Page 24 of Villainous Soul

My fists curled into balls. “You’re a fucking asshole and completely delusional.”

“Very well, now you get both.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the bed. Sitting down on the edge, he pushed me over his knee and held me down with his arm across my back. I kicked and fought but to no avail. In the end, he was too strong for me. He grabbed the waistband of my leggings and yanked them down to my knees. Then his hand came down with a searing smack on my bottom, and I screamed. “Asshole.”

“I expected better from you, Evie,” he said, continuing his onslaught until my bottom burned with a fiery heat. “And I’ve told you before, upper-class girls don’t use foul language.”

I refrained from answering him back. My mind seemed to have stopped working, and the sensations and feelings in my body were heightened to a new level. Pain mixed with something deep and carnal surged through me, and I felt my sex begin to throb. Tears ran down my face at my confusion of these different emotions. “Please,” I begged. “I’ll do as you ask.”

He stopped and sat me on his lap. “Good girl. Now take your clothes off and lie down on the bed.”

“Keir, please.” I stared at him in disbelief,

“Evie, take your clothes off.”

The sting in my cheeks was still raw. “I can’t touch myself in front of you.”

He smiled wickedly. “You seemed to be doing a good job earlier.”

“It’s humiliating, and I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Why would you say that? You looked beautiful,” he said, pulling the sweater I wore over my head and unclasping my bra. I slipped out of my shoes, and he finished taking off my pants. “Now lie down, lass.”

I took my time lying down, hoping it would give me time to slow the pounding of my heart and the building desire in my sex.

“Open your legs for me,” Keir said, his eyes never leaving my body.

I felt my sex flood with moisture and slowly let my legs fall open.

“Now touch yourself,” he instructed.

I reached down and felt myself, letting my fingers brush over my entrance, surprised at how wet I was.

“You really don’t know what you’re doing,” Keir said, a bit amused.

“No.” I hoped he would let me stop.

“Sit up a bit.” He sat down behind me and had me lean back against him, then he took my hand in his and brought it between my legs. “Put two of your fingers on your clit.”

I did as he asked, and he began to guide them in circles. The feeling intensified immediately. “There you go,” he said. “God, you’re so wet.”

A soft moan escaped me as I increased the speed of my fingers. The seared skin on my bottom only added to my building orgasm.

“That’s it. You look so bloody gorgeous. Like a fallen angel. Stroke yourself harder.”

His words sparked my desire, and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. I accelerated my motions, feeling myself begin to tip. All my inhibitions left, and I was no longer concerned about anything but the feeling growing in my sex. I moaned again.

“That’s it, lass. Let yourself go.”

That’s all it took for me to break into a thousand pieces. Keir put his arms around me. “Naughty girl. That will be the last time this weekend that you pleasure yourself. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said.

“And I’ll remember that a spanking seems to be a pleasure for you.” He stood up and went into the bathroom, turning the water on for the tub. “Come here.”

I got up, my legs still weak and shaking, and followed him in.

He pulled me toward him, putting his arms around me. “Don’t disobey me again this weekend.”

“Keir,” I started to say.

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