Page 35 of The Billionaire's Baby
He spanks me again. "Wrong response."
"Wait—"
He slaps my ass a third time. I shudder, dig my core into his thighs. His palm connects with my ass again and I wheeze. "Why are you—?"
"The more you delay starting the count, the more I get to spank you, Sparks."
"This is so not fair," I burst out, and he flattens his palm across my butt. He massages my skin and the pain sinks into my blood. My core clenches again. "Arpad, what the hell are you doing?"
He drags his fingers across the flesh between my legs and I groan.
"Start counting."
He squeezes my ass with enough force that I yelp, "Fine, fine."
He slaps the curve of my flesh and I squeak, "One."
He spanks me again.
"Two," I huff.
Slap.
"Three."
Slap.
"Four."
Slap.
"Five," I wail.
He doesn’t stop after that until he’s reached nine, each of his slaps punctuated by my counting. By the time he’s done, I’m shaking, tears running down my face. I blink them away. At least, I didn’t give him the satisfaction of yelling or protesting. If he thought he was going to make me submit this way, he has another think coming.
He swipes his fingers between my legs and a shiver runs up my spine.
"You’re wet already," there’s a note of wonder in his voice, "and I haven’t even begun."
"I am done here." I strain against his hold and he leans his weight across my back, effectively holding me in place.
"We’re not done until I say we are."
I turn my head to stare at him, "You’re so…so…"
"Irresistible?"
"Full of yourself."
"And you like me that way."
"Ha." I shake the hair out of my eyes. "Keep deluding yourself."
"You’re the one denying your need to give in to me."
"Keep dreaming, buster," I growl.
"Oh, I’m gonna do more than that." He raises his hand again. "I’m going to withhold your orgasms until you behave."
