The bastard knew how much I hated the phrase, but hearing the deep vibration in his voice continued to be exciting.
I did as I was told, facing the mirror. In being able to see his reflection, I was even more enthralled than before. Without blinking, he unfastened his belt. Taking his time to do so.
Driving me to the point of madness within seconds.
By the time he’d unbuckled and even before starting to pull the thick leather from his belt loops, I was trembling all over.
He ripped up my dress, his breathing more labored than before. I glared at him, but in the process of doing so licked my lips. His response was a slow and dedicated gaze down to my exposed bottom. I’d never felt so vulnerable.
Or so embarrassed.
As he rolled his fingertips under the material, I shuddered.
“Open your legs for me,” he continued.
Why did I feel like stomping my feet before doing so? I bit my lip to keep from smiling. Being insolent with him wasn’t a good idea.
Obey. Just obey.
And so I did.
The noise coming from the speakers outside the bathroom was just as unsettling as what was about to happen, although my breathing continued to be pronounced. The deep bass of whatever music was being performed matched the dull thudding of my heart. He was forcing me to wait, boosting the anticipation. Goosebumps popped over my arms, the same cold chill as before shifting over and down my body to the floor.
His reflection kept me enamored, but the serious look on his face was as if he was lost in time. Or somewhere else. His slowapproach was unnerving and I grimaced, resisting digging my nails into the polished surface.
“Tonight you’re going to receive twenty-five lashes. That should be an excellent reminder that rules are meant to be followed.”
His voice was imperious. He was enjoying the hell out of this, lording his power and authority over me. I almost argued with him that the punishment didn’t fit the crime but stopped myself. That’s what he was waiting for. That would be his victory. Not a chance.
The whooshing sound was nothing like I would have expected, although the slight crack of his wrist was pronounced. I closed my eyes briefly, gritting my teeth.
When the first hard strike was issued, I felt nothing. Perhaps because of the level of adrenaline rushing through me or maybe because of fear. While the force tossed me forward, I recovered quickly, a roar of anger shifting into my system. How dare he do this? I wasn’t some plaything. I was a woman he’d shown interest in. Right? Or maybe he’d been playing me all along. I shoved hard against the counter, immediately rewarded with a forceful push from his hand.
“Damn you,” I managed, lifting my heated gaze toward his reflected face. His eyes were shimmering. The man was enjoying this. Enjoying my torment.
When he took a deep whiff, I knew instantly he was well aware I was wet.
“Fighting me isn’t in your best interest,” he hissed, yanking hair over my shoulder and exposing my neck.
He didn’t hesitate, delivering four in rapid succession. Almost instantly the pain jetted into every cell and muscle, nearly destroying my resolve, a slight whimper slipping up from my throat. I blinked several times, shoving away the tears that had already formed. The bastard wasn’t going to see me cry.
Like some bad little girl.
No way.
Not in this lifetime.
His heated breath danced across the skin on my neck and when he pressed his hand on the small of my back, I almost lashed out. Instead, I took gulping breaths, twisting my hips back and forth. The pain was as vibrantly alive as the strange desire crawling through me.
“You’re doing very well.”
I opened my mouth to retort then thought better of it. Every synapse was on fire, my blood racing. When he slipped his fingers down the crack of my ass, I hung my head, stars in vibrant colors floating in front of my eyes.
“And you’re very wet. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were enjoying this.”
“No!”
He chuckled, his fingers brushing across my pussy lips. “Your body tells me otherwise. We continue.”
