, startling me. The second warms my skin. The third stings.

He keeps going, taking my breath away from the strength in his hits, making me wince and spreading prickling pain throughout my entire body. When he pauses to give me time to breathe, he presses his hand on my upturned pussy.

“Spread, baby.”

I whimper when I do, feeling the stickiness of my arousal and the heat going up my chest to my ears.

“Such a wet girl. So ready for me to sink my cock into you.”

“Chris…this isn’t…this isn’t right.”

He pulls his hand away and slaps me on the pussy.

“Fuck!” I cry out, knowing perfectly it sounds more like a moan. The pleasure makes my legs shake, and I can’t take my next breath.

“Language.” This time, he slaps the skin where my ass meets my thigh, and I shriek. “How many times did I tell you to watch your mouth, huh?”

He spanks me in the exact same spot. “Answer me.”

“F-four. Please, it hurts.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s the point.”

I suck in a breath when his fingers spread my nether lips. “Chris…”

He chuckles mockingly. “Address me properly and it might get better for you.”

“Please.”

The next slap is harsher, almost making me jump, and yet I can feel the way my pleasure keeps pooling between my legs. He’s too good at playing with my body. But the way it renders me helpless is what feels the best.

I cry out when he slaps my pussy again, gentler. I can’t take the mix of pain and pleasure anymore, and out of nowhere, I’m pushing up again, completely on my toes. I’m silently begging him to give me more, hoping he sinks his fingers into my wet heat.

“Stay still.”

He shifts behind me, and a second later, a phone unlocks. “Your passcode is the date we broke up. Is that how much you need to remind yourself that you hate me?”

“I do hate you,” I grit out between clenched teeth.

That date is seared in my brain like a brand on cattle. I can hardly breathe when I think of the day he broke up with me. Peach made me put it as my passcode so I wouldn’t text him when I was at my lowest.

It worked. It hurt, but it worked.

“It didn’t take Henry long before exchanging numbers with you, I see. Were you planning on texting him today?”

When I don’t answer, he pinches my pussy lips together, making me cry out with need. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“No! Yes…I don’t know. Please…”

“Your pleas are useless until you address me properly.” Letting go, he spanks me hard on one ass cheek, then the other.

I need him to stop, or to keep going, to end the suffering but make it worse. I don’t know anymore.

My hands fist the sheets by my head, and I can’t stop the words from spilling from my lips.

“More…”

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