Page 6 of The Savage

She says it so low I almost think I’ve heard wrong and then she hisses, “You are treating me like a dog. Do you really believe I have a fucking parachute hidden inside this school uniform? Do you envision I’m packing a machine gun to kill you all stone dead before I take over the controls of this aircraft and fly myself back to Rose Hall frigging academy for young ladies?”

For some reason, it makes me smile which only serves to increase her anger as she takes another swipe and as I catch her wrist, she gasps when I jerk her body to mine and pull her hands behind her back.

I whisper angrily, “You just earned that spanking.”

“You wouldn’t.”

The fact her voice has risen an octave and I feel her tremble against me, causes a chain reaction I never saw coming and in one swift move, I pull her across my knee and pulling up her skirt, deliver five resounding blows to her ass in rapid succession.

Her gasp of pain doesn’t deter me and when her ass is red enough to remind her how serious this is, I pull down her skirt and growl, “Now play nice and I’ll be the perfect gentleman. Take another shot at me and it will be worse next time. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” The word is edged out through gritted teeth and as the stewardess heads our way with a tray of sweet-smelling waffles, I keep one arm on Charlotte and nod to the stewardess to set the tray down on the table at the side.

She looks at Charlotte with curiosity while pouring two coffees before leaving with a soft, “Call me if you need anything else.”

The fact she fucks most of my men is enough to strike her off my list and I nod with a dismissive, “Thanks. I will.”

As she heads through the curtain, Charlotte tries to pull away from me and I growl, “Not fucking likely. You act like a child; I’ll treat you like one. Now open your mouth.”

“Why?” She sounds fearful as I spear a piece of waffle onto the fork and hold it against her lips. “So you can eat, of course. You must be starving.”

Against her better judgment, she can’t resist temptation and as she takes the food from the fork, she stares into my eyes the entire time with a bravery that impresses me all over again.

I stare at her ruby red lips as she chews the food, and the light dancing in her eyes tells me she’s relishing every minute of it.

I’m enjoying this way too much for comfort and with a heavy sigh, I push her from my lap, so she falls to a heap on the ground.

“What was that for?”

She winces as she experiences the mark of my hand on her ass, and I grin.

“What’s the matter, angel, missing me already?”

She glowers, which only makes me laugh and I shrug. “I thought you’d be happy. What’s the matter? Are you getting attached?”

“In your dreams, asshole.” She mimics my accent and as I frown, she scoots away quickly and makes to stand, unknowingly flashing me the perfect view of her rather large panties.

It makes me laugh again and she snarls, “What’s so funny?”

“Your underwear.”

Her face flames as red as her ass, which only makes me laugh more, and she glares at me furiously.

“You have no business looking at or touching my underwear. Anyway, the uniform is also extended to our knickers, if you must know. I had no choice.”

“Knickers?” I shake my head and she huffs. “What do you call them then?”

“Panties.”

She shrugs. “Call them what you like. Mine are of no concern to you.”

She sits in the seat as far away from me as possible, yet I don’t miss the yearning in her eyes when she stares at the breakfast tray. Grabbing a pastry, I savor the mouthful I tear with my teeth, and she mutters, “Savage.”

This alone makes me laugh out loud and says shortly, “What’s so funny?”

“The fact you called me by name.”

“Savage? Your parents must have really hated you.”

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