Page 63 of The Heir

I tilt my head, wondering if she likes this. My face tightens on a grimace as I bring my hand down hard onto her left ass cheek, letting out an exhale at the sharp crack that fills the air and the pain that radiates across my palm. As she screams out in shock I inhale the scent of her indignation, tasting a small lick of desire in the air that makes me feral.

I want to sink my teeth into her, but for now my hand will have to do. And I don't plan on taking it easy on her, no, she needs to learn her lesson.

I bring my hand down hard, over and over again. Alternating ass cheeks and ignoring her high pitched screaming. "Fucking need your ass whooped."

Two more cracks.

"Slapping me."

Her hands fly back in an attempt to block me, but I slap them away and keep my blows steady.

Four sharp cracks. The screaming morphs into a whimper that almost does me in. She's shuffling to the side on her knees trying to escape me, but I just flex my fingers against the side of her face and move right along with her. Climbing onto the bed.

"Kicking me in the balls."

Three sharp cracks now, and she screams again hoarsely before turning it into a wail. I wait until she's done and then take a deep breath. "Now you're throwing water on me while I'm sleeping? It's almost like youwantme to discipline you. Is that what you want, huh?You brat."I lean over, getting her face completely in my vision.

Her lips are pressed tight together, tears are swimming in defiant eyes, and the color is high on her face. Her lips look swollen from how I rubbed her face into the sheets, and they're parted, letting short pants escape between them. Curiously, I lean back and look down at her ass and I tighten my own lips.

My nostrils flare as her scent has gotten noticeably stronger, and I just need to know.

I put my free hand in between her legs and spread the lips of her sex, seeing the moisture shining there, letting me know that she likes this.

"Are you turned on?" I ask, putting my eyes to hers.

"No," she grits out in a blatant lie.

I don't know if it's pain per se, how I'm speaking to her, or how roughly I'm treating her, but she's turned on. And I make it my mission to dig through Isobel until I get through the white meat and hit bone. I want to flay her from the inside out until I know and understand all of her secrets, wants, and desires.

But I'm going to need her to want it.

As if she heard my thoughts her hips push back just a little and sway. Taunting me. A muscle ticks in my cheek as I snap my eyes back to hers.

"Oh no, Isobel King. I'm not going to fucking give you what you want. You're going tobegme to fuck you the next time, you feisty, little demon! And your begging had better be worthy of the fuck I'm going to force you to endure.I. Know. That.Or, you're going to be screaming the entire time." I let her hair go, staring down my nose as she falls flat on the bed.

Isobel gasps, holding her hands to her ass andrubbing as she moans, turning her face into the pillow. "I want some underwear-" she moans, continuing to rub her ass as she whimpers into the pillow.

"You'll get some underwear when I tell you you can have it," I snarl down at her. I step off the bed and ignore the pain in my groin from denying myself the pleasure of her body. The absolute heaven that I know she could grant me with a word, or even a fucking look if she so chose to. I speak up over her whimpering. "Now, I'm having company over today. I want you to act like you've got some sense, and if youdo, I will give you access to your intimates drawer."

"Am I meeting them?" Her voice trembles.

"No." My tone is short and to the point.

"And if I don't?"she says quietly, looking at me up from her still prone position on the bed. "If I don't act like how you want?"

She takes a deep shuddering breath, pressing her cheek into the bed. I lean down, getting level with her eyes and letting her know I'm serious. A thick curl falls in front of her face, and as she breathes it puffs out before falling back down. I push it gently to the side, pressing my palm to her cheek.

"Then my hand is going to keep getting firmer and firmer until we figure out just how hard you can take it before you break for me."

Subdued for now, she squeezes her eyes shut on a hiccuping sob. Letting her go, I straighten back up and turn, making my way to my bedroom, opening the door to let Xavier in to keep an eye on Isobel, and head to the bathroom to clean up and getdressed.

I stride around the bend to the great foyer, smiling brightly at the sight of my best friend of twenty-five years. His security detail has stationed himself at the perimeter of the room, I walk past them nonchalantly.

"Micah Taylor!" I chuckle, holding my arms out as he turns around and spots me. He'd been staring at the expansive library situated off the foyer and I relent to giving him what he wants, hoping it'll soften him up for the news that I'm going to give him. "Welcome back to New York, my friend."

We greet each other warmly with a pat on the back and one-armed brotherly hug.

"Hendrix, how are you, my man?" Micah steps back and I take in his tall broad, form. Warmth fills me at the sight of his darker melanated skin, perfectly lined goatee and deep chocolate eyes. Wise for his years.

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