Page 47 of Sweet Rule
The strangers are watching us in silence. They’re there, drinks in hand and eyes sparkling with interest, but I force myself to look through them. I’m not here with them. I’m here with Law. He said he would keep me safe and I believe him. I sink against him and grin.
“You’re too cocky,” I tell him and then lean forward and shove at his arms at the same time I drop down. His hold breaks and I’m free. “I’m going to make you work for this, Daddy.” The smile on my lips is real. There’s nothing fake about what we’re doing. Not anymore. In this moment, I can let the hurt go. I can keep my promise to focus on us.
Just this once.
I draw that word out and the change that sweeps over Law is instant. He was there, carrying out his role in this twisted game, but when I call him Daddy? He’s gone.He’s mine.He’s so perfectly mine that I can practically feel the shift snap into place. He’s so agonizingly beautiful. It hurts to fucking look at him when I see the protective and needy look that settles into his eyes.
That’s the man that I spent all these weeks and months loving. The one that had me wishing for more when he claimed me out of nowhere on a random cold morning. That’s the man that I love.
“You just earned yourself ten for that,” he says, holding up his hand.
I back away from him, my heel hits the stairs and I stumble up them slowly while he prowls towards me. He keeps the space the same so that I’m neither too far away or too close. The distance stays to six feet, maybe less. If he wanted to, he could lunge forward and grab me, but he doesn’t. I keep backing up until I hit the flat ground of the hallway and then I run. Fuck, I run as fast as I can. I run until my lungs ache and muscles burn. I run until I’m not sure I’ll be able to go another step. But now I know these hallways. I know the way back to my room, so I keep going.
I keep running until I see my bedroom door come into sight and my breath leaves me in a whoosh. I made it. Just a few more feet and then I’ll be free. I skid to a stop in front of the door and grab the handle with both hands, opening it an inch. Before I can go any further, Law’s hand comes to the handle and he yanks it shut. I cry out and try to shove the door open again but he has me in his arms. He picks me up and I expect for him to carry me into the room but he doesn’t. In fact, we don’t go far at all.
We end up just backing up a few feet and then Law does something I don’t expect. He forces me down onto the floor in front of my room. “What are you-” I start but his hand sings across my ass and I cry out, my words lost in the sound. His hand comes to the back of my neck and he forces me down onto my hands.
“I told you ten, didn’t I?” he asks me as he rucks up my dress and shoves it over my ass so that it pools around my waist.
“Y-yes,” I whimper. The rough feel of his fingers on my skin is making it hard to concentrate, but I’m also out of breath and my heart feels like it might burst out of my chest.
He growls low and there’s a ripping sound as he tears my underwear from me and tosses them onto the marble floor in front of me. Even in the low light I can see the damp spot on them that I made. My cheeks flush. I want him so badly and even though we both know it, having the proof of it right there on my torn panties in front of my face just adds a new level to everything. The white of the fabric against the black marble is stark. I couldn’t look away from it if I tried.Christ.
“Yes, what?” he asks me before he spanks me again. His big hand hits the same spot and I yelp, body jolting forward. But when I try to put space between us, Law grabs me around my hips and forces me back where I was.
“I said, yeswhat?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s what I want to fucking hear, princess. Now spread your fucking legs.”
My body goes hot with embarrassment. My eyes go to the closed bedroom door. “Here?” I whimper pitifully and strain forward against the grip he has on my hips. “Couldn't we just go inside?” I lean forward, trying to pull from his grip, but that only earns me another slap to my ass. I whimper when his hand hits my ass but it feels so wonderfully good. The way the heavy weight of my Daddy’s hand on my flesh feels, knowing that he’s turning my ass shades of pink and red. That when I sit the next day I’ll feel where he touched me.
