His intensity is overwhelming.
It’s hard to make eye contact with him like this, but I try, and my eyes squint involuntarily. “Yeah, I get it,” I sigh. “Again, I’m sorry.”
His eyes narrow as if he’s deciding whether my words mean anything. “I need to make sure you understand.”
“Wha—.” My words trail off as I’m hoisted from the barstool and over his shoulder, and he carries me to the living room where he places me on the couch, sitting down beside me.
Without fanfare, he grabs me again and pulls me over his lap.
Roughly, he yanks my shorts down, swiftly followed by my panties.
“Wha—.” I don’t finish the thought.
Is he really doing what I think he is?
I twist my body to stare up at him, eyes wide. I’m in shock, being manhandled in this way.
But at the same time, my body betrays me, a coil of anticipation streaking through my core.
“I need to correct this,” he says, his firm hand gripping a cheek, hard.
I flinch preemptively, clenching.
His palm cracks against my cheek, and I cry out at the sharp sting. I squirm on top of him, feeling exposed, afraid of his strength and the anger behind it.
“Will you ever keep anything a secret from me again?” He spanks me again, harder this time.
“No! No. I won’t!”
He raises his hand and pauses, palm hovering, like he’s deciding if I’ve earned the next one. “Do you promise, Ivy? Or do you need me to keep showing you how serious I am?”
Tears pinch the corner of my eyes. My ass is on fire, and I can feel the welts forming. They tingle, and I’m sure they’ll morph into bruises over the next couple of days. “I promise! Please!”
“You fucking do what I say, Ivy. You understand?”
“Ye—yes.” My body rages against itself, a heady mix of fear and desire competing with each other.
He flips me over, grabs my hips and dives between my legs.
He bites my clit and I scream, my voice echoing against the living room walls.
He’s being so rough, but it feels good at the same time.
And there was no asking here. Just taking, claiming. Punishing me for something I didn’t even know was wrong.
And then—just as quickly as this all started—he pulls away.
“Sit here and think about what you’ve done,” he says. “Think about the lesson you just learned.”
Then he stalks off, down the hallway to a door I hadn’t really noticed before.
He enters, without looking back, and closes the door firmly behind him.
SOREN
I want to fuck the lesson into her.
But I can’t.