Page 162 of The Catalyst

“Answer the question,” he demands.

“What if I don’t want to? We both know you’re not going to kill me. What's the worst you could do?” I brat him so hard, and I’m quite proud of myself. He might scare everyone else, but he doesn’t scare me.

Suddenly, he flips us, slamming my back into the bed, my head crashing against the pillow with his hand tight around my throat. Then, he pries my legs apart and shoves two fingers straight into my weeping cunt. I cry out from the shock of it.

“You’re right. I’m not going to kill you, crazy girl, but I can do some things that you won’t like,” he rasps against my lips, breathing in every moan I expel as if the taste of it is all the nourishment he requires.

“Oh, really? Like what?”

Then, his fingers coax in and out of my pussy, running his thumb over my nub in a rhythm that is so delicious I whimper from how good it feels.

He doesn’t need his cock to blow my mind. His fingers do the job just fine.

“For example,” he groans as he teases my sweet spot and my hips buck of their own accord against his fingers. “I can bring you right to the edge, so close you can taste your orgasm on your fucking tongue…” he trails off as his digits gain momentum, pumping me closer to my release.

“Yesss,” I whimper. “I’m so close.”

“Can you taste it, Beth?” he growls.

“Uh-huh.” I can’t even muster a word as I feel the cliff I’m about to fall over right before he rips his fingers from my body, and I hiss from the loss of his fingers and the painful zing of my orgasm being yanked from me like a rug under my feet. “No,” I cry.

“I can give it, and I can take it. It hurts, doesn’t it?” he taunts me like a predator, and I whine, begging him to give me what I need with my eyes, but Oliver doesn’t surrender easily. “Are you going to answer my question or continue being a brat?”

Asshole.

“I choose the brat option.” Then, I stick my tongue out at him to annunciate my point further.

“Punishment it is.” His eyes narrow, darkening instantly as if I just woke up the sadist in him.

Before I can blink, he flips me onto my face, my knees pressed together with my ass in the air. I try to grab the sheet to pull myself up, but he yanks my arms behind my back, securing them with…something soft that he wraps around them repeatedly until it's completely secure.

I grunt with frustration and try like hell to kick my legs out, but he captures my legs with his own, holding me in that exposed position.

Oliver doesn’t want me to have any wiggle room. He wants me to be vulnerable, completely immobile.

“This is the enjoyable option for me, baby. Are you sure you want to fight me?” he teases darkly as he grips the back of my neck, digging his fingers into the soft tissue. It stings, but I like the pain. I have a weird kinship with discomfort. Anguish brings me pleasure in a way nothing else does.

“Was that a rhetorical question, Daddy?” I sass breathlessly.

His fingers smooth over my exposed behind, discovering every pore, every blemish, every freckle for his enjoyment. It’s the anticipation. Thewhat is he going to do with me in this positionquestion that always comes with the unknown. I hope he just fucks me, but I know he won’t reward me like that.

“Don’t you dare move,” he warns with a growl, and every muscle in my body shudders at the sound of his deadly voice.

“Yes, Daddy.” He can’t see it, but I’m smiling from ear to ear. So far, I’ve liked his punishments. The way he makes me hurt so good…it’s just as good as getting me off.

His knees loosen their hold on me a bit as he leans back, and I make my move to flee, not really trying to get away but pushing his limits. He’s too fast and has me back in position in a flash.

His fingers dig deep into my neck and press me harder into the mattress. “I said,” he whispers in my ear as he presses his chest into my restrained arms, probably leaving a bruise there. The sting along with the pressure feels incredible. “Don’t. You. Dare. Move… In what way was I unclear, little one?”

“None,” I gasp. “I didn’t want to listen.”

He lifts his body up, and his hand comes down hard on my ass. I shriek from the surprise of it before the involuntary moan slips out. I’ve never been spanked so hard or gotten so much pleasure from one, either.

His hand comes down again, just as hard as the last, so hard I’m sure to have welts covering my ass tomorrow.

Slap.

Slap.

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