“When didn’t I listen to your instructions?”
“I told you to stay hidden in the diner. I told you to walk away from me in the woods. You need to learn that obeying me will help keep you alive. Get your pee over with and then get over here. You’ve got one minute before I come to get you myself.”
She scurries over to the toilet and sits primly on it like a librarian, hands on her knees. I’ve never wanted to fuck her more. My cock springs into life, throbbing with the need to be inside her.
Not yet.
First, I’m going to make her see what happens when she gets on the wrong side of me. It’s time to tan her hide bright red.
21
CHLOE
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It’s surreal that I’m peeing in front of him. Okay, he’s behind frosted glass, running shampoo through his hair like I’m not there but it’s still the strangest thing to do it like this.
I suppose this is what it’s like being in a couple. Is that the point he’s trying to make to me? That I do not need to be shy in front of him? Is he trying to hint that he’s changed his mind about the twenty-four hour thing?
If we were a couple, would I ever get used to the sight I get when I glance to my left? The blurred form of his body is all too visible through the shower screen. I can see everything yet not enough. His cock is hard but he’s ignoring it. Why can’t I do the same? I get tingles spreading through me as memories of last night come back to me.
When I’m done on the toilet, I flush, make sure my towel is wrapped around me, and then head for the sink to wash my hands.
“I told you to get over here when you were done,” he says as I run the soap over my fingers.
“I’m getting clean and then I’m getting dressed.”
He leans out of the shower, looking at me with a face like thunder. “Get over here now. I will not tell you again.”
I walk over, my heart thumping in my chest. I know I’ve got the safe word I can use but with him looking like that, would he even listen?
When I reach him, he takes hold of me, lifting me into the shower. He sets me on my feet, pushing my back so I bend at the hips, my ass pointing back at him as the shower water hits me, spraying off onto the screen and the wall.
“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to stand back up.
He holds me in place with one hand, the other whipping down and slapping onto my ass a moment later. The sting makes me gasp, a sensation so sharp all sleepiness leaves me in an instant.
“Teaching you what happens when you lie to me,” he says, spanking me a second time. When his hand lands the third blow, it lingers there, stroking my buttocks gently.
“Tell me the truth,” he says, letting his hand slide slowly down between my thighs. “You knew I was in here, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t. I was sleepy. I needed to pee, that’s all.”
“This doesn’t stop until you admit the truth.” He spanks me again, his fingers this time moving between my buttocks, stretching me wide apart. “Such a pretty little ass,” he says, moving the tip of his thumb around the hole back there. “Nothing’s ever been inside there, has it?”
“No,” I manage to say, still trying to catch my breath from the blows to my ass. “Nothing.”
“You want me in there, don’t you?”
“I want to go get dressed but you won’t let me.”
“You sure you want that?” He slides his fingers between my legs, feeling how wet I’ve become against my will. “Seems like your body wants to stay right here.” He lets out a chuckle, slipping a finger up inside my pussy, moving it deep into me.
I can’t help but moan. All too soon, he’s sliding back out, landing another spank. “Tell the truth. You knew I was in here, didn’t you?”
“Yes, all right, I knew. I wanted to see you. Is that such a crime?”
“Not at all. But it’s the lying about it that I don’t like.” He lands his hand again, making my legs weak. “Get on your knees.”