“You need to learn a valuable lesson, princess,” he says matter-of-factly. “And if I’m the one who has to teach you? My pleasure.”
A cool shiver works its way down my spine as I realize he’s bound my wrists with his tie.
…because he doesn’t want me to have use of them. Because I’m about to be taught a lesson, which obviously means…
“Let’s talk about this!” I cry out, panic filling me up. “Let’s… let’s… figure this out!”
“The time for talking is over. It’s now time for you to learn your place, princess. As my wife.”
My jaw drops open as I almost throw a rebuttal back at him. Almost mouth off like I’ve been. I only stop myself when I realize it’d probably make the situation worse.
He holds me down on my stomach with my arms bound behind my back, and his hands slide down my body like he’s conducting a search for contraband. He ends up on the hem of my clingy dress. The dress that barely covers my ass.
It seems to anger him that it does. That it’s so revealing.
As his large palms glide over my round ass, his breathing deepens. Memories of me on the dance floor must be flooding his head.
He shoves the dress up ’til my bare ass is on display in the thong I’m wearing.
That seems to infuriate him more. He lets out a grunt as he palms my cheeks and then roughly tugs the stretchy fabric off.
“You thought it was a good idea to put this dress on. Thisthongon. To go out to some fucking club where you were dancing with some bastard. Well guess what, princess? You thought wrong.”
“I… I was never going to do anything!” I blurt out in desperation, my heart pounding faster. “I just wanted to show you…”
“What? That you could go out and find some motherfucker to feel you up? You’re my wife, Simone. No other man gets to fucking touch you but me.”
This time… I can’t help it. My smart mouth has me lobbing an insult right back at him.
“But you get to be with other women?” I snap. “Is that right? You get to do whatever the hell you want while I’m stuck at home?”
Smack!
Ronan’s palm collides with my ass cheek and interrupts any train of thought I had.
I flinch against the smack, a sharp sting radiating from the area he spanked. It renders me speechless for a couple seconds ’til anger and indignation flood me.
“If you think you’re going to spank me like some?—”
Smack!
His palm collides with my ass even harder this time. Once again, I’m shut up by the sting.
“What was that, princess?” he asks. “What were you saying? See, you’re still mistaken thinking you call the shots. As if it matters what you’ve got to say. That couldn’t be further from the truth. You don’t understand how things work around here. But you’re about to.”
There’s a loud clang and some rustling that captures my attention. I roll partially onto my side, craning my neck so I can look at what’s going on behind me. A gasp sticks in my throat as I glance over and watch Ronan unbuckle his belt and fold it in half.
“What do you think you’re?—”
“Stop talking,” he interrupts coldly. His hand clamps down on my shoulder and he pushes me back against the mattress, forcing me to lay flat again. “It’s time for you to listen. For you to understand how things’ll be.”
But the panic is rising like a tidal wave inside me and refuses to be shunned. As he pins me against the mattress and pulls the leather belt tight, I’m left panicking in fight or flight mode.
I squirm, my arms pulling at my binds while my legs jerk out.
None of it matters to Ronan. I’m kept exactly where I am as he holds the folded belt and tells me exactly what’s on his mind.
“You are a Callahan wife now,” he starts in a stern, hoarse tone. “Which means your place is at home. You’re to be obedient and well-behaved. You’re to be seen, not heard.”