Page 141 of Gunner

“You are not in control, Haizley.”

“I know.”

“Then relax. Stop holding yourself up. I want to feel that greedy pussy rubbing against me.”

“But, Gunner,” I whined.

“Relax!” he commanded with a smack against my ass to ensure my obedience.

I immediately sagged against his body, and he resumed his trek up the stairs. I groaned and buried my head against his neck. I wasn’t sure I could take much more. Between his dick rubbing against my lips and the piercing rubbing against my clit, I was dangerously close to the edge. The rumble of his chest revealed his laugh as he pulled me tighter against him.

I was dying. He was trying to kill me. I wanted to cry at the possibility of coming before we even reached my bedroom, let alone my bed.

Once we reached the top, Gunner picked up the pace. I was so thankful. I couldn’t hold out much longer. When he stepped into my room, he let go, practically dropping me on the floor just inside the room.

“Strip.”

“What?”

“Strip,” he repeated. “Take off your clothes, Haizley.”

I stared at him, dumbstruck.

“I know what strip means, Gunner. Why am I doing all the work? Aren’t you supposed to unwrap me?” I asked in exasperation.

My arms flung out at my side.

I was confused. This wasn’t going at all like I expected. The first time we fooled around, Gunner had done everything. He kissed me senseless and removed my clothes, then ate me like it was his last meal. Where was that man?

Gunner shook his head at me and walked over to the bed. Sitting down on the edge, he beckoned me with a finger and a smile. My answering smile was involuntary. This was the Gunner I wanted. The romantic one. The one who would take his time with me.

When I stepped over to him, he grabbed my hips, pulling me between his knees. He unbuttoned my jeans and peeled them off, along with my panties, down my legs. He lifted first one leg, then the other until I was naked from the waist down.

“What did I tell you downstairs?” His smile was gone, and his eyes were now cold. No longer heated though still dilated.

A moment of fear washed over me as I answered him.

“I wasn’t in charge,” I said softly.

“And?”

My eyes widened at the memory.

Oh shit.

Before I could object, Gunner flipped me over across his knees as his hand came down hard across my butt, and I cried out.

“Gunner, fuck!” I wiggled, trying to get away, but he held me firmly with one hand.

“I warned you, baby. Bratty girls get spanked.”

Three more slaps against my cheeks and I groaned. Gunner’s hand rubbed where he had spanked, and I whimpered. It hurt, but... it was more than that. The feeling of his hand against my flesh was so different from when he spanked me downstairs.

Gunner was a giant. He killed a man at fifteen by literally punching him to death. The knowledge of how powerful he was.How much he could hurt me if he truly wanted to, calmed me in a way that surprised me. The discipline it took to hold back while he punished me fascinated me, drawing my attention away from him until his fingers probed between my thighs and I felt him sliding between my lips.

“You liked that, didn’t you, little lamb?”

“No,” I lied.

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