Page 51 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

The wooden instrument moves off my skin and smacks back down violently on my ass moments later. My mouth falls open on a silent scream that’s cut off by another hit landing on my other cheek.

He uses my hair to flatten my face against the area next to the sink and bends over me.

“Don’t call me that.” He says, “Nevercall me that again.”

He sets whatever he was holding, I think a wooden spoon or spatula, on my back and strokes my cheeks with his hand, his caress deceptively gentle as he takes in my heated skin.

His mouth breathes against my ear. “I’m going to give you ten more of these and you’re going to count them out. If you miss one, I’ll start over.”

He straightens, grabs the wooden spatula, and brings it down on my cheek, robbing me of breath just like the first time.

“No?” He hums, a pleased sound coming from the depths of his chest. He’s getting off on this, the bastard. “Guess you don’t want this to stop.”

“O-one,” I stutter.

“Too late,” He says, and smacks me with the spatula again.

“One,” I say, this time. I barely have time to get the word out before it comes back down again. “Two.”

I cry out when the next one connects, my ass sore. Counting his strokes gives me déjà vu, bringing me back to the countdown to KO.

“Three.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“W-what?” I ask, “Four.”

“The way he stared at you. The way you had him ogling your body like it was his.” He snarls, emotion coloring his words.

The spatula comes down twice more, and this time I scream.

“Five…Six.”

My ass burns so painfully, I don’t think I’ll be able to sit for a week, but I feel like a live wire. Arousal swirls in my veins and makes me dizzy. His possessive tone makes my stomach clench and has wetness seeping out of my pussy.

Another slap.

“Seven.” I choke out.

“Answer me, Sixtine.”

He shouldn’t be allowed or able to say my name at me like that. Like it belongs on his lips and his alone, carried on his tongue with a determination and ownership over me that he’s never claimed.

I can’t even remember what his question was, so I stay silent. He must take my silence as agreement because I see his eyes flash out of the corner of mine.

“Do you let anybody look at you? Do you let them fucking touch you?” I flinch at the guttural way he demands answers that I don’t actually owe him.

I edge onto my shoulder, looking back at him even as he keeps me from standing. “You’re the one who called me a faithless whore, right? Isn’t that what whores do?”

I have no idea where I get the guts to ask, to challenge him this way, especially with something that’s absolutely not true. But I goad him, throwing the words he cruelly lashed out at me with back in his brutally handsome face.

He yanks me back against his chest and violently bites the shell of my ear. His hand clamps over my mouth, muffling my answering scream.

He runs his thumb roughly over my lips, pulling the lower one away from my teeth before releasing it.

“Where has this smart mouth been all these years?” He wonders aloud, “It’s extremely fuckable all of a sudden.”

Lust shoots straight to my pussy at his words but I fight my physical reaction. My eyes narrow and my mouth flattens.

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