Page 29 of Unruly Obsession
But it still doesn’t mean I’ll comply with his demands.
“I can do what I want in my life. You don’t own me,” I reply.
The corners of his mouth twitch as he grabs my hand and slowly tugs me until I’m standing beside his knee. Even when he’s sitting, his size is imposing, and we’re almost at eye level with each other.
“You can, but there are consequences when you’re being a brat,” he says, his thumb stroking over the delicate bone of mywrist, as if reminding me how small I am compared to him. I should be scared, but it thrills me in ways it shouldn’t. “Bend over,” he orders.
My brain short-circuits.
“S-sorry?” I stutter.
“It’s too late for apologies. Bend over my knee so I can slap the brat out of you.”
Liquid warmth floods to my core, and my pussy begins to quietly throb at the thought. Surely, I can’t be into this. I’ve never done anything like this before, and it feels foolish to give in. Yet there’s a spark of excitement flashing inside me.
“I wasn’t apologizing.”
“That’ll be five strikes. Do you want to continue adding to your punishment? Or are you demanding the belt instead?”
“What? No, I don’t want a belt,” I’m quick to say. That seems too extreme, doesn’t it?
What is happening?
“We need to establish some rules,” he says as he threads his fingers through my hair and arches my neck back slightly. My pulse kicks up, and my breath hitches at the thought of what he might do next. “In public, I’ll play the part of doting boyfriend. But when you make my life a living hell, you will be punished in private. Do you understand?”
I'm consumed by the gaze of a predator who's ready to leave his mark. I can’t think rationally as my body begins to flood with a desire I’ve never known.
This is a choice, even if he doesn’t make it sound like one. I can easily walk away from this. But as I stare into his molten brown eyes that dance with light from the outside world, I don’t see malice or cruelty in them.
I see something I’ve never experienced before.
Desire.
Danger.
Dare I say… trust?
That last thought catches me off guard because how many others have I trusted who have disappointed me? But whateverthisis, it defies all logic.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” I say breathily.
The corner of his mouth twitches, and I find myself staring, praying to see what he might look like with a full-blown smile. “Part of me thinks you like it, Sunshine. Now, have you come to play?” He looks pointedly at his knee.
My heart is hammering in my chest. This man is dangerous. Still…
I find myself willingly lowering, bending over his knee, my ass up in the air as I brace my elbows on his other knee.
“She does listen after all,” he purrs appreciatively.
I go to speak, but his callused hand, slowly grazing along the back of my leg and up my bare thigh, has me snapping my mouth shut. Goose bumps erupt everywhere he touches. My breath hitches with the slow and painful anticipation for… what? Everything? Anything? It’s been almost a year since I've slept with a guy, but Lorenzo is different. He is a man whose touch I shouldn't want. Yet I yearn for it like my next breath.
He shifts my dress over my hips, and a low, guttural growl escapes him. I peek at him from over my shoulder, mesmerized by his eyes, which seem to have darkened to almost black as he stares at my ass.
“This is a perfect ass to punish,” he growls.
I bite down on my bottom lip as I watch him with bewilderment, his hand pulling back and then coming down hard on my ass cheek. I yelp, the taste of blood bursting into my mouth from where I was biting down on my lip. It stings, and black spots dance across my vision. When I can refocus, he’s staring at me, the raw burn of his handprint on my skin feeling like a brand.
I realize he’s pushing me. I shouldn’t want this, but my body hums with anticipation. I want more. More fromhim.It hurts, the pulsing of his mark on me, and yet my body naturally arches into him, a silent request for him to continue.
