Page 33 of Lies like Rubies, Part One

She twisted her lips and shook her head in refusal. “I’m full.”

“You’ll need your energy for the rest of the night.”

Sofia sat on her haunches, kneeling in the middle of my living room, her breasts lifting in time with the rise and fall of her chest, her nipples hard and peaked. Did this turn her on?

“I’m full,” she repeated.

I cocked my head, debating how to handle her insubordination as a tendril of possessiveness shot through me. The only person allowed to abuse my toys was me—no one else, including her. “Three more bites and then a punishment for your refusal.”

Sofia leaned down to the plate again, shuddering, her entire body flushed with emotion. Three delicate bites later, she’d finished and once again knelt before me. I handed her a glass of water, and she downed the whole thing.

“Thank you,” she whispered. I saw through her feigned meekness to the steel she hid. Sofia was far from broken.

“Thank you, sir,” I corrected her.

“Thank you, sir,” she said through clenched teeth.

I handed her a napkin. “Wipe off your face.” She did her best to clean up the saucy mess, scrubbing until her skin shined an irritated red.

I returned to the couch, where I sat with my legs splayed. “Come get your punishment.” Despite her icy composure and the tight control she held on her emotions, Sofia was a spoiled princess, a product of the Americans’ weak and patriarchal views of their daughters. It wouldn’t take much to bring her to tears.

She rose to her feet gracefully. I raised an eyebrow. “Did I say you could stand?”

Sofia’s eyes widened, and she returned to her knees before crawling to me. I laid her over my lap and held back the groan threatening to escape when her soft belly brushed against my hard cock. I adjusted her to my satisfaction, round ass over my thighs, body laid out on the couch trembling and quivering, her wet pussy calling out for my touch. I raised my arm.

“Sluts who don’t do what they’re told get punished,” I told her. “What did you do to earn this punishment?”

She lay there silently.

I slapped her ass hard enough to sting and admired the resulting jiggle. Fucking gorgeous. Her skin turned pink as I waited for her answer.

“What did you do to earn this punishment, slut?”

When she continued to sit silently, I tapped her bottom with one finger as I thought.

“I’m not paying a fortune to put 24/7 guards on your daughter for you to refuse to answer my questions, you dumb bitch.”

Her shuddering gasp went straight to my cock. “I didn’t eat all the food you gave me, sir,” she whispered, her voice tremulous. Perhaps I was making headway.

“And then you refused when I ordered you to eat the rest,” I added. “Sluts who don’t do what their masters tell them to get punished, isn’t that right?”

“If you say so, sir.”

Smartass.I stroked her bare bottom, then gently nudged her thighs apart. She resisted. I smacked my hand on the fleshy part where her leg met her buttock, and she let her legs fall open. Oh, for the love of all that was holy, she was wet. Did humiliation turn on my sweet Sofia?

I couldn’t resist running a finger through her pussy. She whimpered, and I couldn’t tell if the sound indicated misery or pleasure at the exploratory caress.

No matter.

“I want you to count to fifteen as I spank you, slut.”

When she said nothing, I slapped the same tender spot as before. “Answer me when I speak to you,” I snapped.

“Okay, okay. Understood.” God, she sounded like a petulant child. Good. That meant I was getting under her skin, cutting through the facade she showed the rest of the world.

I slapped the spot again. “Understood,sir.”

“Understood, sir.”

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