Chapter Seventeen: Safe Words

My heart skips a beat when I feel a tightness around the skin of my wrists, and I wince slightly, trying my best to take a glance at what he is doing. But he holds me in place, and when I struggle against his grip, he slaps my ass.

Hard.

"Ah!" I yelp, sinking back into the bed as I feel an electrifying feeling course through me, a stinging pain that makes my core slick with juices.

Damn, that felt good.

"That's what you get when you don't do what I say," he rasps, his voice a deep mix of irritation and smugness. But I wanted him to spank me again, so I fought against his grip once more, and this time he slaps my pussy.

I moan out loud, arching my back further as my eyes roll to the back of my head. I am on cloud nine, and my body eagerly craves the sensations he gives me.

"You're enjoying this too much," I hear him say, but his tone holds no annoyance, just fascination. "You're going to regret disobeying me if you keep that up."

It is an obvious threat, but I am a fool who loves to tre