Page 65 of His Runaway Mate

I put my feet on the floor for all of ten seconds before he picks me up and carries me to the bathroom.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping an eye on you.”

“I can pee on my own,” I say.

“Can you? Because you just said you want to go and free your people, and I have already told you that’s not an option. But you’re not ready to listen when I give you instructions, so I don’t think you’re going to listen to me. And that means you cannot pee on your own.”

“I won’t go and let them out,” I promise. “But I need to go to the toilet. Now.”

He lets me go, but I am sure that he is waiting just outside the door. When I come out, yeah, he’s outside. He’s leaning against the door frame. He gives me a look as I emerge, a dark kind of appraising stare. He’s wearing black pants and a black shirt. It’s the sort of attire that suits anyone from a CEO to a waiter, and it suits him especially well.

I am starting to feel a little more normal now. A good day of rest along with food has returned a lot of my energy. I still feel traumatized as hell by what I’ve been through, but it’s starting to fade away just a little bit.

“I think it’s time I deal with you,” he says.

“Deal with me?”

“You can start atoning so your people can be freed from confinement,” he says.

“I don’t want to atone,” I say.

“I’m sure you don’t.” He picks me up again and carries me off to the bed. Now would be a good time to tell him that I have to go and pee again, but I don’t think that’s going to work. I think I am in trouble, and I think that trouble is about to really hit home.

Rex sits on the bed and stands me between his legs. The last time I was in a position like this, it went very badly for me. Some part of me wants to crawl over his lap already and just get this lecturing part over. I’m not in the mood to be confronted with my sins.

“Now, listen to me,” he says. “You know you messed up. I don’t need to tell you that, but I am going to tell you that because I think you need to hear it from me. You’re never, ever going to do anything like that again.”

“Yeah. I get it. You must have spent a lot of money to get the bedroom fixed up so quick.”

“And then there’s the glass,” he says. “I didn’t know it needed to be reinforced, but now I do.”

“It looks better,” I tell him. “Thicker. More expensive. I did you a favor.”

He doesn’t smile. Not even a little.

“You could have killed yourself going through it,” he says. “You are very fortunate to be alive. For so many reasons.”

“I know,” I say. Maybe I can portray being sorry enough to avoid the worst of the punishment that is coming my way.

“You shifted and you ran because you were angry with me. You did not speak to me, even though I was asking you to,” he says. “You were violent, impulsive, and ferocious—but you were also wrong.”

I try to keep up with that sentence, then give up and let him do what he’s going to do.

“I know I fucked up,” I tell him. “And I know you’re angry with me, and I get why. What I did sucked. It was really thoughtless and entirely fear driven, and it made everything worse, and I felt like I was saving myself and you and everyone else a whole lot of trouble. I was wrong.”

“You were,” he says, finally putting me over his knee. Pinned down over his lap, my naked body pressed against the fine fabric of his pants, I once again feel the complete loss of control.

His palm meets my ass in a hard slap, and immediately I am thrown into the pained experience of having my ass spanked. He keeps the tempo up, spanking me hard and fast.

“Don’t ever do anything like that ever again,” he lectures. “No running, no hiding, no open rebellion that makes life hard for us. If you want to give me attitude when I ask you about ice cream, you can find yourself right back here.”

I wonder if he realizes how light the words are compared with how intense the whole experience was. It sounds like I acted like a brat about ice cream. Instead what I’m really thinking about is biting the throat out of a man who wanted to fuck me.

“I’m never going to let you go, and if something does happen, and you’re gone from me, I will never stop hunting you.”

He pushes my legs open and starts spanking the insides of my thighs and the backs of my legs, running all the way up to the middle of my cheeks. He is spanking almost every spankable part of my body…