Page 76 of Bitter Arrangement

“By punishing you.”

“I don’t follow the logic, if I’m honest.”

“Don’t you?” He pulls my hair lightly and kisses my neck. “Let’s give you a demonstration then.”

With surprising speed, he reaches down and unbuttons my jeans. I let out a shocked laugh as he yanks them down, exposing my ass. I’m in a pair of lacy navy-blue boy shorts.

“Seems like this is less of a punishment and more—” I start to say until he brings his palm down on my left cheek with one quick motion.

I suck in a breath as pain lances along my skin.

“You were saying?” he asks, lightly rubbing my ass where he just slapped me.

“Was that… a spanking?” I ask.

“You can call it that if you want.” He nibbles my ear from behind. “But I think you need to be pinned down over my knees for it to really count.”

“Is that something you can do?”

He laughs, dark and low, sending another spike into my core.

“Right this way, you bad fucking girl.” He leads me to the guest room across the hall and sits on the edge of the bed. My heart races as he drags me down into his lap, roughly wrenching my panties down further to show off my full bare ass. “Is this what you wanted?”

“I’m not surewantedis the right word, but?—”

He spanks me again, one quick and brutal motion. I arch in shock and pain as it fills me like fire. Then he’s massaging again and murmuring how I’m such a good girl.

“How was that, baby? Too much?”

“Fuck,” I say, drooling against the comforter. My body goes slack as the wires mixingpleasureandpainget totally crossed in my head. “I don’t know.”

“You can’t think now, can you?” He spanks me again, and again. I’m grinding against his thigh, panting and moaning. From a freaking spanking? What the hell is going on with me right now? “Oh, baby, you like that, don’t you?” He’s purring at me, clearly enjoying this. I feel him stiffening underneath me.

“I don’t know what I like right now,” I say, dazed, and arch my back. “But do it again.”

He whacks me three more times. My brain fizzles and fries with total confusion, and he only makes it worse when he roughly pushes my legs open and runs his fingers up and down my slit.

Oh, fuckingshit,that feels so good.

“That’s my girl,” he says as his fingers probe at my pussy and lap at my clit. “You need a little something nice to balance out the spanking you’re getting. You deserve a treat, don’t you?”

“And this treat is you touching my pussy?” I whine, wriggling against his hand, practically trying to hump his fingers.

“That’s right.” He pulls his hand away, and I moan from the sudden lack of sensation. His fingers press into my mouth, and I suck them eagerly.

Until he pulls back and spanks me. This time, it’s a wet slap, and I end up moaning. He teases my pussy immediately, slamming bliss against agony and driving me insane.

“What a good girl,” he praises. “Your pretty pale ass looks so good with my red handprint right on your cheek. I’m going to spank you until my fingers leave bruises. When you sit, you’ll feel me. That’s my mark, baby.”

“You’re a little insane.”

“And you like it.” He spanks me again, and again, and one more time hard enough that I cry out, before he plunges his fingers deep into my pussy.

Shit.

Oh, god.

That is so, so good.

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