Page 43 of Nowhere to Run

“You’re too big!” I gasped, shaking violently beneath him. “You’re a fucking asshole.”

I spat the words at him like a curse, making sure he knew exactly how much I despised him in this moment.

A sharp slap landed across my ass again, the sting rippling through me, making me yelp. The pain should have been unbearable. But instead, it sent a shockwave of heat straight to my clit, an ache of pleasure pooling between my thighs.

His voice was dark, teasing. “What a filthy mouth you have.”

His fingers dug into my hips, holding me still as he began to fuck me harder—no longer pushing deeper, but pumping his cock in and out relentlessly.

“Keep it up, and I’ll make this even harder for you.”

A whimper left me before I could stop it.

“You understand that?” he leaned down, whispering in my ear, his voice soft but lethal. “Every part of you is mine. If you disrespect me again, I always have ways to make this more painful.”

A chill ran down my spine at the promise in his voice. Was he serious? How could it possibly get worse? He’d already pushed me past limits I didn’t know I had, inflicted more pain than I thought I could handle, humiliated me.

But something inside me resisted—a flare of defiance surged. Or maybe… maybe I knew I could take more.

The thought sickened me.

A flicker of doubt twisted inside me, just for a second. Maybe I should stop fighting. Just give in.

But my pride flared hot inside me.

My breath steadied, and with everything in me, I forced the words out, sharp and clear.

“You don’t scare me.”

Chapter Eight

Big mistake.

He pulled out abruptly, leaving me exposed and trembling. My body pulsed from the loss of him, from the sudden emptiness.

Without a word, his hand shot out, grabbing the belt still tightly wrapped around my ankles. One sharp yank—and I was dragged to the top of the bed, sprawling across his lap again, his hard cock pressing into my groin as my bare ass lay before him.

Not again.

I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut, bracing for what was coming.

“I warned you not to disrespect me,” he hissed, his voice sharp and unforgiving.

His hand came down hard, the force of it sending a sharp sting through my body. My eyes flew open, my breath leaving my lungs.

“Goddammit!” I screamed, my voice cracking under the pain.

“That’s it baby,” he murmured, his tone suddenly soothing, almost gentle. “Take your punishment like a good girl. You’ll learn who’s in charge. You don’t talk back to me, understand?”

Another slap—harder this time. I gasped, the burn radiating through me.

“Beg me to stop,” he ordered, his tone unrelenting. “And maybe I’ll consider it. Show me how much you respect me—how much you worship me.”

I froze, the words caught in my throat, humiliation battling with desperation. But there was no choice. If I wanted this to end, I had to play his game.

I took a deep breath, forcing the words out.

“Please… stop, Sir,” I stammered, voice trembling with defeat. “I beg you.” I hesitated, heat crawling up my face before the final words slipped free. “I’ll do anything. I’ll worship you. I’ll worship your cock.”

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