Friends

Chapter 66

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Marc's POV:

"Get up."

I say it calmly, but there's no room for argument.

Jasmine barely moves. She blinks, trying to lift her head, but it drops back against the cushion like her body's forgotten how to function.

She's staring up at me like I just asked her to walk across a desert after she's collapsed from heatstroke.

And all she's done is cum. Three times.

Three.

I watch her, genuinely surprised. Her limbs are trembling, her breathing erratic. She's looking at her own body like it's betrayed her.

Did I really fuck her up that bad? I didn't even bring out my intense tricks. That was just me eating her out—standard, even slow by my usual standards.

Which is wild—because if I remember right, she made it sound like Kendrick was incredible at giving head. Like he put it down. Like he was the best on the planet at giving head and no other man was going to come close to pleasing her like him. She never said it outright, but the way she talked? I assumed he had her climbing walls and doing things I couldn't imagine.

Yeah... I'm starting to think she's never actually experienced pleasure like this.

Or maybe... she's just never been handled like this before.

Either way, I'm not done. Not even close.

I step closer to the couch, towering over her. "I'm not going to repeat myself."

When she doesn't move fast enough, I scoop her up—bridal style.

She gasps softly, like even that takes more breath than she has left. Her body is still shaking in my arms, limp and trembling, but I don't slow down.

"Since you don't know how to listen," I growl, carrying her down the hall toward my room, "I got something for your ass."

Her head falls against my chest, breath ragged. I feel every aftershock still pulsing through her.

I kick open the door, step inside, and toss her onto my bed—not rough enough to hurt, but firm enough to make a point.

She bounces slightly, eyes fluttering open in dazed confusion.

Before she can even think about catching her breath, I flip her over, pressing her down flat so her stomach is against the mattress.

She whimpers, more from overstimulation than resistance.

Her ass is up just enough to tempt me.

I lean down, lips brushing her ear.

"You're gonna learn to follow directions. You're going to count out loud every time Daddy spanks you, do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," she murmurs.

I bring my hand down on one cheek, the sound sharp, the impact enough to make her jolt.

She gasps.

"When I tell you to do something, you're gonna do it. Do you understand?" I say, my voice low and firm, cutting through the room like a command.

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpers, her voice breathless from the sting.

But she didn't count.

Another sharp smack echoes in the room.