Page 143 of Forbidden Fruit
“Wrong answer.”
I flip her onto her stomach, her ass in the air, on display, vulnerable, waiting.
My hand comes down hard. The crack echoes. Her gasp is sharp.
“You don’t make decisions like that without consulting me,” I growl, spanking her again, softer, but just as meaningful. “You’re mine, Blair. That means something.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she breathes, voice shaky.
“Sorry isn’t enough.”
I bury myself inside her with a controlled thrust, inch by inch, watching her crumble beneath me. Her walls clamp down around me as I set a punishing pace.
“You don’t get to decide what is or isn’t a big deal when it involves my woman,” I snarl into her ear. “And my rules.”
She moans, her voice breaking apart into shattered pleas and half-finished apologies.
“You have a choice: he moves out, or you do. You’re not living with him. Understood?” I say, my grip on her hips iron.
“But, oh fuck,” she cries out as I drive deeper. “I can’t afford…”
My hand cracks against her ass again. “I’ll buy you the whole damn building if that’s what it takes. Now answer me.”
“Yes, Sir. I promise.”
“That’s better.”
I slow my thrusts just to torture her, to make her feel every inch of my control. “And if you ever pull some shit like this again, you’ll regret it more than you do now.”
“I won’t, Sir. I swear.”
“Good girl.” I soften just enough to press kisses along her spine, grounding her through the intensity.
Her cries grow louder as I quicken the pace again, pounding into her, relentlessly.
“It’s too much… please,” she whimpers, reaching back toward me.
I catch her hand mid-air. “Move it again and I’ll tie you down.”
She does it again.
No hesitation this time, I spot my belt on the floor and grab it. “Give me your hands,” I order, my rhythm unyielding.
“No, Sir…”
A spank silences her protest. “Don’t make me ask twice.”
She trembles, then finally gives them up.
I bind her wrists snugly, then resume. Her cries become sobs of surrender and pleasure, helpless to the rhythm I force on her.
“Oh my god, Sir!”
Somehow, here in this moment, all I want is to hear her scream my name and not sir.
“What’s my name, Peach?” I growl.
“Ahh… I…”
