A rush of air expels from my lungs, all the relaxation from minutes ago officially gone. My stomach clenching in rebellion. I can’t believe he’s back to this BS. I gave into the food thing, can’t he give it a break for a while?
He smacks my other ass cheek. “Count,” he orders.
He spanks me again.
Then he massages the sting away. His thumbs have abandoned circling around my back passage, thank God, but his fingers now tease at my pussy amid the spanking. He lands another smack.
“One!” I finally shout, enraged. The single word echoes off the bathroom walls.
He spanks me yet again. “What else?” he immediately demands, sounding completely calm.
> My whole body clenches up. Damn him. Goddamn him.
“You know what I want. Start over and do it like Master requires.”
He smacks my already sore ass mercilessly. My body jerks with the blow and then his hand reaches between my spread legs. He teases my clit while inserting a long finger inside me.
My hands shake where I’m leaning over the edge of the tub.
Because I’m tired.
And angry.
Not because I’m turned on.
And certainly not because I’m thinking about giving into this bastard.
I’ve already given him too much today. I can’t let him have more of me.
But wait, no. I blink and swallow against the liquid fire he’s stoking low in my stomach. I can make all of this stop. Remember—you’re just letting him think you’re going along with this. What are a few little words? Nothing. Not in the long run.
I just have to do what I need to in order to get through today, and then tomorrow, and then this month and this year until I can get back to my real life.
I let out a huge blast of air right as another blow lands square in the middle of my ass cheek.
“One,” I say through gritted teeth. “Please, Sir, may I have another?”
My toes curl in furious disgust at myself even as the words trip over my tongue.
But even though I’m not looking at him, I swear I can feel the surge of masculine energy take over the man behind me. His hand comes down even more stridently and I can’t help the small yip that escapes my throat before managing, “Two,” and then, “Please, Sir, may I have another.”
If I thought he was teasing me before, it’s nothing to what he starts now. Two fingers slip inside, and they stretch and flex like God created them specifically to drive a woman crazy. Not to mention his other hand that he curves over the top of my hip to rub at my clitoris. He pulls away only long enough to deliver another occasional thwack on alternating ass cheeks.
And goddamn him, but it feels… amazing. Sublime.
The forty-five-minute bath beforehand, all that time he spent acclimating my body to his touch, it was like a sneak attack. He’s learned me somehow. He can read my body. It’s not fair.
The spanking continues.
It’s not fair… but oh God, I swear if he stops now, I will kill him, I don’t care how much bigger than me he is.
“Eight! Please, Sir,” I gasp for breath as he starts finger-fucking me even harder, “may I have another?” I lean back against his hands, back and forth, sloshing water all around. I don’t care, oh God, as long as he just. Never. Stops.
He yanks me backward so I can feel his rock-hard length against my ass.
My body clenches hard around the fingers he has inside me.
Yes. Yes. Fuck me.