“You are wrong.You owe me a great deal and will likely owe me more by the time I’m finished with you, although at this moment I can’t imagine that ever being the case.Unfortunately, you are in my blood,” he informed her, running a hand through his hair.
“Then perhaps you should bleed,” she hissed as she picked up a sharply sculptured ice statue and shot it at him.Unfortunately she missed and it shattered into thousands of pieces on the floor.Appalled at her own actions, she turned to run, reaching the arched doorway before he caught her.
Struggling wildly she fought as he tossed her over his shoulder, kicking and scratching as he walked to the couch.Sitting down he held her on his lap.Rage radiated from her eyes, but shockingly he was smiling.
“You can’t even imagine how many times I’ve dreamed of this moment,” he stated with a chuckle.“How could I know you would make my wishes come true so quickly?”Then without further ado, he flipped her face down over his knees.
“Jackson, no,” she screamed, her hands rushing to cover her backside.
Easily he grasped both of her wrists in his large hand.
“Oh yes , my darling Chrissy.Yes indeed .”
She howled from the first swat, promising all manner of retribution for his high-handed treatment of her.He ignored her and kept on, covering her bottom from the top of her curved cheeks to her thighs just below them.
“Stop it,” she screeched.“You’re going to regret this!”
“My only regret is that you’re sweet ass is covered instead of bare,” he replied calmly.
“I never thought you could be this cruel.”
“I never thought you could be this foolish, and don’t call a good spanking cruel, not after the damage you’ve done to me with your words and actions, my lady.”
My Lady?Why would he call her that?Was he completely insane?
Then his hand paused as a young Elven woman came to the door.
“Yes?”
“Pardon me for intruding, Your Highness,” she began, her face beet red as she gave a little curtsey.“But the Chef Heartly asked me to inform you that dinner will be served in an hour.”
“Thank you, Pixie.You may go,” he replied.
Crystalia watched the female scurry away, peaking over her shoulder.
“Your Highness?”she gasped out.“What the frozen hell is that all about?”
“You my sweet are being disciplined by the Winter King,” he replied with a laugh.“You should feel honored.”
“Kiss my ass, Jackson,” she yelled back.
“Yes, I imagine that will come later, my lady.”
His hand began again, just as though he hadn’t already roasted her bottom to a sizzling point.When she finally stopped struggling and collapsed over his knees he slowed, giving her a smack as he informed her of the rules.
“You will not be going home, Crystalia.”Swat!
“You will be living here with me, in our castle.”Swat!
You will not throw things at me, nor swear.Do you understand?”Swat!
“I’m not staying here,” she roared.
“Yes.”Swat!
“You.”Swat!
“Will.”Swat.
