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“Such a fine ass you have, baby girl.” He peers through the mirror, right into my eyes. “Too bad it’s going to have welts from your disobedience.”
“Stop! Don’t!”
He narrows his eyes at me, and as he pulls my head back further, he leans over me. I can feel his cock against my hip, and a moan slips involuntarily. His opposite hand that isn’t keeping my head up, rests right at the curve of my rear.
“You deserve to be punished, Cal,” he whispers into my ear. His chin, rough with a five o’clock shadow, grazing against my shoulder as he pauses for a moment. “Say the word ‘no’… and I’ll stop. This is your out, and I’ll let you run your naked ass to your room.”
When he shifts his head beside mine and locks eyes with me through the mirror, my lips part, releasing a soft whimper. His grip on my hair remains firm, and I know I should say ‘no’. The word should escape me, I should stop this…
“What you did last night was reckless.” He turns his head to face me, his forehead pressing against my temple. “Then, right now, you touched me when I told you not to. Say no, so I can give you the courtesy you didn’t give me.”
“Let me go! No, no! Mom! Mom! Help!”
Tears spring to my eyes and I suck in a shaky breath before closing my mouth and deciding to stay silent.
“You know you deserve it.” He leans away from me just as I nod.
I do…
“Say you deserve to be punished.”
“I-I deserve it.” The urge to shut my eyes is so overwhelming that I almost can’t keep them open as the first hit comes. The slap lands with a sharp, pointed crack that cuts through the air. The sound doesn’t echo, but my scream does.
Another slap follows, and I clench my teeth so tightly that my jaw aches almost immediately. Then another, each one landing on the exact same spot. The burn beneath his palm is sharp, and though I know it’s impossible, I swear I’m bleeding.
He swaps cheeks, and smacks it so hard my back bows, my mouth falling open as I try to wiggle free. When he lifts his hand, I try to move, shift, run away, anything. But he holds me in place and smacks even harder, right in the same spot.
A moan falls from my throat, and I suck back my saliva.
“Cry for me.” He shoves me further onto the counter, my cheek pressing hard against the mirror as he spanks me again. This time, it isn’t in the direction that hurts, but an upward motion that makes my ass bounce. “Go ahead, I want to see how beautiful you are when you do.”
I have no words—my body craves more, and so does my mind. I’m so messed up. Maybe they’re right; maybe I really do need help.
He hits me once more for the purpose of pain, and my eyes go wide as the burn tears right through my spine. I’m trembling, my legs numb from being pressed so hard against the counter that breathing has become difficult. Nothing is physically constricting my chest, yet I’m struggling to pull in air.
Tearing me back, he wraps his hand around my throat, not applying pleasure, but squeezing enough to keep my head straight. I watch him stare at the side of my face, the one not stricken with tears.
“Don’t touch me without my permission, Cal, do you understand me?”
My chest heaves as I nod. “Y-Yes.”
He leans in, his tongue tracing along my jawline and sliding up to the corner of my lips, quite literally licking the drool from my face. That’s when I feel something firm pressing against my skin. I’ve seen him talk countless times… Does he have a tongue piercing?
“I’d have loved to taste your tears, baby girl, but I guess your drool will have to do.”
He leans away from me and steps back, finally releasing me. My legs tremble as I scoot from the counter and turn to face him. I move my hands up to cover myself, and he tuts. “Why hide?”
Shame…though not for what he did, but for enjoying it.
I box myself in, pulling my arms around me and dropping my head.
It’s impossible not to see how hard he is, his pants are thin enough I basically can see the lining of the head of his cock. He enjoyed hurting me, and any sane person would be scared.
Not me, because why would I be considered sensible at this point.
“Go, Calista.” His words are as sharp as his hits were, and I instinctively flinch. “I won’t say it again.”
Thatis a promise, and with it, I run out of the bathroom. When I cross the hall into my bedroom, I feel free. Even if I am in a smaller room. I slam the door behind me and immediately drag my fingers along my stomach, straight between my thighs.
