Page 42 of His Captive Pet

The fork appeared again—the last bit of eggs perched on the prongs. She turned away.

“I’m not hungry.”

“I don’t recall asking if you were. Eat.”

When she didn’t obey, his hand dove into her hair again, pulling her to him. Her mouth opened in shock, and he took the opportunity. Shoving the fork into her mouth, the prongs stabbed her tongue and the eggs rolled off before he yanked it back.

“Swallow.” He tossed the fork down and he held her chin tight, keeping her from opening her mouth and doing anything other than exactly what he ordered. She’d done the same thing with Samuel on several occasions to get him to take medications.

She tried to wrench free, but his grip was too tight. In the end, he got what he wanted and the eggs made their way down to her stomach.

“I’m tired of this game with you, Aubree.” His face was stony, his voice implacable. “If you won’t help me with this, if you are going to be so damn stubborn that you are actually getting in the way of solving this problem, then things are going to get very messy for you.”

Her nostrils flared with her heated breath. “Go to hell.” The words suggested a force that her voice didn’t back up. She should have been all fire and spit, but instead she was soft. The truth was, if she dared to look upon it, his strength centered her. In a moment where she worried about the clinic, Stephanie, the dogs, Luis, his authority pulled the chaos to a standstill.

His lips spread and he gave her a toothy grin. “Fine.”

The chair clamored against the floor as it fell. Samuel’s head perked up from where he’d fallen asleep. Her scalp burned as he yanked her by her hair to stand.

“I’ve given you chance after chance. I’m not asking anymore.” He marched them out the back door of the cabin, out to the grassy yard.

“Blake.” Both hands flew to his hand, trying to peel it from her hair.

He took them to a thick tree stump and sat down, yanking her over his lap. She scrambled, trying to get enough traction with her hands and feet to get off of him, but he clamped his leg over hers, his arm securing her around her waist.

“No!” She fought like a crazed woman.

“Tell me who your contact is.” His hand squeezed her ass cheeks together.

“No!”

“We’ll see.” His hand made contact over and over again as he peppered her ass with his palm. A warmth quickly turned into a burning inferno.

Wiggling and kicking made no difference. The pain began to intensify, and she screamed.

“Stop it!” she cried out, bucking when he started to lay into her thighs. “Stop!”

He wouldn’t stop. She’d pushed him too far.

The spanking went on and on, but she didn’t lose her fight. She wouldn’t give in, not to a spanking. No matter that her ass felt raw and swollen, and each time his hand came down on her, she cried out not only in pain but embarrassment over the situation in which she found herself.

Collared and hanging off his lap being spanked.

Finally, it ended.

He said something, but she couldn’t hear him over her heavy breathing. Tears rolled off her face, but she wasn’t sobbing. She wouldn’t give him that.

Her hair hung in front of her, giving her the perfect curtain to hide behind.

“Who is it, Aubree?”

“I—” She shook her head. “No.”

A loud growl preceded her being dumped onto the ground. The little sticks and gravel dug into her, and she jumped up to protect her ass. Thinking he was finished with her was a mistake.

He stalked off; his authoritative walk combined with his tight-fitting jeans gave her the perfect view of his strength.

When he returned, the tail dangled from one hand and the leash the other. She backed up, tripping over the damn stump and fell flat on her sore ass.

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