And I didn’t fucking know what he was going to do to me once he caught me.
“Emmy,” he called, his voice sounding close. Too close.
I moved toward his bedroom and slammed the door shut, locking it. I didn’t fucking feel reassured when he tried the doorknob, but it didn’t give. I bent down to grab my clothes from the night before when I saw the lock turn.
Fuck.
No time.
I ran to the master bath and locked the door just as the bedroom door was pushed open, making me jump.
“Come out, little wildcat. You know I’m not gonna hurt you, baby.”
No, he would not hit me, but I doubted spanking was off the table, and whatever other devious shit he had planned in that messed-up mind of his.
I went to the bath when the lock on the bathroom door twisted open, my hand finding a shampoo bottle. I grabbed it and threw it at him as soon as he opened the door. The sadistic part of my brain reveled in the way the bottle hit him on the chest with a bang, but then the monster turned his blue eyes my way, and I realized there was nowhere else to go.
He walked over to me without a word. If the shampoo bottle hurt him, he didn’t show it.
I tried to run past him, shoving him off to the side.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me back to his body.
I wiggled, trying to get away. “No!”
He wrapped one arm tightly around my middle, the palm of the other hand coming up and covering my belly before making its way up and cupping my breast.
I moaned when he played with my nipple. I could feel his erection against my side.
“Do you know what it does to me, seeing you like this?”
Naked and running away from him, he meant?
I squirmed away, and he pushed his hand down between my legs, cupping my pussy.
I ground my hips, trying to push him off, but all that did was create delicious friction between us. “Look at this, baby girl. Look at how wet you are for me.”
And sure enough, when he pulled away, his palm was slick from me, causing a deep blush to grace my cheeks. He grazed his lips against the flush.
“Dominic,” I said in a half moan, half protest. It should not be this hard, but I was constantly fighting his dominance over me and my sexual attraction to him.
And usually, it was the latter that won out.
He bent down and put me over his shoulder.
“No, let go of me, you freak!” I screamed.
He spanked his hand down my bare bottom.
I groaned. Fuck, that hurt.
“Be my good girl and this will be over before you know it,” he said ominously.
“What?What will be over? Dominic!”
He spanked me again. “I’m sure I said you’re owed a spanking for running last night, no?”
I shook my head. “I don’t want a spanking!”
