Page 92 of Joey

He drops his head low again, pressing his mouth against my ear. “This night can end one of two ways, baby.”

“And how is that?”

“You can stop acting like a brat and I’ll carry you to bed and fuck you, or you can keep glaring at me like that and I’ll bend you over this vanity and spank that ass.”

There’s a part of me, some mysterious part inside my soul, that refuses to back down from a challenge. It’s probably going to get me killed some day. My lips spread into a snarky smile. “Or there’s the third option.”

He cocks one eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

“You leave me the hell alone and I go to sleep.”

Taking a minuscule step back, Max pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. Oh shit. How much worse did I just make things for myself? A sick thrill makes my skin tingle as I wonder how he’ll punish me this time. But when he lifts his head, the arrogant asshole is smirking at me in the mirror.

“What’s so funny?” I snap.

“Oh, baby girl,” he says in a voice so low and menacing, a shiver travels from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. “I am going to enjoy spanking this ass so fucking much.”

I watch him in the mirror as he starts unfastening his belt, and my stomach lurches. Max is huge and strong and he’s going to spank my ass with his belt. What the hell have I done? Did I finally push him too far? “I’m sorry,” I whisper, shaking my head and flinching away. “I’ll be good.”

“Too late.”

I try to escape, but he keeps me pinned to the vanity. “M-Max.” I suck in a deep breath at the sound of leather sliding against the fabric of his suit pants.

He fists a hand in my hair, pulling me toward him until my back is flush against his chest. “Breathe,” he says softly.

I suck in another deep breath as my heart hammers in my chest.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” The word leaves my mouth on instinct.

“So, relax.”

Relax? When you’re about to bend me over and spank me with a belt?But when Max pushes me down, bending me over the vanity, I offer no resistance. He slides my dress up over my ass, rubbing his huge hands over my warm skin and making me whimper. His hands on my body never fail to make me wet and needy.

“I love this ass, Joey,” he groans. “Fucking it was a goddamn honor.”

Wet heat pools between my thighs.

He dips a finger into my pussy, and to my annoyance, I moan loudly.

“And you’re so fucking wet, baby. So. Fucking. Wet.” He punctuates each word with a thrust of his finger, and my knees threaten to buckle. He’s still gently finger fucking me when he slaps my ass for the first time, and rather than causing me pain, it sends a wave of bone-shaking ecstasy rolling through me.

“Fuck,” I whimper, chewing on my lip because I’m already so close to the edge and I don’t want him to stop.

He spanks me again, and his palm strikes the meaty part of my ass cheek, leaving a tingling warmth behind. He continues to spank and finger me until my vision blurs and I’m teetering over the edge of ecstasy, ready to fall into oblivion.

Then he stops.

A roar of frustration bursts out of me.

“I know, baby. Soon,” he says, his tone soft and soothing.

He picks up his belt, but I don’t have the energy to look back and see what he’s doing, so when the sound of leather cracks through the air, there’s no time to brace myself for the burning strike.

The unexpectedly intense pleasure makes me scream his name. I never thought pain could feel so good, could make my poor throbbing pussy even hungrier for him.

“Yeah?” he grunts as he spanks me again.