Page 38 of Killer Confections

THWACK!

He doesn’t hold back. The hand that lands on my right cheek brings a stinging pain with it that’s so centered it causes my teeth to grind. My eyes water as a moan of protest leaves me.

“Stop!” I shout, my voice wavering as my tears build.

A hand smooths over the reddened flesh of my ass,massaging the area. His ocean blues cut into me through the mirror, his brows pulled close as he gives me a displeased look.

This is so humiliating.

Yet my body is alive, humming with something I’ve never felt before. I shouldn’t feel this way about my stalker taking advantage of me. It’s taboo and unorthodox, but as my core gives another desperate clench, I feel the wetness coating my folds. I’m confused by this, so I try to reason it down to my body’s reaction to being touched so intimately.

It’s just my body’s response. I’m not turned on.

Do what he says and he’ll let you go.

I need to get away from him.

“One,” my voice sounds quiet and tremulous in the silence that blankets the kitchen.

His chest rumbles in satisfaction as a deep, guttural sound of approval leaves him. My whole body tenses, my thighs rubbing and my skin feeling far too sensitive.

His hand rises in the mirror again, and my eyes widen as I brace myself against him.

THWACK!

“FUCK!” I shout when his hand comes down over the same spot as the first time, that hot, radiating pain making my skin tingle as a deep ache begins.

I feel too empty.

My cheeks are flushed as I observe the wanton and drunk woman in the mirror.

What’s happening to me?

A hand rubs over the sensitive area that’s sure to be bruised by the morning. It’s soothing, as if he’s attempting to give me some comfort during my punishment.

“Two,” I breathe, my voice becoming hoarse.

His hand rears back, and I close my eyes as two fierce slaps land on the same spot.

THWACK!

THWACK!

My teeth grind, and hot tears well, spilling down mycheeks. I can feel something dripping down my thighs and shame punches through me.

My channel gives another squeeze, tightening around nothing, and I squirm.

“Three,” I squeak when that big hand caresses the tender skin before gripping the area hard. “Four,” I rasp as the pain turns into a heated tingling that has my legs rubbing together.

I feel something hard below me. A rod of flesh, his dick, as it presses obscenely against my side.

He’s big.

The thought is startling and I try to ignore it. Now isn’t the time to—

THWACK!

“OH!” I’m wholly unprepared for the slap. Pain shoots through my backside and I groan. “Five.”