Page 29 of Dr Feel Good
“Neither am I.”
To prove my point, I turned on my heels and began to stalk away, my injury making me walk slower than I would’ve liked. Though I was growing more mobile by the day, I still walked with a slight limp, and I worried that it wouldn’t go away even after I was fully healed. It’d be a permanent reminder of Fendi’s death, of what those bitches did to us.
Eventually, they’d pay for that shit. But for now, instead of plotting revenge, I’d take a walk to cool off.
At least, that was my plan, until a pair of strong arms lifted me off the ground. Felix threw me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing and began stalking to his cabin.
“Let me go!” I demanded, flailing in his grip and pounding on his back.
He delivered a hard smack to my ass, making me yelp and creating an annoying ache between my legs. “I fucking told you to go inside.”
“Fuck you!” I hollered, my voice echoing.
“Come up with something new, pet, because that one is fucking old.”
“How about you’re an insufferable little man-child with a miniature flea-sized dick?”
The laugh my words resulted in pissed me off more, this one full of genuine amusement. “Telling lies isn’t going to get you your way.”
I huffed in frustration, continuing to slam my fists against his back even as he kicked the door shut. It galled me that my wordswerea lie. The glimpse of his manhood revealed he packed a monster between his legs.
“You can settle down now,” he said as he stalked to the couch.
I bounced as he dropped me, somehow managing to avoid irritating any of my wounds.
“Asshole,” I growled, shooting to my feet. “I was just going for a walk.”
“I don’t care. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to listen.”
“You don’t have that fucking right,” I snarled.
His grin wasn’t nice. “You keep forgetting that this is my house, and that I could do whatever the fuck I want.”
My short temper and tendency to throw hands was well-known throughout the Royal Harlots and the Bastards. It waswhat earned me my name, even if I’d learned diplomacy due to my position as president. Yet, Felix made me forget any reasoning skills and made me act on impulse. Impulse is what made me slap him, the force hard enough to whip his head to the side.
“You little…”
In the blink of an eye, he’d encircled my wrist in a vice grip. Sitting down, and tugged me over his lap, using one arm to hold me down. In our current position, his erection was easy to feel.
“You’re a fucking brat,” he snarled, quickly tugging down the oversized pants I wore, my lack of panties leaving my ass exposed.
When his palm slammed against my ass, I gasped, and the sting reminded me of my relationship with Warrior and the punishments he inflicted if I got too out of line.
I fucking loved it.
Felix froze, relinquishing his grip on me. I made no move to get up, though, wishing he’d do it again.
“I…that was inappropriate,” he said after a very pregnant pause. “We do not have that kind of relationship.”
“But we could,” I blurted.
I hadn’t meant to say the words, but once they were out, I didn’t regret it.
“You’re a smart man. You should know I like it rough, that I like to be punished,” I continued, my voice growing breathier as I grew more excited. “I was out of line for hitting you. A spanking is only fair.”
A breathy chuckle left him. “You’re a fucking masochist, aren’t you?”
“Not a masochist. A submissive,” I corrected, pushing my hips upward and wiggling my ass to try to entice him to deliver another blow. “One who knows when she’s out of line and deserves punishment.”
