“What if someone comes by?” I just looked at her without saying a word, waiting for her to come to her damn senses on her own. She got to her feet and started to turn away back to the water.
“You take one more step…” She stopped and looked back over her shoulder at me.
“Get back here.” She came back to me but still wouldn’t do as I ordered.
“I said take me into your mouth Princess.” That stubborn streak that had been missing for the last few days reared its ugly head and my anger grew. I pulled her to me until we were eye to eye. “You do not deny me ever. If I want to fuck you on top of the Eiffel tower in the middle of the day then that’s my right.”
I fisted her hair in my hand and led her mouth down to my cock. “Open.” I had to tug harder to get her to obey but she finally did. A hard slap on her ass got her moving and two fingers in her pussy soon made her forget where she was. I enjoyed her mouth, but the mood had changed. She could not be allowed to disobey me in anyway, especially now. If I let her get away with even the slightest infraction, it could all go wrong.
I pulled my fingers from her pussy when I felt her tighten. She made a sound around my cock, no doubt begging to cum. When I came in her mouth minutes later it was cold and detached. The thought of what could happen to her if she disobeyed me in the wrong thing had taken over my mind.
I zipped up as she sat back and wiped the corner of her mouth. I pulled her dress back over her head wordlessly and chained our hands back together. “Can’t we stay a little longer? We’ve only just got here.” She actually tugged at her arm. I bit back the harsh words, knowing that my anger wasn’t solely because of her slight disobedience, but because of the old man’s return.
I didn’t speak to her all the way back though that didn’t keep her from complaining every step of the way. Unbeknownst to her she was just adding to her punishment with every word.
I dragged her into the house and up the stairs, grateful when we didn’t run into anyone. She didn’t catch on to how much trouble she was in until I walked to the spanking bench and stopped once we reached the room and I’d unhooked her hand from mine.
“Strip!” I turned to find her standing just where I’d left her. She started backing up right away, only adding fuel to the fire.
“If you run you will only make things worse for yourself. Come here.” She shook her head but stopped moving backwards. I folded my arms and watched her, waiting her ass out. Oh she was going to get it.
I would never really let my anger get the best of me in a situation like this. I’d never want to cross that line in my head and do her real harm; it would destroy me. But if she defied me one more time, I knew things could go very badly for her.
There was something else bothering me. If she went for the door I’d know that it had all been an act, and that she’d really learned nothing; that I’d failed. The thought was like a heavy burden on my heart.
She took first one step forward and then another and I breathed easy again. She dropped the dress but wasn’t too happy about doing it and made sure I knew it. Spoilt! I didn’t strap her down this time but sat on the bench and pulled her down across my lap.
I didn’t use my hand, but chose a paddle instead. My hands are for lesser mishaps, today she had outwardly defied me and I knew it was because she thought I’d grown soft. That my calling her my princess meant that she could get away with shit.
Either that or like every female on the planet she thought that because I took her that meant I was going to go easy now. Fat chance. The opposite was true. Now that I’d had her, I was going to be even more of the bastard she likes to call me under her breath.
I gagged her because I didn’t want to hear her cries or pleas and because she wasn’t worth my words right now. She jumped at the first hard slap to her ass and tried to roll off my lap. I brought my hand down hard again in the same spot and she bucked and thrashed until I had to hold her still with one hand while raining blows down on her ass with the other.