Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
His features darken, not disappointing me one bit.
“Hmmm,” he grinds out, playfully swatting my ass. “I’ll have to punish you for that.”
Leave her alone, Ronan.
You wore the poor little girl out last night.
A grin tugs at my lips as I run my finger along her arm as she sleeps. Her plump lips are parted and her dark lashes fan across her apple cheeks. I need to get up and shower to go into the office, but I can’t fucking take my eyes off her.
Bruises made from my mouth color her creamy neck, filling me with male, possessive pride. She’ll have a helluva time covering that shit up. Everyone will know she’s been claimed.
Her eyes flutter open and when she sees me, she smiles. “Morning.” The sexy rasp of her voice makes my dick really fucking hard.
“Morning, sweetheart.”
She tentatively strokes her fingers down my hard abs toward my dick that’s been eager all morning, but I stop her with my words.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warn.
Her hand stills and she cocks a brow. “I was planning on finishing.”
“I fucked you raw last night, Sof. Trust me, you need to let your pretty little pussy rest.”
“Maybe I like it raw,” she sasses.
“You don’t know what you like.” I challenge her with a lifted brow. “Trust me to look after you.”
Her blue eyes flare. “I can look after myself.”
“Keep it up…”
She presses her lips together. “Keep it up…or what?”
I know she likes being a good little girl, but sometimes good girls like to be bad.
“Or I’ll take my belt to your ass,” I say in a deep, throaty growl. “Redden it up and make you cry. Teach you what happens when you sass me about your well-being. I’ve been around long enough to know what a girl like you needs and when she needs it.”
“Maybe I’m different,” she argues, continuing to run that beautiful mouth of hers.
“Fuck yes, you’re different, but the rules still apply.”
Ignoring me, she sits up and slides her leg over my lap to straddle me. “See? I’m fine.”
Reaching between us, I push a finger into her. The stubborn girl winces but refuses to acknowledge the fact she’s been overly fucked and needs a damn rest. I pull my finger out and show her.
“See how dry this finger is?”
“I don’t care,” she says, pouting. “I can handle a little pain.”
Gripping her hips, I toss her aside and climb out of the bed. Her blue eyes flash with panic, as though she’s actually pissed me off. No, her defying me turns me the fuck on.
“A little pain, hmmm?” I taunt as I walk over to my discarded slacks. Bending over, I pull my belt from the hoops. “Good, because you’ve earned this pain fair and square.”
I sit on the edge of the bed and fold the belt in half. With a playful swat, I hit her thigh over the covers. “Lie across my lap, little badass.”
“You’re really going to whip me?” she asks, her voice slightly trembling with horror and shock.
“I really am, Sof. You asked for it. Practically begged for it. It’s okay to be a bad girl sometimes too. My dick certainly seems to think so.”
She slowly crawls toward me. “Will I cry?”
My grin is wolfish. “You might.”
“Then what?”
“Then I’ll make it all better.”
She tentatively slides her body across my thighs. Tiny little thing weighs nothing. Her tits hang down and her round ass is ripe for the taking. My dick is sandwiched between her ribs and my stomach. Each time she wriggles against it, I suppress a groan.
“Stay still,” I command, swatting her ass softly.
Her body freezes.
“You really are a good girl,” I murmur. “How many swats do you think you deserve since it’s your first time for misbehaving?”
She wiggles again. “I don’t know. One?”
A laugh rumbles from me. “One? You know better than that, sweetheart. How about one swat for every time I fucked your sore little pussy last night.”
“Four,” she breathes.
“Four,” I agree. “I must warn you, I have a heavy hand.”
“What if I can’t take it?”
“You can because you’re strong,” I tell her fiercely. “But in the event you can’t, we can have a safe word. My ultimate goal is to take care of you. It’s why you’re getting punished in the first place. Because you wouldn’t let me take care of you.” I run the leather down between her thighs toward her knees and then back up again toward her ass crack. “Go on, let me know the safe word.”
“Ummm, stop?”
I chuckle. “You can do better than that.”
“Kinky bastard?”
“That’s two, but I like it.” I stroke my finger down her spine. “Ready?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
Rather than whipping her with the folded belt, I straighten it and fist the buckle. Then, I wrap the length around my fist to shorten it and clutch onto another section of the belt. It leaves a nice foot’s worth of length to use. Her right cheek will bear the brunt of this whipping because of our position. I’ll switch it up next time.