Page 61 of The Tangle of Awful

She shakes her head, frowning. “No, I, uh…” Her eyes begin to water again and her bottom lip wobbles. “I did something bad.”

“Tell me,” I demand.

Her eyes squeeze shut and a single tear races down her temple. “I blew your dad.”

I laugh because she has to be joking. She’s fucking joking. Right? The silence after that statement isn’t filled with a teasing giggle. Just humiliated quiet.

“Seriously?” I bark out, glowering down at her. “You had my dad’s dick down your throat? When?”

She swallows hard and peeks at me from behind wet lashes. “Last night.”

“Before or—”

After. It was after I had my fingers inside her. Unbelievable.

I start to pull away, but she grabs my shirt. “Don’t go, Spencer. Please. Something’s wrong with me. I don’t want to be this way. All I do is hurt people.”

I’m not hurt, I’m pissed.

“What the hell do you expect me to do with that information? Huh? Give you a high fucking five?”

“No, I—”

“Is that what you want? To fuck your stepdaddy?”

What about me?

“No, I mean, I don’t know. Spencer,” she says with a choked sob. “I want…I think you should punish me.”

I lift a brow at her. “You think I can spank the sluttiness right out of you?”

I’m pissed and yet my cock is leaking with pre-cum. The desire to whip her for fucking around with my dad is overwhelming.

“Make it hurt,” she breathes, voice soft and filled with need. “I deserve it.”

I’m hit with the vision of her bent over, ass up, and waiting for me to strike. Before she can change her mind, I give her a clipped nod and then slide off the bed. She yelps when I roughly flip her onto her stomach and drag her to the edge of the bed. Her body shudders as I palm her ass over her shorts.

I bet she’s fucking drenched between her thighs, needy for a little pain.

Hooking my fingers into her shorts, I pull them down but leave her thong on. If I took those off too, I’d be doing a lot more than spanking. My dick would find its way inside her and I’m not ready for that. Everything in my head is zinging all over the place. Fucking her could get ugly quickly, especially if my anger takes over.

“I’m going to use my belt,” I threaten, giving her ass a quick smack. “You’ll cry.”

“Do it.”

Her moaned taunt flips a switch inside me. I can’t get my belt off fast enough, eager to hear the leather strike against her skin. I fold the belt in half and then rub it down the crack of her ass. Without warning, I raise my arm back and then swing it down.

Crack!

Her surprised shriek makes my dick twitch. The red welt that begins forming on her ass cheek is fucking beautiful.

Swing. Strike. Crack.

Swing. Strike. Crack.

Over and over and over again, I swat her pretty ass, fixated on the crimson stripes painting her flesh. The sounds coming from her are a mix of moans and pained sobs. Her fingers dig into the bedspread, pulling the material into her fists and squeezing.

Time becomes a blur. I’m so damn turned on punishing her like this. Her body is responsive and she doesn’t try to run away despite her manic squirming.

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