Page 9 of The Vicious Defender

"Just come here."

"I'm right behind you," he groans. "But don't walk around like that. You're naked, and your ass looks amazing."

"Why can't I walk around naked?"

"Because I might fuck you against the wall," he warns.

"Isn't that the plan?"

"Not if you want to take a shower," he laughs. "Get in, and turn the water on. Now."

"Yes, Master," I giggle, obeying.

He follows me, and I get under the water, washing myself. I moan as the warm water washes over me, relaxing my muscles.

"Turn around," Xavier orders.

"I'm not done," I protest.

"Now."

"Make me."

Xavier's eyes narrow, and he reaches out, turning me around himself.

"Bratty, are we?"

"Very much so."

"Do you need to be punished?"

"Maybe," I smirk.

He grunts, grabbing my arms and pinning them behind my back.

"Xavier, what are you doing?" I breathe.

"I'm going to give you the spanking of your life," he growls. "Then I'm going to fuck you, and make you come again. Is that clear?"

"Y-Yes," I reply.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Master," I stammer.

"Good."

He pushes me against the wall, and his hand connects with my ass. It's hard, the slap echoing in the room. I gasp, and he does it again, the sharp pain shooting through me.

"You like that?" he groans.

"Yes, Master," I cry.

"How much do you like it, angel?"

"A lot," I whimper.

"Do you want more?"

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