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“Stand the fuck up.”
“No.”
I’m around the table before she can blink. My hand wraps around her throat and I pull her to her feet. Her eyes blow wide and her hands fly up to grip my wrist, but she doesn’t try to pull me off. Her lips part and her breath comes fast, and I can feel her pulse racing under my fingers.
This is the second time today I’ve had my hand on this girl’s throat. And it fits perfectly in my hand.
“What are you doing?” Her voice is tight, but her thighs press together and her eyes have gone dark. Her breath is shaky, and she’s watching me intently to see what I’ll do next.
I walk her backward to the sitting room with my hand on her throat. She looks like she might fight for a second, but she doesn’t. I sit on the couch and pull her across my lap in one motion.
She freezes. Her hands brace against the floor on one side, her legs kick out on the other. She’s draped across my thighs with her ass in the air, and her body has no fucking idea what to do with this.
“What the fuck are you—” Her voice comes out high and tight. “You won’t—”
My hand comes down on her ass.
The sound cracks through the room, and she goes still. She holds her breath like she’s waiting for the next.
I give her a second. Then I bring my hand down again.
She flinches but a moan escapes her lips when I do it again. She fights to brace herself as her breathing goes ragged, but she takes it. She doesn’t beg me to stop. She doesn’t cry. She just takes it, and the moan that falls out of her mouth goes straight to my dick.
Fuck, she’s going to be goddamn problem.
I spank her four more times. Her moans get louder with each one, and she stops trying to hide them. Her hips shift on my lap, grinding against my cock. I know if I touched between her legs right now, I’d find her soaking wet.
I rest my hand on her ass. She’s breathing hard, her face turned toward the floor.
“Are you going to eat your dinner now, little one?”
She’s quiet for a long moment. Then she turns her head just enough for me to see her profile. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are bright with unshed tears.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
This fucking girl. She’s bent over my lap and she’s daring me to give her more. Fuck, I want to. I want to know how much she can handle.
I grab both of her wrists and pull them behind her back. She gasps and struggles, but I have her pinned. I loosen my tie, pull it free, and wrap it around her wrists tight enough that she can’t slip out. I knot it. I shift her so her upper body rests on the couch cushion. She’s at my mercy with her hands bound behind her back and her ass in the air over my lap, and my cock is so fucking hard.
“Let me go.” Her voice is muffled against the cushion, but she’s not convincing either of us. She’s wiggling her ass, begging me to spank it again.
“I don’t think so.” I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pull them down to her thighs. She sucks in a breath. She’s wearing a thin black thong, and her skin is flushed pink from the first round. My handprint is on her right cheek. The sight of it makes me want to kiss her there before I fuck her tight little ass.
“Want to rethink that response?”
“Fuck you.” Her voice shakes, and it’s not from anger.
“Should I stop and let you go eat your dinner then?”
She’s quiet for a few seconds. Then I hear her whisper, “No.”
My hand comes down on bare skin. She cries out and her body lurches forward on my lap, her hip grinding against my cock. I grit my teeth because the friction is making it hard to think about anything except flipping her over and burying myself inside her.
I spank her again. She moans louder and doesn’t try to hide it. Her hips shift on my lap, rocking against me, and my cock throbs.
I give her four more. Her ass is red and hot under my palm. She’s stopped fighting. Her bound hands have gone limp against her lower back, and her breathing has turned into ragged gasps. She’s not resisting. She’s taking everything I give her, and her body is begging for more.
I let my hand rest on her ass after the last one. She’s trembling.
