“Oh no. No, no, no.”
“Oh yes. Very much so.” He folds his arms. “Now get in, Seraphina.”
I do.
Even though the heat soothes away some of the ache he caused, I’m so focused on him and the bath brush that he’s holding I can’t relax.
“Now that you’re nice and wet, you can get out.” He puts down the implement, turns off the water, and offers his hand.
“Uhm…” I’m confused about what’s going on. “Can I please have a towel?”
“Absolutely not.”
My nipples are hard and puckered, and a combination of anticipation and fear has my insides in knots. “You’re not going to…”
“Oh, yes, Ms. Hollis, I most certainly am.” His eyes are hazy with lust, and beneath his belt, his dick is rock hard.
Even though I’m really nervous about what’s going to happen next, I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything.
“Bend over the vanity, Seraphina. I want your breasts smushed against the marble, your legs as far apart as you can get them.”
“Xavier…”
“If you dry off too much, I’ll throw you back in the shower.”
“But… I mean. This is going to hurt.”
“Absolutely it is. Much worse because your skin is wet.”
“I might slip.” But he positions me on a bathmat, and I know he’d never let anything like that happen to me.
“Two seconds, Ms. Hollis. Or your next shower will be cold as fuck. Your choice.”
Chapter Twenty
Seraphina
Knowing things will be worse if I stall, I lower myself on to the vanity.
“I said smushed.”
With his large hand, he forces me down even harder.
“Oof.” Oxygen is forced from my lungs, and the stone is much cooler than I expect. Rather than feeling good, it’s another contrast that short-circuits my brain cells.
And then the bastard reaches for a glass that’s nearby, fills it with cold water, and pours it over my buttocks.
“That’s better,” he approves.
If what he said is true, then what’s coming next is going to be awful. Truly I had no idea at all what I was getting myself into with him. Nothing in my wildest imagination could have prepared me for any of this. A spanking, yes. But the edging, the way that need crawls through me, the pain from his swats amplifying all of it…
His first stripe is awful. Much harder than I expect. “Damn!” The flat, wooden part is unforgiving. “Xavier!”
He gives me another, making my legs quiver.
A third follows. I whimper. Since he’s spanked me so many times already, my skin is sensitive. And the wood is harsher than his hand. Not that that hadn’t been horrible too. But adding in the wetness makes it unbearable.
When he hits my sit spot, I cry out. “I can’t take any more.”
