Page 23 of The Billionaire's Baby
"You’re in so much trouble." I thrust my face into hers. "Get on the boat."
"Oh, fuck you."
"Oh, I’m going to do that too," I growl. "But first, I am going to whip your arse for what you did."
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"Ow, you asshole, let go of me.” I strain from my position where I am sprawled across the bastard’s lap.
He’d shoved me onto the boat, climbed on after me, then dragged me inside the yacht. He'd held onto me as I'd shivered in his grasp, while he hauled anchor, and pressed a few buttons. The boat had restarted, he'd pulled a lever, then he'd turned me over on his knee.
"W...wait," I stutter through the trembling that grips me, and it's because I am chilled to the bone. Honestly, that's all it is. "Don't you... n...n...eed to steer the boat or something?"
"Auto-pilot," he bites out.
"I... I'm...cold." I try to pull away from him. "I think I need a hot shower.
"I have a better way to warm you up." He drags me back onto his lap, before his palm connects with my left asscheek.
"What the hell are you doing?" I yell
"I’ve gone easy on you so far. I should have known you’d take advantage of my good nature.”
"Good nature?" I shove the hair back from my face, "You don’t have a bloody good-natured bone in your entire body."
"If that were true, I would have let you drown. Instead, here I am, trying to pound some sense into you."
He spanks my right butt cheek, then the left again.
"Ow, that hurts, you bastard."
"Say you’re sorry for what you did," he demands.
"No," I snap. "You told me you'd go easier on me the longer I could evade you."
"So you decided to put yourself at risk?"
"It’s my life, you…you…complete cock. I’ll do with it what I want."
"Wrong answer. Your life belongs to me, for the duration of the arrangement, and I forbid you to do anything that will jeopardize it. You understand?"
He spanks me with such force that my entire body jerks.
"Say you understand."
"I do," I howl. "Okay, I understand."
"Good."
He smacks me once more across my butt and I scream.
"What the fuck? Why did you do that?"
"Just insurance."
"Stop," I beg. "No more, please."
