Fuck.
I have to do this—I can’t—I can—I can’t—
I feel his finger under my chin, tilting it up so I’m looking only at him. His eyes are pure evil. His grimace is unyielding. His nostrils flare with malice.
But his touch—that single touch is a warm and firm directive.
He doesn’t speak.
He’s giving me a chance to back out, to change my mind. I’m in control of the decision. I’m in control if he lives tonight or dies.
And I already know my answer, even if it breaks me. I take a deep breath, pursing my lips as I slowly exhale.
Lennox gives me a tight nod.
He won’t break me.
This won’t break me.
“Turn around on all fours,” Lennox says deeply, his voice music to my heart, making my core pulse with desire.
I don’t care what he does to me.
I don’t care who sees.
I’m soaked with need at how he lets me decide—but when I do, I’m his completely.
I turn around on all fours, and I’m looking directly at Andrea.
At first, I want to spin around and tell Lennox how horrible of an idea this is, but then I feel Lennox’s hand on my ass—he rubs his palm in a slow circle over my leggings, promising to fulfill my dark desires.
“I’m going to spank you, and then I’m going to make you come, wife. I’m going to break you apart for everyone to see.”
And then, without warning, he lowers my leggings and spanks me hard.
I yelp as the sting spreads through me and flushes my entire body. I feel the vibration from my ass to my lips. If I wasn’t wet already, I am now.
“Tell me you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Louder.”
“I’m sorry!” I shout.
His hand comes down on my ass again, harder than the previous time, and I whimper.
“Tell me you’ll never leave again without my permission.”
“I’ll never leave again without your permission.”
Another slap.
My body jerks forward, and my whimper turns into a cry.
I look up at Andrea, who is smirking down at me.
“Tell me you’re mine.”