Bouncer by Kim Jones Page 0,26
back, scooting to the center.
“Take your pants off.”
“I’m not taking off shit!”
“Either you do it or I’ll do it for you.”
I know her next move before she makes it. So when she digs her heels in to scramble off the opposite side of the bed, I grab her ankle and pull her back to the edge. She flips to her stomach and claws at the covers to get away. I pin her with my weight.
“So fucking stubborn,” I say low in her ear. I keep her pinned with my forearm and fist her pants and panties before ripping them down to the middle of her thighs. She flails but it’s pointless. The belt lands quick and sharp against her flesh.
Her breath leaves her in a whimper-moan.
My cock thickens.
“You…you—”
“I what?” I move my arm from her back and fist her hair, forcing her around to look at me.
She looks at me, and I see emotions that range from anger to pain to desire reflected back at me. “You can’t do this.”
“I told you I would. And if there is one thing you can count on, it’s me keeping my word. This is happening. Lie still and take it, and I’ll forget that you threw shit at me.”
“I asked you not to tell them. Why did you.”
Why indeed?
“Because, like me, they care about you. It didn’t feel right that I knew and they didn’t.”
She chews at her lip in thought. When she turns those big, brown eyes on me, I want to forget punishing her so I can bury myself inside her.
“I’m sorry I threw things at you.”
“That’s sweet of you to say, baby.” Unable to stop myself, I press my lips to the corner of her mouth, needing just a taste of her. When I pull back, I steel my gaze. “Now I’m going to make sure you never do it again.”
I loosen my grip on her hair and she buries her face in the covers. When I move my arm from the small of her back, she doesn’t move out of position.
I waste no time. I want this to be over so I can hold her. Kiss her. Smell her. Do all the things I’ve wanted to do since I left her this morning.
The belt lands and she stiffens. The next two come in quick succession. By the fourth, she finds her voice and her instinct to flee kicks in. I hold her in place as my belt lands again and again, making sure every inch of her ass is marked.
“You’re not fully recovered,” I lecture, not pausing my swing as I do. “Being pissed at me is not a good enough excuse to jeopardize your health. And you do not throw things at me.” I put a little more force into the next few licks and she screams into the mattress. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes!”
“Are we going to have to do this again?”
She struggles to catch her breath to answer me. “N-n-no, sir.” I finish up with three more licks to the meatiest part of her ass then drop the belt.
“Good girl.” My voice is soft. My fingers trace the heated flesh and she whimpers. “Hush. It’s over.” She deserved this. And fuck, I wanted to give it to her. But I also know this is likely the first time she’s ever felt the sting of a belt. So as much as I wanted to punish her, I want to take care of her even more.
When I touch her hip she flinches away from me and my heart sinks.
Fuck.
I remove her shoes and socks. Her pants and panties have settled around her ankles and I push them off too. I’m nervous when I lean down to pull her to me. Scared to death that I took it too far. That she’s scared of me now. That she won’t forgive me.
I swallow back the doubt and turn her to her side. Her hair covers her face, matted in her tears. “Come here, baby. Let me hold you.”
She immediately reaches for me and I place her arms around my neck. I stand and her legs wrap around my waist. I bury my nose in her hair and inhale. “I missed you so goddamn much.”
“I missed you too.”
“I know you’re feeling better, but you overexerted yourself today.”
“I just wanted to do my job. I need this paycheck.”
“You’ll have a paycheck, if I have to pay the motherfucker myself, Apple.”
When she looks at me this time, I see something she hasn’t shown me