Page 50 of Captivated By Danger

I hesitated, afraid that he was about to smack my hand. He raised his right eyebrow and laughed.

“Babygirl, you think I got this to spank your hand, you’re sadly mistaken. I just wanted you to feel how light this thing was.”

My lips slipped into an ‘O’ shape, but nothing came out. I swallowed hard, nearly choking myself as my throat had gone dry. He turned sideways in the seat, resting his arms on his knees, slowly rotating the paddle in his hand. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.

“Ms. Greysen, you remember what I said to you last night?”

“You, umm….”

“Look at me,” he commanded.

His voice was deeper. Stern. My pussy heart and pussy thumped at the same time, making me shift in the seat. I looked at him.

“Answer my question. What did I say to you last night?”

“If you… if you had to correct…”

“…correct you again, it wouldn’t be with my hand,” he finished my sentence. “Turn over and put your knees in the seat.”

My cheeks started getting hot. “But you said that…”

I pressed my lips together when he moved forward, pressing his knee next to my thigh. He reached beside me and started letting the seat back. My nose was in his chest, and he smelled so damn good. Warm. Masculine. When he’d gotten me to his desired spot, he used his free hand to grip my waist and flip me over.

“Ms. Greysen, you’re going to learn to not question me when I fucking ask you to do something.”

He yanked the seatbelt out as far as it could go, wrapping it around me and clicking it in the hole. It was around my midsection tight as hell. Even if I wanted to jump out this truck, I couldn’t move if I wanted to. My eyes were planted on the carpet when he’d gotten on his knees next to me. He started to inch my skirt up slowly. My breath became hitched.

“I’ve learned that when you correct a problem when it first happens, it eliminates that problem of happening again.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Shit,” he sighed. “Your ass bruises so fucking good, Ms. Greysen,” he whispered.

It was almost as if he was getting off on my ass being purple. I jumped when he gripped my neck with his thumb and index finger. My body was so still that I could feel the pulse in his thumb resting on my neck.

“Sir…” I choked out.

“Ssshh,” he breathed. “I’m getting your heart rate. Don’t want you to pass out on me.”

He pressed the paddle against the bruise from last night, making me hiss from the coolness of it.

“For ten minutes, you let him touch all over you. And then you talked back to me. Are you out of your mind, Ms. Greysen?”

He swatted me.

“God!” I hissed, trying to move away from him, but he had me stuck good. The pain soared through my ass down to my thighs.

He’d held the paddle against the pain he’d just caused.

“At any time, you can use your safe word. Do you remember it?”

“Con…unghh!”he’d swatted me, cutting me off. “God!”

“Good. Don’t forget it.”

When he removed the paddle, I tensed trying to prepare for the blow.

“No ma’am. It hurts more when you tense.”

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