Breaking Meredith (Disciples 4)

Head dropping forward, I pant to catch my breath. All my struggles have managed to do is wear me out.

I feel Simon shifting both of my wrists into one of his hands.

Shit. This can’t be happening.

I give one more hard jerk of my hands but his grip sticks.

Then I feel his hand coming down on my ass, cupping around the curve of it.

No. No, no, no.

“Simon…” I plead.

I arch my back and twist my neck around to look up at him. He’s staring down at my ass with an intense look on his face.

He begins to slowly slide my skirt up, almost like he’s unwrapping a present.

There’s so much panic inside of me now it’s trying to claw its way out of my chest.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I bit you.” And I am. Trust me, it’s the biggest regret I have right now. I shouldn’t have fucked with him; I should have probably just actually fucked him. Then I wouldn’t be in this mess.

“Please don’t. Please stop,” I beg.

Fuck, I can’t stand being helpless.

“You know… I think I believe you. I think you are truly sorry,” Simon says, his hand pausing.

Hope swells inside me.

Then he yanks my skirt all the way up.

“But it’s a little too late for that now.”

I shake my head, my hope deflating. He’s really going to do this. He’s really going to fucking spank me and humiliate me.

Simon’s hand comes down on my ass again, but this time I can feel the smooth, warm flesh of his palm against my skin.

I like the feeling more than I want to admit, and the pleasure his touch evokes wars with my anger over the situation.

Just like the kiss, the sensation of his skin rubbing against my skin is electric.

He gives me another squeeze and then he suddenly rips down my panties as he asks, “Tell me, Meredith, were you ever spanked as a child?”

“No!” I cry out, both alarmed and excited as my pussy is exposed.

He gives my ass one more hard squeeze and then says coolly, “I didn’t think so.”

I don’t know what’s worse, being exposed to him like this against my will, or the fact that the way he’s touching me is turning me on.

It’s making me want things… things I shouldn’t want. It’s awakening all these dark little cravings I carry around inside me. Cravings for a man who’s strong enough to push me to the bottom.

I know I called him a sick fuck, but I’m really the sick fuck.

His smooth palm glides across my ass from top to bottom as if he’s familiarizing himself with it and warming me up.

The way he explores me, taking his time, makes the dread of what’s to come so much worse.

It’s hard to ignore how prone I am. I’m completely and utterly at his mercy. Ass in the air, hands trapped behind me. Face towards the bed.

I can no longer feel his erection digging into my stomach in this new position, and I can’t decide if it’s a blessing or a curse.

His hard thigh digs into my ribs and my breasts are pressed against the bed. The constriction, fuck… the constriction. I don’t know what it is about it, but it’s got my blood pumping so hard my entire body is throbbing from it.

It’s too hard to keep my neck craned to look at him in this position so I focus my gaze instead on the blanket. Unfortunately, not being able to see his face, see anything, only makes me that much more aware of everything that’s happening to my body.

The warmth coiling in my belly.

My nipples tightening into two hard points.

The slickness growing between my thighs…

Being pressed so close to him also makes me more aware of every little movement, every little change in his body.

The subtle shifting of his hips as if he just can’t seem to get comfortable.

How his breath seems to hitch as his palm glides across the curve of my ass.

His hand leaves me suddenly and my muscles tighten with anticipation.

“Don’t, Simon, please,” I plead one more time, coming back to my senses and trying to stop him.

I don’t know what I’m afraid of more. The humiliation, the pain, or the fact that I might like it.

His thigh tenses beneath my ribs a second before he ignores my plea. His hand connects with my ass with a hard smack.

My spine arches, and as the sting from the slap bites into my skin, my anger flares. The pain isn’t terrible, I’ve felt worse. But it’s the principle of the whole situation. Once again, he’s stolen all my power, and almost all of my control.

“I told you, princess,” he grits out. “It’s too late for that now.”

“Fuck you!” I curse and buck against him with everything I’ve got.

His hand comes down again, harder than the last time.