Page 20 of Yours

I bit my lip hard, tears threatening again. The sting was relentless, radiating through me with every deliberate swat. I tried to focus on my breathing, to push past the growing heat and discomfort, but it was impossible. Every nerve in my body was alight, humming with a mixture of pain, shame, and even more reluctant arousal.

“Ronan, please,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “I—I get it. I understand. You don’t have to?—”

Another swat landed, this time on my upper thigh, cutting off my words and pulling a desperate cry from my throat. My hands curled into fists against the seat, my body tensing as the tears I’d been holding back finally began to spill.

“You don’t get to tell me when we’re done,” Ronan said evenly, his hand steady on my lower back. “This isn’t about what you want, Kiera. This is about what you need. What you’ve earned.”

The words sent a fresh wave of humiliation coursing through me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, the tears slipping down my cheeks faster now. I wanted to argue, to fight back, but the sting was too much. My defiance crumbled as his hand spanked my bare ass over and over again.

“I’m sorry,” I choked out, my voice breaking. “I’m sorry, okay? Please?—”

He didn’t stop. The swats kept coming, each one firm and measured, driving his point home with an unyielding certainty. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I could feel the sob building in my chest, thick and unavoidable.

When it finally escaped, it felt like a dam breaking. The tears came swift and hot, streaming down my face as my body trembled under his firm grip. The stinging heat on my skin was unbearable now, every swat a fresh reminder of just how thoroughly I’d lost control.

“There it is,” Ronan murmured, his voice softer, but no less steady. “That’s what I needed to hear.”

He slowed then, the hard cracks of his hand giving way to firm, steady smacks that made the lingering sting even more pronounced. My sobs came faster, shaking my shoulders as I pressed my forehead against the leather seat, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

I thought it was almost over. I was wrong. He just spanked me harder.

By the time he finally stopped, my body was trembling, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The stinging heat on my skin was overwhelming, but it was the silence that hit me hardest—the heavy, loaded quiet that filled the car as he rested his hand lightly on my lower back.

“Good girl,” Ronan said softly, with a surprising gentleness.

I let out a shaky breath, the tears still slipping down my cheeks as I struggled to pull myself together. My chest ached, my pride was in shreds, and yet… there was a strange sense of relief settling over me, like a weight I hadn’t realized I’d been carrying had finally been lifted.

“Sit up,” he said after a moment, his hand moving to help guide me. I winced as I shifted, the cool leather of the seat against my freshly scalded backside sending a fresh rush of sensation through me.

I avoided his gaze, my cheeks burning as I wiped at my face with trembling hands.

“I fucking hate you,” I muttered, though my voice lacked any real venom.

“No,” Ronan said simply, his tone calm. “You hate that I gave you exactly what you deserved.”

I glared at him through watery eyes, but the fight had gone out of me. He wasn’t wrong—not about any of it—and that realization stung almost as much as the punishment itself.

“Let this be the last time I have to do this,” he said, his voice low, but firm. “Because next time, Kiera, it’ll be much worse.”

I swallowed hard, my throat tight as I nodded. “Okay,” I whispered.

His gaze softened just slightly, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw something almost protective in his expression. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by the same calm, unshakable presence he always carried.

“Good,” he said simply, leaning back in his seat.

“Are you happy now?” I asked with a deliberate pout, and he glanced in my direction before palming his cock over his pants.

My mouth went dry as I stared. He dragged his fingers up and down his thick length before he reached down with both hands, unbuttoned his slacks, and pulled his big cock out.

He was hard. Reallyfuckinghard.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy that, love. We both know your pussy is leaving a wet spot on my leather seat right now,” he declared, and I gasped, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock.

My mouth went dry as I watched him stroke his massive length, slowly and deliberately, his dark eyes never leaving mine. Heat pooled between my thighs, and I couldn’t help but squirm under his intense gaze.

His cock was incredibly long and thick, the tip glistening with pre-cum, and I bit my lip, fighting the urge to lean closer. His grip tightened as he worked his shaft, his pace steady and even.

“Ronan,” I breathed, unable to keep the desperation from my voice.

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