Page 93 of Royal Sons MC

“Ah, looks like you’re gonna need to learn a lesson.” King shook his head.

Before she could determine what he meant, he sat back on his haunches and moved to the side of the bed. She didn’t get a chance to move or even think about what she’d said.

King reached back, pulling her onto his lap. She found herself face down over his hard thighs, her ass in the air. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You keep racking up those swats, Little Dove.” King rubbed his hand over her back and down her ass in a caress that was measured.

Ayesha was sure she was going to scream, from pleasure or pain. She wasn’t sure which was going to win.

Chapter Fourteen

King let his fingerstrail between the crack of her ass, testing her wetness. “I told you before I’d beat your ass if I felt you needed it. I decide when you need it, and this is one of those times. Are you in, or are you out?” He wouldn’t push her into something she wasn’t willing to do, but this was something he wasn’t willing to bend on. If she was going to be his woman, she would need to understand he had rules, and with those came consequences.

“If I say out, are you going to let me walk out of here?” she asked, her voice quivering.

“Is that what you want?” King lifted his hand away from her body.

“No, dammit. You know it’s not. I just...I’ve never had a spanking. There. I said it. I don’t think I’ll like it, either.”

“Are you in, or are you out? If you’re in, pick a safe word. All you have to do is say that word, and I’ll stop whatever we’re doing at any time.” He began running his hand down her back again.

“Penelope,” she blurted. “Oh god, are we really going to do this? Are you going to take me to some club and make me wear leather and kneel at your feet?”

King grinned at her question, but instead of answering her, he let his hand come down, the slap a loud crack that split the air, followed by her cry. He immediately slapped the other cheek, followed by another on each one. He paused, rubbing his palm over the pinkening flesh. With each hit, her cries got quieter, which made him proud. She needed to learn he would never be like her late husband, ever. Lifting his hand, he tapped her ass again, alternating cheeks, switching up the intensity of the blows and placement until her entire ass was a lovely shade of red.

“You,” slap “will,” slap “never,” slap “compare,” slap “me to that fucker,” slap slap “again. Are we clear?” he asked, smoothing his hand over her red bottom. She’d begun lifting toward his hand as he’d spanked her. Now, he trailed his fingers between her thighs, the moisture he’d felt on his bare thigh soaking his fingers.

“Yes, I understand,” she sighed.

King lifted her to a standing position, spreading his legs so she stood between them. “You liked your spanking.”

She bit her bottom lip but nodded. “I don’t understand why.”

He lifted his hand, fingers wet from her moisture, and rubbed them over her lips. “Taste yourself.” He could explain why he thought she liked it, but she needed to figure it out for herself.

Ayesha opened her mouth, taking his fingers inside. She sucked a little delicately, but it only took a moment before she licked around them like he imagined she would his dick. “Fuck,” he swore.

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