“Asshole!” she snarls in my face. “You think I…what, threw myself into traffic?! I waspushed, dickhead!!” she screams. “Someone fucking?—”
“The bus driver didn’t see anyone push you,” I reply evenly. “Nor did anyone else interviewed at the scene.”
She stares at me, her mouth hanging open. “You think I did itmyself?!”
“I think until you can prove otherwise, you don’t get any privacy. Now get. In. The fucking. Tub.”
I turn and crank the tap off, steam curling off the rippling surface of the water.
“I waspushed, Bane!!” she snaps at my back.
I turn to her, calmly lifting a shoulder. “So you keep saying.”
She stares at me. “You’reunwell.”
“Said the pot to the kettle?—”
I should see it coming. But, as cool as I’m trying to play it right now, I’m too distracted by the view of her perfect, creamy breasts with their soft, light pink nipples to anticipate the slap. Her palm cracks hard across my face, snapping my head to the side.
The bathroom goes utterly silent.
Her face is white as I slowly turn back to level my gaze at her. She swallows heavily, her eyes widening. “I…I didn’t mean to?—”
She yelps when I roughly grab her, sit myself on the edge of the tub, and yank her down over my lap. She squirms and bucks, trying to get up. But my hand wraps tight around the back of herneck, keeping her pinned across my knees, her breasts against one thigh and her stomach on the other.
Without any sort of preamble, I wind my hand back and bring it downhardon her tight, upturned ass.
“Fuck!!”
She squeals, her spine jerking as my palm cracks across her bare skin. I do it again to the other cheek, smacking with a firm palm, the sound echoing loudly through the bathroom.
“You fucking ass—AHHH!”
Darkness twists inside me when her broken, achy, needy cries hum through my ears. My hand tangles in her hair, tugging her head back and forcing her to look straight ahead at the full-length mirror on the wall in front of her. Her back arches slightly, which pushes her ass up in the air, as if the more she protests and fights me, the more she actually wants this.
My palm cracks down again, turning the tight globe of her ass pink as the blood rushes to the surface. I spank the other cheek, then the first again, then back to the second. My dick pulses and twitches against her stomach as I spank her over and over, groaning when I feel her body tightening against me.
I can feel her pussy hot against my thigh as I wind back and spank her yet again. She’s still whimpering and writhing when my hand forces itself between her legs, cupping her needy little cunt.
She’s fuckingsoaked.
I knew she would be. She gets off on this sort of treatment.
Pain. Humiliation. A loss of control.
I spank her ass twice more before I slide my hand back between her legs. This time she moans, whimpering with need as I drag two thick fingers along her messy little pussy.
“No—!”
“You’re fuckingminenow, little bird,” I hiss venomously, silencing her weak protests. She squeals when I roughly ram two fingers inside her, groaning when I feel how fucking wet she is. I give her hair another tug, yanking her head back.
“You can’t?—”
My harsh, cold laugh cuts her off.
“I’ll do whatever I want,baby,” I rasp into her ear. She shudders, her tits rubbing against my thigh as her breath turns ragged and halting. “I could point out that you agreed to this,” I growl. My fingers plunge deep into her tight little cunt, her slick walls squeezing the blood from them.
My hand uncoils from her hair and reaches down to her butt. Brutally hard smacks echo through the bathroom as I give her ass three quick cracks.
