"You want to be a brat? I'll treat you like one," He tells her, voice firm and eyes glinting with enmity and intention.
She releases a surprised squeak when he grapples her by the hip and flips her onto her stomach. Pinches her eyebrows as he knees his way onto the mattress and lands three slaps in concession, hard.
"Not being a brat," she huffs, inhales sharply when another hit lands.
"Not being a brat? Is that just what you said?" His tone is incredulous, and she can imagine the disbelief his features shape, the way his lips tighten in resolve. "You don't ever mouth off to me."
She hums as he forcefully lifts her hips, lips parting when he delivers another blow with an open palm.
"What do little, insolent brats get, darling?" Harry slaps her again, "Hm?"
"I wouldn't know, I'm not a brat," She quips, voice carrying a tune of attitude.
This time the smack makes her gasp, "Stop mouthing off." She whines when a litany follows. "I'm sick of it. You want me to be mean? I can be very mean."
"I don't want you to be mean," She squeels, "Ouch."
"Then don't make me," He retorts sternly. Surely her skins reddened by now, she feels like she's on fire. Harry's following through, delivering more pain than pleasure.
"Stop it," she huffs. Lets out a keen when he hits her again, hard. "Feels like needles."
"That's the point. You're not supposed to like it."
And. She could apologize. She could say, "sorry, I shouldn't have called you stupid when you didn't give me the remote so we could watch Toddlers and Tiaras." But he is stupid.
"I still think you're stupid," she grunts.
There's a sharp inhale behind her, a pause that lingers, almost thoughtful.
"You know what, baby? Raise your hips," comes an order laced with malevolence.
She shouldn't call him stupid. It's one of his "rules." They're not...on that page. The novel hasn't progressed from whatever their relationship is now into anything playful, he's not her boyfriend. Even with the hankering on her part, though she'll never express that to him. Maybe it never will.
For now, she respires deeply in annoyance, knees her way up. Lengthy digits curve around her thighs to maneuver her back. His rings are cold against her skin. And she lets out a high, started sound when the first strike lands.
"You're going to understand your place by the time I'm done," Harry affirms faux airily before he gives another to her cunt.
