Grabbing my arm, he swiftly pulled me over his lap and hauled my dress up,
exposing my bare ass. I didn’t even fight him. Just gritted my teeth and dug my
fingernails into the rug below as my hair fell over my face and onto the floor.
“I was lenient with you yesterday, practically rewarding you for your disregard
for my rules. And now, when I’ve granted you more freedom against my better
judgment, you prove me right and defy me.”
“It was three minutes!” I shouted in my defense.
The first strike was quick, the pain of his palm spreading over my cheek and
causing me to gasp.
“I don’t care!” he roared down at me, and I immediately flinched, the sound of
his angry raised voice absolutely terrifying. “You know what is expected of you.
Deviate and I will be there to put you back in line. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Darren,” I murmured. My monster had returned.
Do not cry. Don’t you dare fucking cry.
“Count.”
His hand came down again, and the burn on my cheek matched the burn in my
throat from holding back my tears.
“One,” I mumbled, the cheeks on my face burning with just as much
humiliation as the ones raised over his lap.
His hand came down, over and over again, the humiliation searing into my ass
as he beat me back into submission. When he was done with his ten and my ass
thoroughly reddened, he yanked me back up to straddle him over the chair. My
hands laid limp at my sides while Darren glared up at my face. I knew it was red
from hanging nearly upside down bent over his knees and though my eyes were
wet, not a single tear had dropped.
“Now kiss me,” he ordered.
On instinct to obey his command, I licked my lips and bent down slightly to give
him what he wanted without a second thought. He’d trained me so well. The
moment our lips touched, his hands gripped my hips, holding me still as he took
what he wanted while I combatted with my own aggression. My hands shifted from
my sides to find themselves clutching his massive shoulders, deepening the kiss
and pulling him closer.
Instead of lingering on the spanking he just gave me, the one that left my
insides dripping with heat and my mind solid with degradation, I dove deep into the
memories of last night. His tenderness, affection, and the undivided attention he
gave to my body was enough to make me forget all the horrible things he’d done to
me … but only because I allowed myself to forget. Even though he could create such
pain and shower me with such cruelty, he was still capable of kindness, a world of
promised pleasure at his fingertips if I obeyed him. I wanted to see more of it. I’d
grown accustomed to his possessive primal glare, but I wanted to find the adoration
I saw in his eyes last night.
On a growl, he broke the kiss, lifted me up, and knocked everything off the table
with one sweep of his arm. Slamming me down where his empty plate had just
been, he replaced his absent meal with my body, shoving my dress up and ripping
my thong from my hips. Forcing my legs apart, Darren thrust his tongue into my
already slick pussy and devoured me like I was the goddamn main course. All fucks
aside, I moaned in ecstasy, relishing the soft wet strokes of his masterful tongue
over my clit. Fuck, I could barely breathe; it felt so good.
Gasping, moaning, my body shuddered with such pleasure, and I came before I
even knew I was ready. The orgasm ruptured through me like an atomic bomb,
electrifying every nerve in my body, blood rushing so fast my head spun. Before I
even had a chance to calm down from the high, Darren was already inside me, and I
jerked from the force of his initial thrust. I was still sore from the night before, but
I didn’t care. I felt alive. With each thrust of Darren’s cock, my burning ass rubbed
against the table, allowing the pain to give me a new type of sensation, and fuck if I
didn’t want more of it.
My hands curled around Darren’s biceps, attempting to hold myself still, but his
hands immediately pulled them away, pinning both my wrists at either side of my
head. He rammed into me with the force of a madman, over and over again, forcing
the second orgasm to flutter into something that couldn’t be anything less than
magic. Darren groaned in his own release, shooting hot jets of his cum inside me
while my core milked him for every drop. Battling for breath and with Darren
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