He pulled her leggings down, then pushed up the shirt to expose her ass. It felt far more sinister than it had when Garrison had stripped her the day before.
“Now, you tell me how you’re doing—if it’s too much or not enough.”
“Aren’t you supposed to know that?”
“Again, honey, as I keep telling you, I’m not a mind reader.”
She shifted, then placed her forehead against the cushion and tried to relax.
Trent rubbed his hand over her ass, his warm palm waking up her senses. It reminded her of how he’d swatted her ass as she’d walked by earlier, but she had a feeling that wasn’tcloseto what was about to come.
Tanner hadn’t done this to her. He wasn’t a spanking sort of man, because his punishments had always been more painful. They hadn’t been planned. He hadn’t told her what was to come. They’d been explosions of anger and violence, which was entirely different from this.
“Am I supposed to count or something?” she asked, an uncomfortable fear inside her of doing something wrong.
“Nope. Just relax and enjoy.”
Enjoy?She snorted.
“You have been spending too much time with Connor, because you soundexactlylike him,” Trent said before his hand left.
The first strike of his palm against her was shocking. It wasn’tthathard, but left a sting behind, silencing anything she might have said.
She went to rise, an automatic reaction, but Trent shifted and set a hand on her back to keep her still before spanking her again.
He changed spots, switched from one cheek to the other, but his rhythm didn’t change. Worse, each time he struck, that burn increased, adding together, building.
And before Sunny knew it, the sensation morphed to something she hadn’t expected—pleasure.
Sure, it still hurt. She knew it each time his hand connected, she jerked at each hit, but instead of her body registering it as bad, her endorphins made her let out a throaty moan.
“Oh, I like that sound,” Trent said, stilling so he could rub across her sore ass.
“It is over?” she asked, her own disappointment at the idea a shock to her.
“Not even close. I want to see more of those pretty tears from your eyes—I want you a crying mess before I fuck you.”
Thatshould have terrified her, the fact that he so casually mentioned wanting to make her cry, but the terror didn’t come.
She wanted what he said, too.
So when Trent pulled his hand from her, she was ready. He went harder, as if the last had been a warmup. Each hit was rougher, but still careful, still seeming to strike exactly where he’d meant to. Her skin felt on fire, and her cunt was so wet, it made her thighs sticky.
She wanted to feel him inside her, she wanted him to take her, to help her with the lust he’d brought to life.
But she also didn’t want this to stop.
He let go of her back and caught her hair in his grip, pulling so her head raised, just like he had the last time he’d taken her, back at the club.
“We’ll use a ring gag some time, let me spank your sexy ass while Connor gags you with his cock. I don’t trust you not to bite, not when I turn you wild like this.”
She parted her lips as though Connor were there, and also because she couldn’t seem to draw enough breath. There was no shielding her face against the cushion, no pretending this was nothing.
It was like with each hit, Trent stole her ability to hide. He tore down every defense she’d built, shattered her illusions, making her feel that he actually sawherin a way no one else had.
She cried out, so close to release it was infuriating.
“You’re lucky you’re so sweet,” Trent said, voice rough. “Because I wouldloveto keep you on this edge. I want to rev you up but not let you come for hours, just toy with you until you’rebeggingto get off but not let you. Leave you a trembling mess, your pussy soaked and empty and so damned needy.”