"Riggs!" I scream, my eyelids flying open.
He smacks me again, barking, "What is my name?"
"Sir!" I call out.
"Say it," he grits between his teeth, rubbing my cheek, then thrusting his finger in and out of me.
My hips automatically shift into him. I whimper and close my eyes again.
Another sharp sting bursts on my ass. I arch my back, but he's holding my neck down, keeping me against the counter.
He growls, "I didn't permit you to move any part of your body, did I?"
"No!" I cry out.
"No, who?"
"No, Sir!"
He swirls his finger on my clit, and I groan, attempting to keep still and taking more shaky breaths.
"Say it! Tell me I own you," he orders, shoving his thumb inside me and circling his finger faster.
I cave, shouting, "You own me!"
"And why do I own you?" he pushes, drilling his blue flames into me.
"I-I don't know!"
"Bullshit! Tell me, pet!"
Tears well in my eyes. "Riggs, I-I don't know!"
"Who?" he snarls.
"Sir!"
"You want to submit. To me! Admit it!" he demands, manipulating me to the point I'm about to come.
My vision turns blurry, adrenaline pools in my cells, ready to explode, and he removes his hand. He leans closer, kisses my cheek, and murmurs, "I want to hear you say it, pet. You want this because it's with me. So say it!"
It hits me like a lightning bolt, and I can't deny his statement. It's the only reason I'm here. I admit, "I want to submit to you."
His mouth pulls into an arrogant grin. His ragged breath merges with mine. His thumb slides over my forbidden zone, and I clench. He orders, "Relax."
"Riggs," I whisper, suddenly scared.
His voice turns softer. "Relax, Blakely." He pushes his pointer finger inside my pussy, swirls it against my throbbing walls, and kisses under my earlobe.
I close my eyes.
"Look at me, pet," he quietly demands.
I open my eyes, and he tilts his head, intensely watching me. He praises, "Good girl," then slides his thumb past the tight ring of muscle.
I gasp, blinking hard, arching but unable to lift off the counter due to his continued grip on my neck and torso over me.
"Shhh," he coos, then slides his thumb in farther. "Breathe, sweetheart." He demonstrates how he wants me to breathe.