I get wetter, the cool air of the club on the skin gone pink from Law’s hand makes me squirm. “Stay still,” he orders and hooks an arm under my waist to haul me back where wants me. I try to listen to him. I really, truly do, but I can’t help it. I press my thighs together, back arching and push my ass back at him before Law tells me I can move.
“Princess.” His voice is like steel against flint and I know I’ve earned more than the ten Law promised me earlier.
“Daddy, I- ” my words catch and hitch, never make it past my throat, because Law’s hand is there. He hits my ass and I cry out.Smack!Smack!Smack! The force of each blow on my ass increases until tears prick my eyes and my fingers are scrabbling at the marble below me. There’s nowhere to go, not the way that Law has me held in place. He keeps me close to him, body arched, hand rearing back to spank the hell out of me before he switches his grip and repeats it on my other ass cheek.
“Daddy!” I can’t breathe, not without a choked sob escaping me. When the next spank comes, I don’t lean away from Law. I scoot back. I offer my ass up to him even as I sob. The tears feel good. Like the ball of anxiety in front of me is finally released. The run amped me up. It had my body in a fight or flight mode, adrenaline and lust mixing into a dizzying cocktail that had me able to look past the fact that I’d just been forced to marry Law.
Law’s hand slaps my ass in quick succession. The sound of his hand hitting my flesh is deafening in the hallway.Smack. I wince and bite my lip, trying to steady my breath. Because as much as I want him to stop, I’ll be angrier if he does. I need him to give me exactly this. The measured flair of pain that only his hand can bring me.
I need it and he knows it. I want to be punished for the mess I’ve gotten us into. I didn’t think earlier. I was impulsive. And now we’re both forced to play a role in Zeus’ fucked up grand master plan. I want the discipline that Law is giving me, so I bear it the best I can with the floor making my knees ache and my palms freezing against the marble, because even with all that, my ass is on fire.
This isn’t purely punishment. Not really. It’s ecstasy. It’s the kind that I hadn’t thought I’d touch again when Law and I were over. I lean into the way he’s holding me, let him take my weight and turn my brain off. I fade into the next second, finding peace in what Law is giving me. In the way he’s controlling my body. Doling out pleasure and pain in the drag of his fingertip on the back of my thigh before he lands another strike to my skin. My chest goes tight and I feel dizzy when he flattens his hand against my ass, palm cupping my cheek and slides his hand lower. His fingers tease me as he inches his big hand further south. I’m forced to part my legs for him when he slides lower and dips a finger into my aching cunt.
We both groan in unison when he slides that finger inside of me. I arch my hips and take him deeper. Law doesn’t stop pressing into me until I feel his knuckles hit my swollen lips. My pussy spasms and I clench down on the digit inside of me. He slides out and then back in, the stretch of his thick finger inside of me is good, but it’s not what I want. I need his cock inside of me. My thighs shake and move back to meet his next thrust into me.
His lips press to my shoulder and then my neck. I feel his warm breath ghost over my skin before he’s whispering to me. “Fuck, princess. I missed you.”
He comes closer to me, his chest right up against my back and I feel his thighs bracket mine. The hard muscle of them forcing my softer flesh to give when he rolls his hips against my ass. The stiff material of his dress pants makes me cry out. It's a soft material, I know that. It’s bespoke and perfectly tailored to Law’s body, but against the red and singing nerves of my ass, it feels like sandpaper.
“Oh, sweet girl. You make such pretty sounds for me,” he whispers against my ear as another finger joins the one already deep inside of me and he starts to fuck me with them. I moan and press my hands flat to the cold stone of the floor. He moves faster now, his hand forcing me to widen my legs, but there’s nowhere to go, not with his thighs caging me in. Not that it matters, not with the way Law is holding me. I couldn’t move an inch if I wanted to. Not that I do. There is no other place in the world that I’d rather be than on my hands and knees with Law’s fingers inside of me.
“Fuck me,” I gasp, rocking back to meet Law’s thrusts.
“I didn’t tell you that you could move, now did I?”
