Asshole.
“Thinking the word counts too, you know.”
I suck in a deep breath, trying to keep my expression very neutral; which is pretty hard, given how he’s running the paddle threateningly over my ass.
“We’ll start with twenty.”
Twenty? We’llstartwith twenty?
“What the hell? What do you mean, twenty? I can’t take twenty smacks ofthat! Besides, I’m only nineteen!”
“Uh huh. And one to grow on.”
“What the hell? That’s cheating!”
“Honestly, it should be one hundred,” he continues smoothly, “since that’s how many years you’re going to be stuck with me. So take it like a good girl, or it’ll be one hundred.” He rubs the paddle over me again and I clench my jaw, trying very hard not to give him a reason to carry outthatthreat. “Maybe it’ll be one hundred anyway.”
“Logan!” I protest weakly.
“Fine, fine. Get ready, brat. Three… two…”
Crack.
“Fuck! Ow! Fuck!” I jump up, startled, then cry out when the pain blooms in my ass about a second after impact. “You were supposed to smack me after one, notonone!”
“Huh. I wasn’t aware you made the rules.”
“I didn’t make the rules! That’s just what people do! I wasn’t ready, you whacked me on one! You should’ve whacked meafterone! Holy crap, Logan, that hurt!”
He chuckles and positions me against the boulder again. “Fine, I’ll whack you after one. Anything for my birthday girl. Now, don’t move, or I’ll add an extra one. This one won’t hurt like the other one.”
Crack.
“Logan!” I whine, dancing around with pain. “That hurtworse! You promised!”
“I promised it wouldn’t hurt like the other one. And it didn’t, did it? It hurt worse.”
“Asshole!”
“Uh huh—look at that. You’re moving. Guess I’ll tack on thatextra one.”
“Logan…”
Somehow, I make it through the next few without moving. But goddammit, he hitshard. Just as hard as with his hand, except he’s got a paddle. Every stroke of it makes me see white.
“I can’t… do it anymore…” I sob against him, after the seventh one, feeling his stiff cock press against my stomach.
He kisses me while rubbing the sting from my sore cheeks. “Want to say red, birthday girl? Hmm? You can say red.”
I shake my head, sniffling. “I just don’t… I don’t want to beableto do it…”
He pauses, clearly puzzled.
“I don’t want to be standing up… I don’t want to have to stand still and take it… I want you tomakeme take it. I don’t want to think, later on, that I could have stopped it… please, Logan…”
He looks at me, and I can just detect something in his eyes, something like sadness and pain mixed in with a question. “I don’t want to hurt you, Lia,” he says at last.
I snort. “Pretty sure youdo.”