Page 37 of Their Will be Done

When I touch the elastic of her panties, she stiffens. “Please,” she murmurs. “Leave them on.”

I should have ripped them off, but I fight back the urge. That thin film of fabric is inconsequential. If I want to admire my handiwork, I can do that when we’re done.

“Spread your legs.”

When she doesn’t obey, I kick them open for her. I run a hand over the curve of her ass and then up her plump cheek, massaging the flesh beneath.

She shifts again. “What are you doing?”

I’m not about to educate this girl on the intricacies of spanking. “Is that your first question?”

She shivers under my hand as she gives her head a violent shake.

My cock stiffens even more.

I take off my belt, willing myself to move slowly so I can warm up her cool flesh and bring enough blood to the surface.

It’s surprisingly difficult not to rush this part. The anticipation of hurting her is making me salivate.

I fold my belt in half and then again. I move close to her, my now straining cock brushing the curve of her ass as I reach around and press open her jaw with my fingers.

“Bite.”

“Don’t I get to ask my question first?”

I slap her ass with the flat of my hand.

She lets out an indignant yelp and glares at me over her shoulder. I hold up my hand, showing her my reddened palm, and her scowl fades a little. She opens her mouth and accepts the belt when I shove it between her pink lips.

“Face forward.”

Usually, I wouldn’t be bothered if she was making eye contact or not but I can’t pretend she’s a meek sub if she keeps glaring at me like that.

“This, then your question.”

When she doesn’t say anything, I smack her ass again.

“I need a yes, little girl.”

Her shoulders stiffen, but she doesn’t protest the name-calling. Maybe she’s finally starting to accept just what a fucked up deal she’s struck with me.

Soon, she’ll be begging me to stop, and this will all be over. Questions unanswered, I’ll send her back to her dorm, a newfound fear embedded inside her.

Deep,deepinside her.

Chapter Seventeen

Trinity

What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Trading slaps for intel? You’d swear I’d been dropped on my head as a kid. From the third floor.

My ass is already throbbing from the two smacks Zachary delivered. Fuck knows how I’m supposed to survive more.

But that’s not what’s bothering me the most about this. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear this was turning me on.

Which is ridiculous, of course. What the hell is sexy about having a belt shoved in my mouth? Or the way I’m drooling around the leather? Or the fact that I’m standing here in my underwear, waiting for him to start spanking me?

But if this is what it takes to get the answers I need—

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