“Fuckin’ hell!” He pulls back, clutching his balls. A moment later, he lunges forward, capturing my free leg and securing it to the metal frame with another strip of cloth. "You'll regret that."
“This isn’t part of the deal, you lying bastard.” Being practically bent in half is not comfortable. Neither is being completely exposed and helpless. My breathing picks up, fear flooding my veins when he leaves the room. “Come back!”
He reappears a second later, and my eyes narrow as they fall to some kind of oval flat thing in his hands. He chuckles, spinning it. "This was used to play a game. Ping-pong. Stupid name. But a nice paddle, nonetheless. I was willing to forgive the fork incident, but that kick nearly took my balls off."
“You’re the asshole breaking the deal.”
“You agreed to two hours without asking questions. Maybe next time get that desperate, slutty side in check and don’t assume shit.”
My lips purse while my nose and brows scrunch together as I snarl at him.
He only laughs and moves to the side of the bed, then brings the paddle down on my exposed ass with a sharp crack, spreading a vicious sting across my butt cheek.
Another swat, this time on the other side.
"I made you a roast tonight. Saved your damn life a few times over the past four years. But you fucking kick me in the balls like an ungrateful little shit. Then you have the nerve to call me an asshole. Twice."
He rains down blows left and right. I fight my restraints uselessly and bite my tongue to keep from crying. The sting leaches into an endless burn, getting worse the longer he goes on.
It hurts like hell and, eventually, I can’t take it anymore. Tears stream down my face. "Stop. Please stop! I'm sorry!"
But he keeps going.
I yank at my bindings to no avail, tears flow freely as my bottom lip trembles. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Mac finally drops the paddle and runs a hand over one cheek, then the other, smoothing and squeezing the burning skin. "That's all I wanted to hear, Cal. An apology you truly meant."
“A fucking apology? You hit me for a fucking apology? I hate you.”
He settles over me, getting right up in my face, then looks over my body and nods, some of the intensity from earlier leaving the longer he appraises me, appraises what he’s done.
His brows pinch as he stares at my flaccid groin. “I’m not tryin’ to hurt you so stop intentionally attacking me.”
A pain, like a knife to my damn heart, hits because he’s right.
I wanted to hurt him because I freaked out. Now I just want to wipe the tears from my cheeks, but I can’t and it makes me feel even more exposed—more embarrassed—than the stupid fucking position he has me in.
He pulls the toy back around, squirting a little lube on it again before he smooths a hand over my heated and stinging skin.
“Mac, please. I can’t take anymore.”
“You saying you want me to stop?”
Do I? I don’t know. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. “It’s just . . . overwhelming.”
“Two more, Cal. Two more orgasms, then you’re done.”
Though I’m sure even one more will kill me. Only the moment his thumb grazes my asshole I moan, needing to be filled.
I writhe and squirm as he slowly—like fucking molasses slow—fucks me with the toy. I want to hate it, only an exquisite heat builds in my groin until my dick throbs with a relentless need to explode.
“Mac.” His name comes out in one needy breath.
“What, Little Fawn?” He lowers his hot mouth to my ear, then bites the sensitive flesh below, and I moan. Drawing back, he laughs. “Tell. Me.”
“Please. Please jerk me. I need it.”
“Sorry, Cal. No go.”
