Say Or Slap Questions Novels & Stories

"I need words, always kitten." "Yes, Alejandro. I wanted to find some answers" "And you get your answer, very soon." Hd purred in my ears. After of few minutes of sitting there awkwardly, I felt a sharp slap on my ass. I moaned loudly. "I want you to count with each slap ok kitten?" "Ok," I said nervously SLAP I winced He slapped me again but harder "I said, count." He said firmly SLAP "One," I said while I moaned.

Just two for now. "I asked you a question. We both know your answer was inadequate," I spoke softly. Two more stinging, open-handed slaps to her buttocks. "I have defeated you in battle," two more smacks. "I have repeatedly taken you by force as my captive," two more with her accompanying moan.

“Just get the fuck off me, or you are going to pay for it.” “What are you going to do? You fucking tied up if you have not noticed.” “Trayton is going to find me and rips your fucking head off.” “You can be glad I am not getting a damn hard-on. Otherwise, I would have ripped you apart.” “Shame you struggling to get it up.” SLAP “Watch your fucking mouth.” “The truth hurts, doesn't it.” SLAP SLAP “Just shut the fuck up before I waste your ass.” “You won't kill me. You want my ass around so you can do all that sick shit you want to do to me.”

*Slap* Hearing what she said, I gave her a hard slap that made her fall on her a**. Furious, I looked at her crying self and said, "What do you mean by an outsider?" Are you referring me to one? Did I even ask for your opinion? Who do you think you are to question me? When next I ask you to do something and you decide to question my authority, you will receive more than a slap from me you filthy fool." I said in warning before going to sit on the loveseat in the room. Calming myself down, "Now get your ugly self from the floor and call the rest of your filthy co-maids to get me ready for dinner."

"What else would it be?" That simple answer landed like a punch. She swayed. Then stumbled forward a step. It looked like she wanted to grab his sleeve and demand an explanation. Or maybe slap him. In the end, she did neither. She just stood there and laughed. A broken, miserable sound. "You've been waiting for this day the whole time. Back at that nightclub, when she slapped you... that's when you started noticing her, wasn't it?" My fingers tightened. I expected Matt to deny it.

Chapter 42 Sophie’s POV I pulled him away on his chest with all my might and gave him a resounding slap. “Are you crazy?” I said, my voice trembling with anger. “I just want you to know how much you mean to me. I see that you also want me; your lips want—” I didn’t let him finish. With a swift motion, I delivered another sharp slap, the sound echoing in the charged air between us. This one was louder, more forceful than the first.

I hate when they do that. 'My lil ho think she's all that in her leather dress and high boots?' SLAP 'My lil ho think she's gonna run the show?' SLAP 'Do you think you're better than me, bitch?' SLAP 'How 'bout I fuck that sweet lil ass for you, cunt? Huh?' SLAP SLAP The look of shock on his face when I pushed him easily off me was priceless, but the look of horror that followed when I ripped my wrists apart turned me on... badly.

Chad would not tolerate certain people, and those who could not communicate properly deserve to be slapped! "Damn it!" Smack! "You!" Smack! "Fucking!" Smack! "I—" Theodore wanted to curse, but Chad's raised hand made him reconsider. Yet… Smack! Another slap struck his face hard! Chad looked at Theodore coldly and asked, "Can you speak properly now? If you still can't, I'll continue slapping you until you do!" After that, he looked at his hand and said, "Oh, I guess you have really thick skin around your face. My hand is red from slapping you."

What kind of reason could justify a bodyguard slapping her employer’s husband in front of so many people? “What kind of reason is so important that it can’t be talked about in private? Why did he have to do this today and at my wedding?” My voice trembled, and I felt the rage nearly burn through my chest. “Well, maybe you really did something? Mr. Martin isn’t an unreasonable person.” I stared at Mom in disbelief. How was this my fault when I had been slapped? What could I have done? All I had done today was attend my own wedding. “What have I done? Tell me then, what have I done?” I questioned her. My voice grew louder, riling the guests up once again.

Slap! The slap came fast and unexpectedly, the sound of it echoing off the walls like a gunshot. Cathleen's handprint bloomed across Xavier’s face, red and damning. "This is all your fault," she spat out, venomously lacing her words. "The juice I drank tasted funny. Someone put something in that juice, and you are to be blamed for all this. What if it was Olivia? She might have given birth to your heir now, right? And you must be very happy since my daughter died."