I stand quickly and rush over to him, rage burning deep within my heart. How dare he think he’s better than me, that he’s living under God’s thumb like some little choirboy!
“Right, and I wouldn’t just be another notch on your fucking belt with that shiny buckle?” I shove him in the chest so hard he stumbles back, but barely. His eyes widening with surprise before narrowing in on me with a wrath I feel to my core.
“You’re drunk, D. Go to bed.” His hand shoots out pointing behind me. The alpha shit is sexy to a point but this is crossing the line. Not even my dad talks to me like this!
“Excuse me?”
“Bed, now!” he demands, his voice echoing through the room.
I slap him across the face as hard as I can, but his head doesn’t even whip to the side when my palm makes contact. Staring me down, he takes a long steady breath that raises his whole chest and I know he’s about to do or say something I’m really not going to like.
“You know what your problem is, Delilah? You’re a spoiled fucking brat! And now that you aren’t getting what you want, you’re throwing a tantrum.”
My nostrils flare. I hate that he knows so much about me and I don’t know about him. I know he used to be a bull rider and he came to the club to lay low from some shit he got into. But from what? He’s so full of secrets he has no damn right to judge me.
“Right, and you’re Mr. Perfect that comes from a mysterious background that only you’re privy to knowing about, right? Sounds like you’re the last one to be judging someone!”
He sits on the edge of the bed with a force and before I can ask what he’s doing, my world is tipped upside down and I’m suddenly thrown over his lap like a disobedient child now looking at the floor of the room.
My hair hangs in my face, my feet almost touching the floor on the other side of his legs and my tits squished into his thighs.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Nearly screaming, I use my hands to try and hold myself up.
“Spanking you, something your daddy obviously didn’t do enough of!”
Glancing over my shoulder, I glare at him. He is not going to spank me! I swear to God I’ll kill him.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I seethe.
He raises his palm, and before I can use my feet to block my backside, his hand comes crashing down on my ass. Once, twice, three times!
Sweet burning pain blossoms across my backside and vibrates all the way to my core. Fuck, it hurts but after the initial sting, my pussy tingles with excitement. His hand rests on my left ass cheek, his fingers so close to touching me where I’m becoming wetter by the second. Jesus, what is happening?
“Did you just fucking moan?” His voice filled with disbelief.
My eyes pop open. I did what?
A tear runs down my cheek from the pain, but pleasure has my skin hypersensitive and I squirm on his lap.
“Don’t do that.” There’s strain in his voice when he says it and the little devil in me stirs awake wanting to play with Big Chief.
“What? Moan or this?” I wiggle on his lap, and a hard bulge presses into my side. My lips unveil an evil smile, and I slide off his lap until my sore ass is on the floor. Lightning flashing into the room again and I see his dominant face glaring down at me, I peer up at him under hooded eyes. The scene reminding me of a dominant and submissive I watched in a movie once.
“I think you like punishing me.”
“Of course you enjoyed it.”
I stifle my evil laugh and point to his sweats that are straining at the crotch, my teeth nibbling my bottom lip. “Hmm, I think you did too.”
He abruptly stands up, his hand covering his dick.
“Goddamn it, Delilah!” he roars, making me snicker.
Standing up, I lose my balance, the liquor taking its toll on me and making me feel loose and relaxed. Big Chief’s hands are on my hips within seconds, keeping me from falling and I’m now bent over the bed. My hands clawing at the sheets, I glance over my shoulder at him. His hot breath on my neck, and the warmth of his body near mine and it makes me want to make another move.
No. I’m not being rejected again. He made it clear there will be nothing between us. He’s a prospect of my father’s club and I’m nothing but a job to him. I guess the feelings are one-sided. Hanging my head, I crawl onto the plush sheets and drop onto my pillow. Wow, those little bottles really caught up to me. My breathing labored, my vision blurry, and the whippings on my ass still warm.