His Plaything.

His Plaything.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Dec 20, 2022
"Say it." He repeated his command, voice gruff and leaving no room for argument. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't very good at taking orders. "N-no. I won't, you fucker." I gasped out, my words strained by his hand placed lightly over my throat. His other hand roaming over my body. All these sensations were making it hard for me to keep calm. He chuckled darkly, his deep Amber eyes clouded with even more passion. His hand squeezed tightly before loosening up. The other was settled below my waist. "Fucking say it. Otherwise I will make you regret it." He warned again. This time he emphasized his words by grabbing my crotch. Embarrassment heated up my cheeks when my dick started to get hard and a gasp escaped through my lips. "Fuck off." I managed to weakly get out. My voice barely above a whisper and slightly breathless. But I totally lost it when he began to stoke me through my tight jeans. This man's was going to be the death of me.
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"Get on your knees." His voice was low, rough, rolling over my skin like smoke. But I didn't move. I stayed exactly where I was, arms crossed, chin lifted in challenge. Submission was never my language. I loved control-lived in it, breathed in it. Except in bed. In bed, I wanted him to take control... But that didn't mean I'd give it easily. His jaw tightened. Impatience flashed in his dark eyes. Good. Let him burn. "Bella," he growled, voice sharper now. "Get on your damn knees." I smirked, slow and deliberate, the kind that always pushed him over the edge. I knew I was asking for trouble. I wanted it. "Testing my patience?" he murmured. "Fine. I'll show you exactly how you submit to me." I barely had time to blink. One moment I was standing, the next I was thrown over his knee-my stomach pressed to his thigh, my ass raised perfectly for him. His hand cupped me possessively, as if he had been waiting for this position all night. Excitement shot through me. So did fear. And God, I loved the mix. Then- CRACK. The first slap landed hard, echoing in the room. Pain flared, sharp and hot, pulling a gasp straight from my throat. My panties were gone-when did he even take them off? My skin throbbed, and behind the burn, heat pooled low in my belly. His hand smoothed the sting, almost tender. "I'm going to enjoy coloring your ass red. Twenty spanks. And after each one..." His fingers gripped my hips. "You will say, 'Thank you, sir. Can I have one more?' Do you understand?" A shiver ran through me. Pure bliss. "Yes, sir," I breathed. "Good girl," he purred. "See? Submission isn't so hard, Bella. Not when it's me." His thumb traced slow circles along the curve of my ass- SMACK. A sharp yelp escaped me. He didn't go easy; he never did. "Thank you, sir... can I have one more?" I whispered, breath shaky. He hummed approvingly. "Of course, Bella." And the spanking began-rhythmic, punishing, delicious.

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