“What’s wrong with you?” she yells as she spreads her legs under my control.
My cock is already growing firm, but I must restrain myself from fucking her. She doesn’t deserve it. She has to be punished for her disobedience first. For her insolence. For insulting me with her pity.
“I’m going to spank you now,” I say with a harsh voice. Before she can speak another word, my hand has already made contact with her ass, making her scream.
“Count them,” I growl.
“No!”
I spank her harder, leaving a red mark. Her cries of pain bring goosebumps to my skin.
“What did I do?” she asks.
Good. I want her to think that it’s her fault. It is. She angered me.
“First, you spit in my face, and then you feel pity for me after I told you what you wanted to hear. You’re rude, Miss Carrigan. You need to be corrected … hard … first with my hand, and then with my cock.”
“Fuck you! You threatened me and then you told me this sob story like that’s all supposed to make it okay?” There is anger in her voice but also sadness. I can hear from the way the pitch fluctuates with each word. No matter what she says, the words that slip from her tongue are lies. The emotions that accompany them tell the truth.
“Nothing will make it okay. Nothing. I did what I did because I had to do it. And trust me, I am trying to make amends. But I will do it one way, Miss Carrigan. My way. You do not have pity on me, Miss Carrigan. You need to respect me.”
“Fuck you!”
I spank her so hard that she raises her head to scream.
“And that’s for the swearing,” I say. “What did I say about respect?”
“Respect is earned by trust,” she murmurs, hissing from the pain that I’m causing her ass.
“Indeed it is, which is why I will make you trust me again. It’ll take some time, but you’ll learn why you should soon enough.” I push my ring finger into my mouth and lick it to lift this punishment to a new level.
“As if I could ever trust you again,” she spits. “It was a mistake to ever do so in the first place.”
Without warning, I push my ring finger into her ass. She squeals then a full-out moan pours from her. I don’t think that she meant for me to hear it because she cusses straight after, making me laugh.
“It was not a mistake, Miss Carrigan. You’ll see. Someday.” I push further in, filling her up as far as I can go. It must hurt, with my finger in her ass and my other hand coming down on her cheeks. I love how she tenses up each time I smack her, feeling her tighten around my finger. I moan along with her shouts.
“Purr for me, little fairy,” I say. “I love the sounds you make.”
“Go to hell …”
I chuckle. “I’m already there, Miss. And so are you.”
“You’re right … my own personal hell.”
“Except this hellfire is so very lickable,” I joke. “And with fire I mean you.” I stroke her ass softly, which makes her squirm. The hot flashes it must give her … hmm …
Focus, Sebastian. This is a punishment after all, not a pleasurable activity. Although, I can’t deny that I am inclined to turn this into a hot tongue-on-skin game when this is over. My cock has an appetite, too, and it’s hungry now.
I pull my finger from her ass. “Now, I want you to count or I will keep you here for as long as you refuse.”
My hand comes down again, and then she says the word. “One.”
Finally, she’s stopped arguing. Riveting. Just the sound of her voice as she gives in to me is breathtaking. I need it. I need the overpowering sense of dominance right now. To forget about pity and focus on power, on lust, so I can forget about being sorry for myself.
“Two!” she yells as my hand comes down again.
Each blow is harder than the previous, and her skin is growing redder by the second. I love that strawberry color, the color that makes me want to bite her cheeks. Not yet, not yet … My cock is springing up from the idea alone.
As the tenth blow arrives, she starts to moan. I don’t know if it’s from the pain or from arousal, but I’ll find out soon enough. Her hands are on the door to support herself, but her body is giving in to me. She’s shaking on her legs, but her muscles have lost their will to fight. She’s enduring now. Just living through the moment and waiting for it to pass. It’s futile. I know that what I’m doing now will stay with her forever, exactly as I intended it.
I want my image, my feel, my touch, my control to embed in her memory forever, so that when she loses me, she’ll still keep a part of me with her, wherever she may go.