“Where you at? On the low.”
I scowl. “If I wanted you to know, on the low or otherwise, I’d tell you. But I guess you’ll track me down if you decide to.”
“‘Vil, one hundred,” he says in a serious tone. “I need a word.”
I curse silently. I don’t want to talk about this with him. I don’t want it on either of them. But when he says one hundred, he means he’s not playing. There’s no way I can ignore that.
“All right. Soon.”
“All right.” He ends the call.
“Hey, little girl, come here.”
Rachel stares stubbornly at the same page she’s been looking at for like half an hour. She doesn’t lift her head, instead she raises her middle finger. I almost laugh. I could break her bones from blowing on them too hard, and she’s gonna flip me off? That’s how she gets to me. It’s one of the ways anyway.
“Raven, get over here. Or I will show you what I do to girls who disobey me.”
She doesn’t move. Is she serious?
I stalk into the room and sweep her up. She slaps me across the face before I get her locked into a carry that neutralizes her.
I tie her hands with a belt, sit on the couch, and flip her over my thighs. The shirt rises up, revealing her smooth white ass. She’s got no panties since I cut the only ones she had off her. My cock rises.
I slap each of her cheeks several times in quick succession. She struggles and screams curses at me. I lay down firm enough spanks to turn her ass bright red. She kicks her legs helplessly.
“Beg me to stop,” I say in a low voice.
“No!” she yells, but her voice cracks.
I bring my palm down against her soft, burning flesh. She thrashes, trying to break free. My grip on her means she’s going nowhere. She’s completely helpless, and we both know it. Ten more strong swats on her pretty ass, and she dissolves into tears.
“Okay,” she exclaims softly. “Please stop!”
I spank her for another minute to be sure she understands which of us is the boss. Then I let her sob while I rub her punished ass.
I massage her lower back with small circles, overcoming the tension. Her shoulders shake at first, then she settles as I handle her. She lies over my lap like a wilted flower. She’s always beautiful, but especially now when she’s mine.
My cock’s an iron rod, and it needs attention. My balls ache for me to put it in her tight little pussy again. Or I could claim some other part of her. The temptation is so strong it almost gets the best of me. Almost.
I need to take care of things. The shower’s the best place for it, but I’m not leaving her alone like she is. I pick her up and carry her into the bathroom. She turns her head away from me, still proud and still crying. I turn her to face the wall and release her wrists. Then I haul the shirt up and off of her.
She pulls back.
“I’m not gonna hurt you. Punishment’s over,” I say, hugging her to me.
She can’t make up her mind. At first she leans in, then she pulls back.
I let her go. I’d rather hold on, but she needs time to come to terms with it.
“It’s all right,” I say, lifting her and putting her in the shower. I strip and step in, then turn on the warm water, looking over my shoulder at her. She wipes her eyes.
“What are you doing?” she says.
“Taking care of this,” I say, stroking myself, unable to take my eyes off her. That face, that skin. I want to touch her. I want inside of her.
She’s looking at my hand around my cock and, after a few moments, seeming almost dazed, extends her hand.
“Yeah, touch it,” I say in a low voice as I turn to face her. I bring her hand near me. The touch of those little fingers of hers makes my cock jerk. I suck in a breath.
