Their Will be Done - Logan Fox Page 0,27

her pants, baring her panties. My fingers itch to delve inside her underwear, to touch her…but that’s not what we agreed.

I could have left her pants around her knees, but instead I draw them down all the way to her feet. I slip off her boots and slide her pants off, tossing them over the back of the couch.

When I touch the elastic of her panties, she stiffens. “Please,” she murmurs. “Leave them on.”

I should have ripped them off, but I fight back the urge. That thin film of fabric is inconsequential. If I want to admire my handiwork, I can do that when we’re done.

“Spread your legs.”

When she doesn’t obey, I kick them open for her. I run a hand over the curve of her ass and then up her plump cheek, massaging the flesh beneath.

She shifts again. “What are you doing?”

I’m not about to educate this girl on the intricacies of spanking. “Is that your first question?”

She shivers under my hand as she gives her head a violent shake.

My cock stiffens even more.

I take off my belt, willing myself to move slowly so I can warm up her cool flesh and bring enough blood to the surface.

It’s surprisingly difficult not to rush this part. The anticipation of hurting her is making me salivate.

I fold my belt in half and then again. I move close to her, my now straining cock brushing the curve of her ass as I reach around and press open her jaw with my fingers.

“Bite.”

“Don’t I get to ask my question first?”

I slap her ass with the flat of my hand.

She lets out an indignant yelp and glares at me over her shoulder. I hold up my hand, showing her my reddened palm, and her scowl fades a little. She opens her mouth and accepts the belt when I shove it between her pink lips.

“Face forward.”

Usually, I wouldn’t be bothered if she was making eye contact or not but I can’t pretend she’s a meek sub if she keeps glaring at me like that.

“This, then your question.”

When she doesn’t say anything, I smack her ass again.

“I need a yes, little girl.”

Her shoulders stiffen, but she doesn’t protest the name-calling. Maybe she’s finally starting to accept just what a fucked up deal she’s struck with me.

Soon, she’ll be begging me to stop, and this will all be over. Questions unanswered, I’ll send her back to her dorm, a newfound fear embedded inside her.

Deep, deep inside her.

Chapter Seventeen

Trinity

What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Trading slaps for intel? You’d swear I’d been dropped on my head as a kid. From the third floor.

My ass is already throbbing from the two smacks Zachary delivered. Fuck knows how I’m supposed to survive more.

But that’s not what’s bothering me the most about this. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear this was turning me on.

Which is ridiculous, of course. What the hell is sexy about having a belt shoved in my mouth? Or the way I’m drooling around the leather? Or the fact that I’m standing here in my underwear, waiting for him to start spanking me?

But if this is what it takes to get the answers I need—

My teeth sink into Zachary’s belt as a hard slap thumps onto my ass cheek. I’m so surprised, I don’t even cry out.

Whipping my head around, I stare at him with shocked eyes. I reach to take the belt out of my mouth so I can tell him he’s hitting me too hard, but I don’t get very far.

I catch one glimpse of the dark lust in his hooded eyes before he grabs the back of my neck and pushes me down again.

The next time his hand connects with my ass, I scream.

When I start squirming, he tightens the grip on my neck.

Slap. Slap. Slap!

I yell out wordlessly and grab his wrist, trying to pull his hand off my neck so I can straighten.

He steps back, and I stagger to my feet.

I snatch my yoga pants from the back of the couch. He doesn’t stop me. My breath hitches as I try to ignore the stings on my backside.

“Fuck!”

“All right there, little girl?”

I grimace at him. “That was five,” I tell him breathlessly. Well, technically it was seven, but I have a feeling the first two didn’t count.

“So ask your question.”

I lick my lips. “How did you end up in the basement?”

A massive erection bulges behind his jeans.

How can anyone enjoy hurting someone else? Even though I said yes, this