Say Or Slap Questions Novels & Stories

I know deep down, she’s boiling at the thought that I could have truly escaped and all her efforts will be to waste. I didn’t speak a word and that must have annoyed her a great deal because she slapped me hard across the face. “speak when I ask you a question, bitch”. The slap stung like a bitch and I know I’ll be feeling the impact on my face for a while. It’s definitely going to leave a mark, that’s unavoidable.

Slap! It was loud and clear. The guy was stunned from the slap. He looked at Alex in disbelief. “What the f*ck?! How dare you hit me?!” “Your mouth is full of sh*t!” Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Alex raised his hand and gave him another four slaps, knocking off a mouthful of his teeth. He coldly said, “Curse at me one more time and I’ll shut you up for the rest of your life.”

But yet, I didn't care. I raised my hand and slapped him in the face. “ That's” Slap “ For” Slap “ Hurting” Slap “ My” Slap “ husband!”

“Change of plans, folks.” They turned to look at me, slowing in their tracks. “You slap him hard enough just once,” I continued, “and you two walk away. Lesson learned, unscathed. And when I mean hard enough, you have to draw blood.” Alina gasped, but I pushed on without glancing at her. “It’s either you slap him palm flat, or give him a fisted hit, in the mouth or nose. Wherever. Just…draw blood.” They both stared at me as I spoke, clouds of different weather falling on their faces.

Slap Slap “Don’t you dare call me a bitch, you fucking psycho? You had an affair with my husband right under my roof. Liam, on the other hand, you will never have him. Although you birthed him, I am his mother. I will fight you to the death. That letter you are holding holds no significance for me.”

*Slap" "But if you ever." *Slap* "Call my kids." *Slap* "Bastards." *Slap* "Again." *Slap* "I will show you how bad of bitch I am." *Slap* "Let me go...lemme fucking teach her a lesson." A arm lace around my waist. Kicking the air and trying to pry the arm off I spit at her soaked figure. "Damn you."

My cheeks got even hotter as I realized I liked it…and I wanted more. “This is what you get for breaking my rules,” He leaned in, and I moaned deliriously as his crotch slightly dug into my backside. “You’re going to be hooked on my cock once I fuck you, no?” Fuck, this was so dirty and so, so, wrong. He leaned back and I squealed as he landed another slap to my ass, hard, “Answer me when I ask questions, Kitten.” “Yes, I’ll be…” He cuts me midsentence with another slap. “Didn’t I tell you to speak only when I tell you to?”

He asked as I raised my brows confused with his sudden question. "Edde I can't answer that, what kinda question is that? I have the right to fuck around if I want we are not married for real! You're just a rapist in form of a baby daddy that I mistakenly fell for, you expect me not to sleep with other cool men when you go around fucking women of different shapes and sizes!… Huh!? You're such a selfish cunt!" I yelled as he landed a hard slap on my left and right cheeks that I could get the taste of blood in my mouth. I could suddenly feel my head spinning as my view was upside-down just then everything around me turned blank. ©Pop Precious

"Please what? Please stop slapping your pretty hole or please keep licking it while you call me daddy like a good boy? Make up your mind baby. You're talking over yourself now and it's cracking me up. One second you're yelling at me to stop and the next you're pushing your ass toward my face. Pick a lane." "Both! Neither! I don't know!" He snapped back, voice rising into something that sounded halfway between anger and tears, still fuzzy around the edges but waking up more with every slap and lick. "It hurts when you slap it... stings so bad... but then you lick and it makes everything fuzzy again..."

“Fortunately, nothing can kill you. Only weaken you.” He pressed the elevator button again and stepped halfway inside before I suddenly stopped him. “Zane.” He turned back. “…Yes?” I hesitated shortly before speaking. “How do you feel when you get slapped?” Zane blinked slowly. “…When I get slapped?” “I mean… how do you feel? How do you want to react?” I clarified awkwardly. He stared at me suspiciously. “What’s this about slaps?” “Can you just answer the damn question?” Zane scratched his jaw thoughtfully. “I’d feel disrespected, and I’d probably want to hit back. Or do worse.”