I ignored her, lifted her shirt above her ass, and pulled her panties down, showing her shapely round ass. Goddamn, it had gotten plumper over the years. “How many spankings do you think you deserve?”
“If you touch me—”
“For every item you broke, plus how many times you got on my nerves. So, we will go with ten,” I said, holding my arm across her back, so she stayed where I wanted her to. My hand caressed her smooth skin, and I wanted nothing more than to throw her on the bed and fuck her.
“Jaxon if you—”
Smack.
“Jaxon!” she screamed and tried her best to get away from me, but my hold on her was too strong. “Don’t you dare—”
Smack.
Her pale white cheek started to turn red from my hand, and I growled, rubbing my hand over the hot flesh.
“I’m going to throw every single thin—”
Smack.
She cried out, and the fight was starting to leave her, and when I let my hand fly against her cheek again, she whimpered.
I salivated when I saw my handprint appear, what a delight. She looked so beautiful with my mark on her.
Smack.
“Jaxon,” she moaned my name in pain and pleasure. She loved my hand slapping her ass, and she hated that she needed it.
She hated that she needed me.
Smack.
“No, no more. No more!” she begged, wiggling against me, and her stomach massaged my cock. Precome leaked from my slit onto my leg, dying to get inside her juicy cunt. I glanced between her legs and saw how wet she was. Her inner thighs were soaked, glistening with desire.
I doubled-up on my next two hits, not giving her time to recuperate, and wanting her to feel the sting. Her gorgeous flesh was a cherry red now, and Quinn sniffled. I couldn’t tell if she was crying, but I knew the wetness between her thighs weren’t tears. I refused to listen to her mind; I listened to her body instead.
My hand burned when I let my palm fly another two times. “You’re doing so good, Quinn.”
“Fuck you!” she cursed, and she turned her head to look at me, fire, and ice in those golden eyes that she had.
Smack.
She squeezed her eyes shut, and her body finally relaxed. “No more. Don’t,” she begged, her voice soft and sweet.
I wasn’t sweet.
Smack.
“Oh, god!” she moaned into the mattress, and my brows shot to my hairline when I realized she was having an orgasm. Her entire body spasmed, and her thighs quivered. I spread her legs apart to see her
cream dripping from her slit.
Right when I went to scoop her nectar up with my fingers, she rolled away and pulled her panties up. She had tears dripping down her face, and she raised her hand to hit me, but I caught her wrist before her palm could make contact.
“Unless you want the other cheek red, I suggest you lower your hand.”
“I hate you. I never want you to touch me again,” she said.
I stood, keeping my eyes on her the entire time I straightened to my full height until I looked down at her. “We know that both of those things are lies, Quinn. Your orgasm speaks all the truth I need.”