His Possession

7

HER

I don't know why I told him all that but I was glad I did. His expression was funny as. Okay, what I said was half a lie. I wasn't a Assassin but I can use various weapons fairly well.

I put my hands up in surrender even as I was laughing my ass off. "Sorry, sorry. That was a lie." I said in between my laughs.

But it died when I saw his eyes hardened to a point they looked like twin ambers. I bit my lip and looked down. I felt, all of a suddenly, very small.

"Liz, did you lie to my face like a bad little girl?" He said in a low, icy tone. It scared me slightly.

I shifted on my feet, peaking through my hair at him. "I, um. Yes?"

I gasped when he held me against the wall by my throat. Soft yet with the threat of his nails against the delicate skin of my throat. My hands wrapped around his wrist even as I knew I couldn't stop him if he decided to end my life.

With widened eyes, I looked up at him helplessly. "Answer my question," he commanded.

I shrunk in his hold, "Yes." I said quietly.

"Do you know what happens to liars, Liz?"

His lips were just above mine, I thought. I should be fighting like a wild animal but I was putty in his hands. I shook my head at his question. I couldn't whisper a word in his dominating hold.

Lord, help me from this beautiful devil.

He leaned until his lips brushed my left earlobe. "Liars get punished, Liz." And he spun us and pushed me over the end of the bed.

I gasped as he locked both me wrists behind me back with something. The bed was tall so my feet didn't touch the floor and my ass was in air. I was stuck and vulnerable, it made my panties wet. "Dexter?"

I couldn't see or hear him, so I jumped when his hand went down my ass hard. It burned like nothing I had every experienced. I hissed through my teeth, the heat was rapidly spreading through my body like fire.

"I am not a gentle man, Liz, and you will learn not to lie to me ever again." Before I could say anything, his hand spanked my ass over and over again.

I didn't know how long it lasted or how many times his hand marked my ass with hard, precise percussion. It burned so bad. "Please," I sobbed.

I didn't realise we had moved until I felt his hot skin against my back. I whimpered when he spread something strangely cool on my ass. "Shh," he told me. "This is to soften the pain for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" I asked. It all felt so fuzzy and light, like I was simply air. Floating, free.

"Well, you're staying in this house of cause." He said.

That's when my fuzzy, light feeling shattered like glass.