Pain And Pleasure 18+✓

Forty-seven

"Let go of me, Adrian!" I scream in protest as he drags me forcefully toward the living room. My heels clatter ungraciously and again I yell, "I said let me go, you jerk!"

"Now I'm a jerk? Oh, you're onto a good ride, Arabella!" He laughs mercilessly, gripping my wrist too tightly for me to escape.

The motion-sensitive lights flick as we walk in, and the vortex of my anger is beyond measure. Who is he to treat me like a criminal? I use my free hand to undo his grip, but he's as strong as an Arab stallion.

"Adrian, stop this!" I cry.

"Not without giving you what you deserve, Arabella! You asked for it!" He slumps onto the large L-shaped couch, still holding my hand. "Come here, little rebel! Let's see what this bastard daddy can do to fix your manners."

His voice bears pure threat mingled with amusement. Fear sears through me at the thought of whatever punishment he's going to give me for defying him openly. Is he going to beat me up? Whip me with something? Anything painful?

I look at him as he adjusts his posture but I can't see any weapon with him. He has no belt in his hand, and no whiplash either, so it should be safe. Right? I pant heavily, and all of a sudden he tugs my body toward him until I fall straight onto his lap, laying on my tummy.

"What the fuck!" I yelp, trying to rise as swiftly as I can.

"Don't you dare try to move, Arabella! Or else I'm gonna tie you up and it's gonna be fucking ugly for you!" he warns in a mean voice, sending chills down my spine as I know he does bluff—ever.

"What's worse than being treated like a slave, huh? If you lay a hand on me, Adrian, I'm gonna—" My words vanish when he mounts my dress upward, exposing my ass to slim cold air. "Ad-Arian, what are you doing?" I glance over my shoulder.

"This will do!" He whacks my butt cheek sharply.

"Ah!" I whimper as the pain sinks into my flesh. "You're fucking crazy! Let go of me!" I throw my legs around frantically.

"Not gonna happen, unless you tell me what's wrong with you!" Adrian recoils.

He secures my body artfully by pressing an elbow on my back while surrounding my bottom with his other hand. My hair topples all over the place, blocking my sight, and up in the air, my poor ass stays vulnerable.

"You're a mean jerk! That's what you are!" I bark, unable to stay still even after his implacable threats and a slap on the butt.

"Hmm," he groans, dropping a heavy swat on my ass.

"Fuck you!" I grit my teeth as it hurts so much this time. A knot in my stomach tightens and without thinking I snap, "You're a fucking idiot if you think I'm gonna answer any of your stupid questions by doing this! I'm not your—"

Whack!

"Stop it, you sadistic bastard! I'm gonna kill you, Adrian! I swear, I'm gonna—"

Whack! Whack!

"I fucking care about you, Arabella, and that's why I'm doing this!" He slaps me again. "You understand me?"

"You care, my ass!" I snap dryly, the pain scaling to unbearable.

Another slap coils my muscles.

Tears replace my voice. I curl my fingers into fists, dissolving in the burning ache from my skin to my flesh. I cry mutely, the physical pain feeling like a mere reflection of the one I'm feeling in my heart.

"Are you gonna talk or what?" Adrian asks demandingly, but I refuse to answer.

Snorting, he swats me again, sharper than before. I grunt and swallow it in, but I don't move. I just cry, recalling so many events of my life—past and present—and all I see is pain everywhere. I'm tired of it all!