Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
All the squirming and crying is wearing her out. She hiccups several times. Her nose is running against my dress pants. Tears are coating my leg, too. That’s okay. Every secretion from her body is like a drug to me, reminding me that she’s exactly perfect.
The longer she has her tantrum, the calmer and more certain I feel about Fate’s choice. I may have been dealt a challenge, but I can handle it.
Eventually her tantrum settles into whining and sniffles. “I don’t want you to spank me, Papi,” she argues again, but her voice is weaker this time.
“I know you’re scared, Baby girl, but I promise it will be okay.”
“I’m not scared,” she insists. “I’m a strong independent woman. You don’t scare me. You’re infuriating me.”
I smooth my hand over her bottom again. There’s no need to repeat everything I’ve already said. “Would you like Papi to nick your skin before we begin?”
She shakes her head so hard I fear I might have to plant my hand on her neck to get her to stop before she hurts herself. “No. Don’t do that again. I don’t like it.”
“It will happen again, Baby girl. Often. You’ll learn to crave it. It will be like an aphrodisiac that will increase the potency of your orgasms. But you already know that.”
She groans. I can hear the defeat in her voice. She’s slowly resigning herself to her new reality.
Chapter Seven
Ava
I’ve never been so angry in my life. My arms are getting sore from being held behind my back. My knees are tired from holding me up. My face is a mess of snot and tears. I keep wiping them on Ganrax’s thigh. I don’t even care if I ruin his stupid pants.
The worst part is that I’m so damn turned on I can’t think straight. No, that’s not the worst part. The worst part is that he knows it. His stupid hyper senses make it impossible to hide anything from him. He can feel my pulse, align his heart rate with mine, and smell my pussy.
Dammit.
I’m so mad, and I want to be done with this. It would have been over a long time ago if I weren’t so stubborn. But I keep digging deeper and deeper. It’s not rational because I’m certain he will not back down. He’s so damn dominant that he will outwait me for all of eternity if that’s what it takes. He doesn’t even care if I pee on him.
I didn’t have to pee when I brought it up, but I’m starting to feel the urge now. I’m physically worn out, exhausted, and thirsty. My only option is to let him spank me.
If I do, everything will change because I already know his smug self is right. I’m going to like it. I’ve never let anyone spank me before. Not ever. A few boyfriends have asked me if I wanted them to, and I always emphatically declined, insisting I’m far too dominant to turn my care over to another person like that.
Now, I’m wondering if I lied to myself. Maybe the reason I’ve never let anyone dominate me is because I was afraid I might like it, and that scares me to death. I don’t want to be submissive. I don’t want anyone to have power over me. But what if I am? What if it feels good?
Papi is so calm with me. He hasn’t raised his voice once, nor has he given any indication he has a breaking point. It would be easier to argue with him if he did.
How long have I been lying here naked over his lap? Seems like hours. Probably more like thirty minutes. I’ve cried so much that I’m out of steam. It’s time to give in and accept my punishment. All I have to do is once again ask for it.
I’m not fond of his method of forcing me to ask for things I don’t want. I can tell it’s a tactic he’s going to use often. It makes me feel so very submissive. And that’s the damn point.
The way he’s gently gripping my wrists and keeps rubbing my naked bottom has caused a continued stream of arousal to leak down my thighs. I’m sure it’s dripping onto the couch cushion.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly before giving in. “Please spank my naughty bottom, Papi.”
“That’s my good girl. Remember, ten swats without moving.”
“Yes, Sir.” I shiver as I use that word.
He lifts his hand and delivers the first slap to my skin. He’s not gentle. There’s no warmup like I’ve seen in clubs. I expected him to go easy on me since he knows this is my first spanking. I was wrong.
I was also wrong about another thing. Yes, it hurts. The burn is making my bottom throb. But it also feels so good, and it indeed does vibrate all the way to my pussy. Dammit.