Hard Hitting Questions Novels & Stories

Then he leaned over my back still moving inside me and said right in my ear “I’m gonna ask you a question right now and you better answer fast or I’ll spank that pretty ass so hard you’ll feel it tomorrow.” I was still catching my breath from how deep he was. “What question?” He thrust hard once. “Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” “Yeah obviously,” I snapped back quick. He chuckled. “Good girl. That’s one. Now here’s the deal. I’m asking you ten questions total while I’m inside you. Answer right away no thinking no wasting time or you get spanked for each one you miss. Got it?” I nodded fast because I was already turned on and a little scared and a lot excited. “Fine. Ask.”

“You want me to touch you?“ Sensing my frustration, he asks as if it’s the most natural thing to say. Like a starved slut, I bob my head up and down, agreeing that I crave his touch. Instead of a soft touch, I feel a hard spank on my butt. “Ouch!” It hurts. But I haven’t done anything. Why did he hit me like that? It’s as if he can read my mind because he speaks once more. “You open your mouth and speak when I ask you a question.” [Pa!!!] Another harsh sound fills the room as he hits the same spot as earlier. It’s as if he calculated everything and landed the second hit in the same place when I nodded the second time. “Aah!” I scream, jolting from his thighs.

One way out. Tall one walked closer. Baton tapping his palm. “Boss says you’re valuable. But not so valuable you can’t bleed a little.” He swung. Baton cracked across my ribs. Air exploded from my lungs. Pain flared white-hot. I bit down on a grunt. Short one grabbed my hair, yanked my head back. “You like pain, rich boy?” he asked. Another swing. This one to the thigh, my muscle cramped, and i tasted blood as i bit my tongue.

The other is aiming a silver-net launcher straight at Sienna. Maddox barrels in behind me, shifting mid-air and slamming the net guy through a console in a tangle of fur and fangs. I go for the needle freak. He dodges my first swipe and tries jabbing me in the shoulder. I twist at the last second—the needle skims my fur and shatters on the floor. The liquid hisses where it touches stone. “Bad batch,” I snarl, lunging again. This time, I get him. Claws sink into his chest as I slam him through the table. His fangs snap inches from my throat. I headbutt him hard enough to crack his skull, then rip his fucking throat out.

My heart slammed so hard I thought it might break. And one question rang in my head, sharp and terrified and impossible. What the fuck?

Stop! She was literally running for her life, terrified, with the only person she dared to ask for help and yet here she was ogling him and trying to imagine him naked. Her boss, of all people! Totally off limits under any circumstance. Virgil must have really rattled her brains with that hard smack to her face. "I hate to damage the merchandise," he'd said, "but you have to learn to take orders. Ya know?" Thinking of it now she touched her cheek where it was still sore and flinched at the contact.

“Come on, hit me. Come on you little pus—” Before he could even get the words out of his mouth, Ryan wound up a heavy right aimed straight for Marcus’s face, but just like before, Marcus saw it coming from a mile away. He ducked underneath and sent a hard-left hook at Ryan’s rib and boy oh boy. That shit connected. “Uggghhh” he groaned in pain but barely had the time to recover when Marcus sent his own right straight at Ryan’s face, sending him plummeting to the ground just like before.

Her jaw set, a hard look crossed her face, as if daring me to make another attempt. "Answer the damn question," I shouted, striking my hand down on the table with an explosion that splintered the air. It was like a slap, a sharp stinger that demanded attention. Visha's anger flashed in her eyes, but she offered no concession. "No, I'm not going to answer," again she said, fast and unyielding.

Unbelievable What is it with people thinking they can get away with hitting me?