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She shouted again as I wrapped my arms around her. Pepper fought back, using her body weight to throw my balance off, but I was more prepared this time.

“I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop,” I snarled against her ear.

“No,” she begged. “Don’t touch me. I hate you, you’re awful.”

I brought her down to the floor hard, my hand cupping the back of her head so it didn’t slam against the wood. She gasped, her expression dazing as she still fought.

“You’re a fucking brat,” I huffed as her hands slapped against me.

I grabbed hold of her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her. She didn’t stop fighting, her hips jerking against mine.

“Stop,” she cried. “Stop. Don’t touch me. Don’t fuck me.”

Her pleas sounded real.

“You’re a monster,” she gasped. “Why are you touching me this way?”

Her muscles tensed, her cries growing louder as I forcibly turned her over, shoved her face against the floor, and brought my hand down on her ass hard.

She screamed. “Oh god!”

“Such a fucking brat,” I growled, spanking her again. She cried out, her entire body reacting to the impact. Her bruises were already well-formed from last night, but I didn’t care. “I don’t care how much this fucking hurts, you deserve it.”

Her yelp faltered as I spanked her again and again until she was a trembling mess. “Fuck,” she sobbed. “Fuck. It’s too much. It hurts so bad, Sir.”

I paused for a second as I used my weight to keep her in place. “Pepper,” I whispered.

She swallowed hard, her breaths rapid. We both took a second, but then she said, “Green.”

Okay.

The reassurance helped. And gave me everything I needed to know. I tightened my hold on her and brought my hand down on her ass repeatedly until she was trembling.

I shoved her away and got to my feet, standing over her. She stared up at me, tears streaking down her cheeks, a smile flashing for a split second.

“Someone’s hard,” she whispered.

I leaned down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, dragging her up. She whimpered as I pulled her to her feet and led her back down the hall to the bedroom. Pepper’s nails raked against my wrists as I took her to the bed. Pain flared and I grunted as I grabbed the spreader bars and shoved her down onto the blankets.

“You little bitch,” I hissed.

“Fuck you,” she growled. “Fuckyou.”

She rolled over onto her back, panting as I grabbed one of her ankles. It was a struggle. I was going to have bruises too, and that sent a thrill through me as I finally got the fucking spreader bars on.

Pepper tried to clamp her knees shut, but that was not going to happen with these. She pushed against me, but it was no use as I adjusted her to the center of the bed and snatched the vibrator and the lube.

She put her hands over her pussy.

And I fucking laughed.

“Baby, that pussy belongs to me right now. I hope you don’t plan on doing much talking tomorrow, because your voice is going to be hoarse from screaming my name.”

I lubed up the toy and pulled her hands away, lining up the thrusting part of it with her entrance. Pepper pushed at my hands, wriggling as I shoved it inside of her.

She gasped, her hips bucking. God, she was doing fucking kegels and trying to push the fucker out.

“I swear to god,” I said.

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