Chapter 16 Spanking Her Ass
Evelyn’s POV
With one sharp kick, Lorenzo shut the door behind us. He didn’t slow down, he just carried me across the chamber until we reached the private bar in the corner.
He set me down against the cold marble, his grip lingering just long enough to remind me I wasn’t free.
My breathing came faster than I could control, to the extent that air refused to enter my lungs. “You are playing with fire, Lorenzo,” I forced out.
He drew closer, every muscle in his arm flexing with restrained fury. His presence hovered over me, caging me in without chains.
“No, Eve. I’m the fire here.”
My eyes darted around the bottles glittering over the wooden bar. I wanted to pick one, smash it on his head, and run until I was out of this miserable place. But his eyes…..they told something different. Something I had not seen in him before.
He looked angrier than I had ever seen him before, so I couldn’t even bring myself to try something stupid.
I didn’t even know how to stop him anymore. When I pointed that gun at him, I thought fear would finally show in his eyes, but nothing worked. Not even that. It wasn’t until I turned it on myself that something cracked in him. For a moment, I saw it…..real fear. But I don’t know what terrified him more, losing something he considers his, or losing the pleasure of tormenting me.
My gaze found his eyes again, chest heavy with unspoken words.
“Are you going to punish me?” my voice cracked.
He stepped closer, and with each slow, deliberate move, the air around me thickened. I kept retreating without realizing it until the hard edge of the wooden bar pressed into my back, stopping me. Trapping me.
My breath hitched. “Please don’t harm me,” I cried.
His lips curled. “Really?” His voice was stern. “Moments ago, you were threatening me with your life….. and now you stand here asking for the same life to be spared.”
I forced down the spit that had been gathering in my throat. “No, I was not going to kill myself. I’m sorry. It won’t repeat itself again.”
He dragged a hand down his face with a sharp breath. “Can you stop using that silly word around me!”
I jerked back, my lashes fluttering.
He came even closer, leaving no space between us. The room felt suddenly smaller, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and his cologne.
His hand slipped into his pocket, and a second later, he pulled out his phone. The screen lit up and that was when I felt it.
A tingle inside me, making me lock my thighs with a faint gasp.
It must be the device. I had even forgotten that he placed something in me.
His smile widened dangerously.
“How does that make you feel?”
I rubbed my neck, forcing myself to steady. “It…. it feels like my body does not belong to me anymore.”
He smirked again, darkly. “Oh, my little human.” His hands went to the hem of my dress, drawing a lazy line along it.
“You keep tasting the monster inside me.”
“No,” I shook my head.
He pressed another button. The vibration increased, making me lose my sanity. “Lorenzo, please…. don’t do this.”
He grinned mischievously. “You called for it. I told you.” He dragged my dress up just a little.
“I warned you,” his voice was low, almost calm. “Every time you defy my orders, there is a punishment.”
“Just this last time, please….”
“No, Eve. There is never a last time with you.”
I felt the device rotating frantically, almost about to spread me wide. I clutched the edge of the wood, my toes barely touching the ground.
“Oh…..” I gasped.
Lorenzo yanked me back without a shred of mercy, my spine colliding with his chest, his hard length pressing demandingly against me.
My breath hitched. “W…..what are you doing?”
He lowered his mouth to my ear, his voice a dark caress. “Pretty thing….. I’m about to punish your sweet little ass.”
He didn’t let me think. He pushed my dress up, hanging at my waist. The cool breeze from the A.C greeted my skin.
The next moment, I felt a light spank on my ass. “What the….” A sharp sting settled at the spot.
“Sweetheart, it seems you are enjoying this way too much,” he groaned.
I shook my head. “No….”
“Spread your legs for me.”
He didn’t wait for my response, his thigh forced mine apart, pinning me in place. My fingers dug into the wooden surface, desperate for something to hold as I fought for even the smallest breath.
Every instinct in me screamed to fight him, to shove him away, to reclaim control. The urge pounded in my head, loud and insistent.
But my body….. my body betrayed me entirely.
This punishment, the way he touched me, felt nothing like pain. It was something else. Something dangerous. Something I shouldn’t crave…..yet every nerve in me came alive for it.
Lorenzo rubbed his palm on my ass and landed another spank.
“God……” The word came out from my lips, tasting sinful. I shouldn’t be mentioning God to this.
“You love to push me, Eve,” he whispered. “You have sworn never to kneel to me. For that, I’m never going to spare your body.”
My head fell back, and the ache from his hands spread through me, burning, yet impossibly addictive.
He brought his hand down again. And again. Each strike was softer than the last, warm against my skin, punishment that felt dangerously close to pleasure.
I bit down on my lip, hard, trapping the sounds that clawed their way up my throat. I refused to let them escape, not here. Not where his men could hear me. It would be humiliating after everything I’d just done. threatening him, standing my ground, only to crumble now and moan like I’d been waiting to be touched like this all along.
But God….. my body didn’t care about pride anymore.
Just when it was getting hotter, and I was gradually losing it, Lorenzo pulled away.
I wanted to ask him why he stopped, but that would only boost his ego.
His eyes waved with desire, like he wanted to enter my soul and eat me raw. “Little human…..you have no idea what I want to do to you now.”
My mind screamed. Do it…..show me. Teach me what it truly feels like to be a woman.
Instead, I blinked repeatedly. “I don’t care.”
A smug smile came to his face. “Laugh my ass out. I promise, one day, you will truly care.”
I didn’t utter another word. I just wanted to know his next move. Before I knew it, he walked across the room, went to a drawer, and came back with a document in his hands.
He tossed it at me with a careless flick, not even bothered to look at me.
“Here, sign this.”
My eyes darted to the paper. “What’s that?”
He hissed. “Open the damn thing, Eve.”
My hands moved in a daze as I flipped through the pages. My fingers brushed over the figures, my eyes trying to make sense of what I was reading, and God…. there was no explaining the feeling that hit me.