Fuck, was he seriously spanking me?
Smack after smack came down on my ass until he’dlanded a full-blown ten smacks, and I could feel my skin break outin welts and bruises. Tears had inadvertently fallen down my face, as I could no longer holdthem back; the pain Darren brought down on me was too much for myeyes to withhold the moisture. He then roughly gripped my hair andyanked my head back.
“Should I fuck you right here? Over the table likethis? God knows I’ve been dying to get inside you since the lasttime my dick took that sweet little pussy over the edge. Would youlike that, Jaden?”
I slammed my fists down onto the table to divert his attention to something otherthan his dick for a split second. I didn’t feel like getting fuckedby him ever.
“No,” I said harshly.
“Tell me you belong to me and maybe I’ll grant you alittle mercy,” he seethed.
I clenched my fists together, tightening the musclesin my arms as I fought against my urge to tell him to fuck off anddie, but it would only cause me further aggravation.
“Now,” he growled, gripping my hair eventighter.
“I belong to you,” I replied angrily.
“You’re goddamn right, you do,” he snarled andsmacked my ass hard again, gripping it roughly and causing the painto flare up even more. I cried out and tried to pull away, but withmy feet dangling and his grip on me, there was nowhere for me togo.
Darren then leaned down and drawled in my ear, “Next time, you’re to count eachstrike out loud. Otherwise, Imight forget what number I’m on and keep going. Understand?”
Next time? He was already betting on next time. LikeI was gonna let that shit happen.
Another smack cracked against my skin, and I gaspedfrom the sudden jolt of pain.
“Answer me,” he snarled.
“Yes,” I yelled through clenched teeth.
“Good girl.”
He then finally let me up and practically tossed meback in my chair, my ass immediately blazing with pain at thecontact. I tried to relieve the pressure on my skin as best as Icould by not letting my ass touch the chair, but it was difficultwith my limbs still linked together.
“Sit,” Darren scowled at me and sat back in his ownchair, watching me.
I gently planted myself down, my lips forming atight line as I fought against the sharp ache in my flesh. Darreneyed me for a while, his mouth turning into an evil smirk as Iglared right back at him, hating him, all the while fightingagainst the stupid whimpers that threatened to expose the seriouspain I was now suffering from thanks to his alpha male antics.
After a short minute, he finally checked his watch,took a sip of his coffee, and stood.
“I have to go,” he said, straightening his jacketand tie. “Pascal is making your breakfast. It should be doneshortly. As soon as I walk out that door, you will have fifteenminutes to finish eating, and then the perimeter range will shortento your room. I expect your plate to be completely empty,” hewarned, glaring at me.
I looked away from him. Like I had the stomach forfood right now.
“Jaden,” he said, taking my face in his hands andforcing me to look up at him from my chair. “While I am gone, it isparamount that you remember my rules. There will be no talking toanyone and you are to remain in your room until I return.”
“And my appointment?” I asked hoarsely, pissed offeven more at my new confinement.
“The ladies will be led to your room by Scott, myhead of security. They do not speak English, so don’t even bothertrying to communicate with them. I would hate for you to tip themoff and force me to commit to an extreme amount of damage control,”he glowered at me knowingly.
Damage control meaning one thing …
Darren then kissed myforehead and stared intently into my eyes, making mystomach shrivel. "Behave," he said, his voice low and smooth butstill another warning. And then he headed for the door.
“Wait!” I shouted at him,turning around in my chair, “You can’t leave me like this!” But heonly ignored me and walked right out the front door, taking hisnewspaper with him.
Bitch.
Chapter Nine
Company
Ten seconds after thefront door closed, my cuffs deactivated and my wrists and ankleswere finally free. I breathed a small sigh of relief as I listenedto the car pull out of the circle drive. I was finally away fromhim, even though it was just an illusion. I knew Darren could stillsee me and could probably hear me as well.
Just then, the scent of eggs filled the air and mymouth instantly began to salivate even as my stomach protested bigtime. Placing the plate containing a still too large veggie omeletdown before me, David returned to the kitchen without a word. Hedidn’t even look at me. He must have known better, unlike me.
Not wanting to withstandthe sting in my ass any longer, I swiftly stood and paced back andforth in front of the table looking down at the omelet I did notintend to touch. I knew very well that Darren would be pissed if Ididn't finish it, but the realization that his control over medidn't require his immediate presence bothered me more than itshould.
My appetite was officiallygone, having been taken over by the large knots twisting awayinside my stomach, not to mention the pain stillstinging my ass, but I knew I would need my strength for later. Isomehow managed to finish half the omelet, fumbling with Darren’sstupid large-ass fork while standing, and decided I had madea diligenteffort to eat it; that would have to be enoughfor now. I wasn't sure what to do with my plate, but Darren hadleft his coffee mug on the table, so I figured someone would takecare of it.
I headed to the foyer and stopped in themiddle of it to study my surroundings, but the rays of the sunshining through the window caught my attention. I looked out thewindow of
