Page 149 of Kiss the Villain

“Why?”

“Quit the questions and come here.”

I release an exasperated noise and walk to him. His scent is all I breathe, and he’s so warm, but closed off. I can’t read him.

“Now what?”

“Bend over the desk.”

“You must be out of your mind. We’re on campus.”

“I said. Bend over, Carson.”

My body kind of folds of its own volition when he orders me. But if he calls me Carson one more time…

“What happens now?” I scoff. “You’re going to spank me or something?”

I hear unbuckling and look behind me, and sure enough, he’s undoing his belt.

Ah, fuck me.

He tried that before and I couldn’t sit properly for days. I came like crazy, too, so there’s that.

The first slap comes and I jerk against the desk, holding on to the edges with white knuckles. Even though it’s over my jeans, I feel it on my skin, and my dick is swelling. Fast.

No surprise there. I’m apparently a masochist, as V—the Reddit version—calls me.

“You need to watch that mouth.”Thwack.“You can’t run it however you please.”Thwack.“Next time I tell you to sit down. You.”Thwack.“Sit.”Thwack.“The fuck.”Thwack. “Down.”

I’m groaning and grunting. The pain is so great, I think my cock will burst, the sense of pleasure is surging through me despite all my attempts to remain unaffected. My groin is pushing against the desk, trying to get any form of friction.

“Quiet.” He shoves two fingers in my mouth, making me choke on them. “Unless you want them to come and see you being punished for being a fucking brat.”

He slaps me again and I grunt, my teeth grazing his fingers as I deep-throat them.

“But then again, you’re a little slut, so you might be into that.” He drops the belt on the table and reaches beneath me, his hand brushing against my engorged cock before he unzips my jeans. “You’re already hard with a little belting. What a fucking mess.”

He lowers my jeans and boxers just enough and then slaps my ass over the burning welts. I gag on his fingers, my eyes blurry, and I realize moisture is gathering there.

“Even if you’re into that, there will never be an audience.” He kneads the skin, and I release a choked sound. “No one gets to see this. No one but me. You’re onlymine.”

He removes his fingers from my mouth. “Say it.”

I remain quiet, motionless, and he spins me around so that my back is on the desk. My ass burns when it meets the cool surface, but that’s the least of my concerns, because his eyes widen upon seeing my face.

Apparently, I’m fucking crying. So, yeah, I do cry during his punishments sometimes because I enjoy the pleasure mixed with pain.

But there’s something else this time.

And, of course, he notices it.

Fuck my life.

“What’s wrong?” He reaches out a hand, and I look the other way at an ugly floor lamp.

He pulls my pants up, covering my still raging erection because my cock is refusing to read the room.

His large palm grips my nape, stroking the skin as he speaks in a low tone, “If you don’t like me touching you on campus, I won’t.”

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