My quivering lips set in a line, I refuse to give him an answer.
Slap.
“I said. Do you understand?”
A full body shudder goes through me and my hands curl into fists in his hold, but I still don’t say a word.
“We can do this all night.” He grabs my arse with false tenderness, and I nearly moan at the sensation before he slaps the skin again.
A whimper rips out of me, and I hate how needy it sounds. I hate that no matter how sore my behind is, I can’t help wanting more.
His voice drops in range as he murmurs in my ear, “If you don’t say the words, I’m going to spank your little arse until everyone hears your cries. Is that what you want, wild one?”
“N-no!”
“Then say it.”
“Fine,” I hiss.
“Glad we agree on that.”
More like he coerced me into agreeing. Arsehole.
“Now, what did I say about staying away from Ethan?” He tightens his hold on my wrists. “When we go outside, you’ll tell him you won’t make it to the dinner.”
“No.” The word is barely audible, but it’s there. The most horrifying part is that I didn’t say it because I won’t allow Jonathan to dictate my life.
It’s more like a challenge. At this point, all I want is the lash of his hand and the way he elicits these weird sensations from deep inside me.
If provoking him is what it takes to bring out his true self, then so be it. I’ve become a pro at it in such a short time.
I have no idea why I’m so addicted to this side of Jonathan. Perhaps it’s because this is one of the rarest times he shows what’s actually inside him; I want to be the only one who gets to witness the great Jonathan King at his most raw, truest form.
“Aurora.” The warning in his voice is loud and clear.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
He spanks me again, and I get on my tiptoes from the force of it. My thighs are shaking from the amount of clenching my core has been doing since he walked in.
But that’s not all.
With every hit on my arse, it’s like he’s thrusting his fingers deep inside of me and owning me whole with no way out.
“Are you going to refuse Ethan’s invitation?”
“No.”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
I’m gasping for air by the time the multiple lashes are over.
My unsteady legs are splayed wide apart, my wrists are imprisoned behind my back, my arse burns, and my pussy pulses with the need for more.
I don’t know how much more. I seriously don’t know my limits anymore. Not that I’ve been an expert on those since the beginning. All I know is that being with Jonathan has stretched them pretty far, even for me.
“Let’s try this one more time.” He grips my arse threateningly, and although my underwear is still in place, I feel his touch all the way to my bones. “Are you or are you not going to refuse the invitation? This time, say the right words.”
“N-no.”