His mean words make my pussy throb. I can’t begin to understand why my body responds to this like it does.
“I’m going to stripe your white ass,” he rumbles. “If you want to quit, you tell me ‘I quit’ so I can stare at what a fucking disappointment you are.”
“I won’t quit, motherfucker.”
He chuckles, teasing my ass with the leather of his belt. “Liar.”
“I can handle whatever you give to me. You just . . .you just . . .”
“I know,” he bites out. “Kiss you and tell you you’re pretty. You’re so predictable, little girl. A needy, bratty child whose daddy doesn’t love her so she has to find a new daddy. One who spanks her disobedient ass and makes her behave.”
I shudder with anticipation. “You’re the one fucking a girl barely out of high school. You can’t shame me when you’re worse—”
Slap!
Fire tears across my butt cheeks, making me clench painfully around the plug in my ass. Instant tears burn my eyes. I’m barely able to clutch onto the covers before he slams the leather back down over my sore ass.
“Ahh!” I scream, the tears freely leaking now.
He hits me again, this time striking the backs of my thighs. I sob uncontrollably, my mind muddied by the pain.
“Say the words, little girl. Tell me to quit.”
I shake my head, defying him. Fire tears across my ass again. My entire body trembles as I cry hysterically. I choke on my breath, trying desperately to suck in air.
“Needy,”—slap!—"needy,”—slap!—“whore!”
I start to crawl away, unable to take anymore. He grabs my ankle, dragging me roughly back to the edge. I yank on the covers hoping to hold on but fail.
“I need the words,” he growls. “Say them and it ends.”
Shaking my head, I brace myself for more.
One. Two. Three. Four.
My ass hurts so much, I can’t breathe. I don’t understand why I’m so stubborn I can’t just say that I quit.
“You’re stubborn as fuck. Like a petulant child. You don’t want a lover, you want someone to spank you and boss you around. You want me to wipe your ass too, kinky bitch? You’d probably get off on that shit.” He tosses the belt on the ground. “Sit on that sore ass. I need to see your messy face.”
I quickly scramble to obey him, hiccupping through my tears. He grabs hold of my hair, jerking my head back so I can stare up at him.
“Does it hurt?” he growls.
I squeeze my eyes shut, sending tears leaking out as I croak out, “Yes.”
“Good.” He smacks my cheek. “Look at me.”
I’m blinking in shock that he smacked me. Not hard, just enough to get my attention. Lately, I’ve been reading up on erotic humiliation. Turns out, we’re not that weird. Apparently, getting whipped is a turn on for a lot of people.
Including me.
“You like that, you dirty fucking girl.” His dark blue eyes flash with appreciation and lust. “I give you work to do at my company, but you slack off watching porn.”
“I don’t—”
He smacks me again. “Remember, I have access to your computer. I get to see all the sites you go to, little girl.”
“I just wanted to learn.” I pout, loving the way his nostrils flare.
“You like getting smacked around, don’t you?”
I nod, swallowing down the shame. “As long as you hold up your end of the deal after.”
“You’re fucked up,” he growls. “You should see a fucking shrink.”
But he’s fucked up too.
His arousal is evident in the way his dick tries to burst from his slacks.
“Lie back,” he barks. “I can read your dirty mind. You want me to smack your pussy.”
My core clenches, and I nod. His lips curl up on one side, pleased by my agreement.
“You know what I require at the end,” I choke out. “Do whatever it takes to get us there.”
He tugs at the knot of his tie. “You’ve unleashed a monster, you dumb, dumb girl.”
21
Winston
She smiles.
The beautiful, messy girl smiles at my words.
This is how I know I’ll never come back from this. From her. It’s how I know I’m going to spend every dime of my fortune to keep her safe and mine.
Because she likes this.
So many women I’ve been with had promise of a relationship like ours, but they always got scared off when we barely scratched the surface.
Not Ash.
Ash lays her vulnerabilities at my feet, knowing I can stomp on them. She trusts me not to. Instead, I laugh at them and ridicule them. Maybe even kick them around. But, after, I help her pick them back up and put them where they go.
It works for us.
Deliciously so.
I’m growing too obsessed with her. I’ve begun to not care about shit with my company or the city I rule over. I only care about her and the wicked games we play.
I smack her pussy, loving how she cries out and shudders.