Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

The loud slap echoed through the villa and sent a hot jolt straight to my clit. “Mmm, you like it rough, don’t you?” he growled. I grabbed him by the jaw, nails digging in. “I do. But you only slap my tits and ass when I say so. Clear?” A dangerous smirk crossed his face. “Yes, ma’am.” “Good boy.” I released his jaw and pushed my heavy breasts forward. “Now slap my tits.” His palm came down hard across my left breast, making it bounce heavily, then immediately struck the right one. The sharp sting made me moan loudly, my nipples hardening into tight peaks. He slapped them again and again, watching them jiggle as I arched my back for more.

I mean anyone could tell, he needed to practice with another person and there was nobody here. "Sophie! Stop! I said no and I'm not changing my mind, what if you get hurt? Have you seen the difference we have in size? I could bend you in half so shut up and take your ass out of the ring," I gasped hitting his shoulder with as much strength as I could muster. Did he just- "That. Was. So. Rude. I hate you," I complained slapping his shoulders repeatedly. He gave me a bored expression before using one hand to push down my wrists and throw me over his shoulder. He ignored all my protests and put me down on the bench we previously sat on.

My legs come up and I kick out. Damian moves back. "So you want to play?" His eyes tell me how badly I've messed up. Shit. He grabs my legs in a tight grip and removes a larger ankle cuff from his back pocket. Now I really start to fight. A swift stinging slap lands on my hip. It hurts and works its way into my panicked brain. He slaps the same spot again and I stop struggling with a heavy exhale. "You have a safe word. If you behave like that again without using it, you won't enjoy the consequences." Flat. Final. And infuriating.

Fred was already filled with suppressed anger, he erupted the moment he heard those words. Smack! With a full swing of his arm, Fred delivered a powerful slap across Jasper's face. The crisp sound echoed loudly as Jasper was sent flying. The precious gift box slipped from his grasp and spun through the air, while Jasper himself tumbled violently, flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily into a wall with a loud 'thud'. As he hit the ground, a cloud of yellow dust billowed into the air. The wall bore a spider web-like network of cracks, a testament to the sheer force behind Fred's slap.

My hand swung back and then flung forward to connect. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, finally louder than the cries.

His strength became even stronger after he merged with the fiend soul's power the previous day. He was so powerful. Everyone was shocked. Skylar raised his right hand slowly. His figure was as fast as lightning when he slapped Grunt with a palm strike! Grunt's heart quivered when he sensed Skylar's lightning speed. He had no time to dodge, so he had to urge his internal energy and raise his hand to greet the attack! Grunt dared not be careless; he poured all of his internal energy into it! When the two palms collided, Grunt's body shook. He felt a gush of terrifying force coming his way before he took dozens of steps backward. Finally, he steadied his figure. His face was pale and weak, and

But the remnants of reason, of right and wrong, screamed in my mind. The moment his grip loosened on my hands, I seized the fleeting opportunity. A surge of adrenaline, of defiant strength, coursed through me, and I shoved him with every ounce of my being. The instant he stumbled back, my hand flew, a sharp, resounding slap echoing in the sudden silence as it connected with his left cheek.

His palm swung through the air and struck the side of my face. The slap was devastating. The sharp, explosive crack of his hand against my cheek echoed like a gunshot. The sheer physical force of the blow snapped my head to the side and lifted me completely off my feet. The world spun violently out of focus. I crashed down onto the hardwood floor, my hip and shoulder taking the brutal brunt of the impact.

With a cry, I ground my clit against his tight grip. He slammed into me and shaking that maddening hold on my pussy. “You’re close, aren’t you? I want you to come hard for me.” He removed that palm as I was about to come. “No! I need that, Roman!”—only to return it with a hollow slap to my pussy. “Oh. My. God!” “There you go. . . . That’s it, baby. I can feel your wet pussy preparing to come.” SLAP.The sound echoed around us as I tumbled over the edge.

Sarcasm drips from my words. Thane charges towards me with incredible speed, his elbow poised and ready. Just as he reaches me, he unleashes a powerful punch into the air. I raise my arms in the shape of an X and swiftly intercept his punch, my feet gracefully sliding backward from the sheer force of the blow. The sleeves of my shirt split at the seams on my shoulders due to my well-defined muscles.