Page 33 of His to Possess

She was off limits.

I licked down the length of her neck then took her by the hand once again, pulling her toward the sink and pushing her over the edge.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a breathy voice.

“You know exactly what I’m doing. I’m giving you a spanking. I was very clear about the rules.”

While she laughed, her eyes full of venom, her breath skipped. “You won’t get away with this.”

“With what exactly? Giving you what you need?” I kicked her legs apart and lifted her dress, exposing her rounded bottom that still held a hint of the earlier spanking I’d given her. The way the G-string floated in the crack of her ass was a powerful draw. I took gulping breaths, resisting yanking her panties entirely off. I fisted and yanked her hair once again, peering over her shoulder before beginning.

“You really are a bastard,” she hissed between clenched teeth.

“I’m many things, Kathleen, and all of them powerful by nature. You’ll soon learn that.”

She slapped her hands against the glass in an exaggerated fashion, giving me a vile look before smiling in such a pretty little plastic manner.

The moment I smacked my hand across her bottom, she bit back a yelp, her body rocking forward. When I repeated the move, she managed to smile even more brightly. By the third, fourth, and fifth strike, she was breathing heavily.

I kept my rhythm even, moving from one side to the other. The buildup of heat as well as the way her rounded cheeks fit perfectly in my hand was breathtaking, more appealing than almost anything.

Almost.

Even with the lovely crimson thong she was wearing, I caught a glimpse of her swollen pussy lips pushing against the lacey material. All I could think about was sucking on her tender tissue, licking up every drop of her delicious cream.

Perhaps I would after I was finished providing a necessary reminder.

The cracking sound of my wrist matched her guttural moan as I picked up the intensity. I wanted her to feel the round of punishment for days, to know that this kind of behavior wasn’t going to be tolerated. I also wanted her wet constantly, ready for me. I was indeed the bastard she claimed but she had no way of knowing what a true monster I was beneath the savvy clothing.

She would soon learn.

I heard the sound of the doorknob, someone attempting to get inside, to interrupt our sinful moment. I almost let them in, allowing them to see the carnal intensity being played out. Instead I willed them away, keeping my attention focused on finishing the discipline. “Ten more.”

“Ten?” she repeated, her mouth twisting in frustration. “One day I will repay you and my way.”

I didn’t bother to answer her threat, merely jerking her hips further away from the counter, forcing her to bend all the way over. I shoved my hand under her dress, pushing against the small of her back. Even her skin was on fire, searing the tips of my fingers.

Moaning, she slowly dropped her head, taking several deep breaths. “Aren’t you going to pull out your belt?” she goaded, her shoulders heaving.

“Be careful what you ask for, Kathleen.” I smacked several fingers against her pussy four times in rapid succession, startling her to the point she whimpered loudly.

“Oh, God.” She crouched even lower until her cheek almost rested on the dirty glass. And in yet another brazen act, she opened her legs even wider.

Asking for more.

Begging for more.

But in her way, as if she truly was in control.

I issued four more slaps to her pussy, marveling in the way my fingers were slickened by her juice before moving back to her spanking. I wasn’t going to be able to keep my patience much longer. The last ten smacks were harder than the ones before and the second I was finished, I slipped my aching fingers down the crack of her ass, wrapping them around the slender string.

She pushed up from the counter, a wild look in her eyes. “Go ahead. Rip them off. I dare you.”

The snarl slipping from my mouth curled my lip as I wound my finger around the string three times. There was no fanfare, no advance warning. I merely twisted my wrist, the hard snap echoing, her panties floating freely into the air.

She took that moment to slam her hands against the glass, using all her might to push backwards. I was unable to keep her in position, the two seconds allowing her time to shift in order to face me.

I cupped both sides of her face, yanking her once again toward me and as I towered over her, she bared her very soul for me. There was no fear in her eyes, only a lust-filled look, the same thirst that would never be quenched. I captured her mouth, digging my fingers into her lovely skin as I dominated her tongue.

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