He really had to stop doing this to her.
“Oh for fudge’s sake, put me down. Put me down. I refuse to go into that house with you. Put me down or I’ll scream so loud your neighbors will hear.”
He didn’t put her down. He carried her to the front door of his house, then without even needing a key, the door seemed to light up, as if it were scanning his profile or something and magically opened.
He passed through the entrance hall and down a passage, his stride long and powerful and she could barely take in her surroundings. They went up an elevator. Of course, he had to have an elevator in his house. Ignoring her plight to be released, he walked down another passage before he entered a room.
Without releasing her, he sat down on a bed, flipped her over until she lay draped over his lap, then slapped her ass so hard, her words escaped her.
“What? I can’t believe you did that—”
The second strike was much harder than she thought possible given the severity of the first one.
“There are a few ground rules you need to learn,” he said, showering her bottom with lightning-fast smacks. The stinging burn seemed to blister her skin and her skirt, and her panties supplied no protection at all.
“And the only way to do so is to etch them into your ass.”
“What? Are you seriously mad?” she yelled but tears had started to drip down her face, placing her on the verge of sobbing and begging him to stop.
“You’re my wife now, so act like it. This is for thinking you could go out on the evening of the day we got married and have your friends set you up with some snot-nosed bastard so you could lose your virginity.”
Oh fuck.
She writhed over his lap with newfound determination, when his hand slid up her thigh, under the sparse length of her skirt then started to pull down her panties. Horror, like she had never experienced before inundated her. No man had ever touched her this way before but in a matter of maybe less than an hour, a total stranger had turned her world upside down and was now peeling her drenched panties down her thighs.
“No. Wait.”
She so desperately wanted to die from embarrassment as the heat and dampness from her panties brushed against her skin.
But her worry that he would see her soaked underwear was outrightly replaced by his large palm coming down her poor, innocent bare flesh.
She howled in more fury than pain this time, the insult to her pride feeding that very fury.
“My house, my rules. And this body of yours is now mine. So my body, my rules.”
“You… you don’t… own my body,” she managed to stutter but that only earned her another round of punishment.
“My body, my rules,” he said again and this time she sunk her teeth into her bottom lips as hard as she could.
“Are we clear?”
“Yes,” she gritted. “Now let me go.”
She had lost count of the number of times he had spanked it, but by the feel on her backside, it felt as if it were a hundred too many.
He let her up and she immediately jumped away from him, stumbling and embarrassing herself further but she was done with this man.
She was so angry, that thick streaks of red flashed before her eyes. No, she wasn’t angry. She was enraged. She yanked at her skirt and cursed the moment she decided to wear it. It had ridden well over her thighs now and it was clear that Silas had glanced at her smooth and waxed pussy before she had a moment to cover herself up again. She also wasn’t going to add to her mortification and ask him for her panties back. He had shamed her enough, but nothing could shame her more than her body’s reaction to him. Her thighs were already coated with the slick dripping from her folds, a reaction she hadn’t ever had before with anyone.
“I… Oh my god. You’re a psycho,” she cried, pointing at him just so he knew she was speaking about him. It didn’t matter to her he was the only other person in the room.
“How dare you treat me this way? What are you going to do, carry me around every time you want me to do something? Spank me in the most humiliating way imaginable when I don’t obey you? Is this seriously the only way you know how to communicate? Like a caveman? Stop moving me around like a piece of plastic on your personal game board and use words like a normal person.”
She took a moment to recuperate her breath. Her ass stung from here to the moon. Her pussy and her nipples ached so hard she wanted to cry. And the rest of her was ice-cold, all because he had stopped touching her.
Unfairly composed, he started to remove his jacket and tie and was now rolling up the sleeves of his pristine white shirt. She sucked in a painful breath. The very sight of him beguiled her and petrified her at the same time.
For a brief moment, she glanced at the room they were in. Breathtakingly massive, the bedroom was adorned with dark wood finishes against a backdrop of stark white drapery. Not a single fiber even in the carpet seemed to be out of place.