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“If I don’t?”
“Then the punishment will be much harsher.”
CHAPTER 23
Bristol
I was shocked, so much so I couldn’t breathe.
Somehow, he managed to rip the belt free completely. With a single hard crack of the strap against the concrete floor, I jumped, giving him the satisfaction of issuing a strangled whimper. My God. I couldn’t believe I was letting this man win.
The fight was ebbing away, my muscles aching.
“Now, be a good girl.”
Lightheaded, I was forced to take several deep breaths. This was crazy. He was crazy. I wiggled on the bed, trying to push myself up, but he pushed me down again seconds before he cracked the belt against my backside.
I was so shocked, air expelled from my lungs. Tears of frustration immediately rushed to my eyes, and I felt myself stilling under his command.
“That’s it. Just stay calm and this will be over soon. However, I will provide you with punishment as necessary if you continue defying me. Do you understand?” As if to prove a point, he smacked my bottom three times in rapid succession.
Suddenly, I felt the pain, the racking anguish that was driven to both my arms and legs. Stars floated in front of my eyes and I was at a loss of knowing how to breathe. “Yes,” I squawked.
“Let’s try that again.” He smacked the thick strap against my upper thighs and I jumped.
“Yes, sir!” The words rushed from my mouth before I could control myself. This was crazy. I was woozy, still trying to figure out how to escape him.
“Better. Just breathe for me, Bristol, and this will be over with. You’ll be calmer afterward.”
Was he kidding me? Calmer? I would likely dig out his eyes with my pinky fingers. I took another deep breath and when he brought the belt down twice more, I bit back a curse.
Yet as the anguish unfolded, I felt a stickiness between my legs. No way. I was wet? My pussy was clenching? Oh, my God. That wasn’t possible.
Yet it was.
Panting, I clawed at the iron springs, trying to keep my bearings. He continued the spanking, bringing the belt down three or maybe four times. I was at a complete loss, my mind spinning with everything we’d shared and all that he’d done to me.
Yet my pussy continued to throb.
I heard his deep breath and braced for another horrible round. When he caressed my skin instead, I stiffened, gritting my teeth. He would never hear me cry again. Damn him. Damn everything about him. I hated him.
Then why are you so wet?
The question was valid. I took several deep breaths as he rolled the rough pads of his fingers from one side of my bottom to the other, ending by running them up the crack of my ass.
I shuddered involuntarily to his touch, hating myself even more.
Heat was building, not only on my bruised ass, but also between my legs. My core was on fire, every inch of skin tingling. From this? From him? From the man who electrified me.
Sick inside, when he started the spanking again, I was limp, lying across the cot like the good little girl he wanted me to be. The scent of my desire permeated the air and I was disgusted.
Completely embarrassed.
And I could tell by his heavy breathing he was excited.
Damn the man.
Damn everything about him.
