Chapter 70 SPANK
Ixora gasped, yelling out loud. From the pain rather than shock.
“If I were you, I’d keep my voice down. Mummy and Daddy are downstairs, you wouldn’t want them to find out what their little daughter has been up to lately,” he whispered, close to her ears, his voice sending sensual shivers down her spine.
Slap.
It came again, more stinging, yet pleasurable than the first.
Ixora hissed, burying her face in the bed, releasing muffled screams.
“The second rule is...” Slap. “Honesty.”
Ixora’s breath grew ragged, her body betraying her as usual. She was supposed to scream and have her parents walk in. That way, he’d stop bothering her, but she was trying so hard to hold them in... to prevent her parents from hearing them.
If anyone had told her that being spanked like a child was this pleasurable, she’d have denied it.
She didn’t know what was pleasurable in it; it was from her boss, her tormentor, the man who had claimed her as his, or the fact that her parents were downstairs while their daughter was getting intense pleasure in the name of punishment.
He released her hand and covered her mouth with it.
Slap.
Ixora bit into his hand, muffled screams escaping her throat. She threw her head backward and bit her lips, feeling the warmth growing down her core.
It was supposed to hurt her, but each harder strike made her core clench. Each soothing pause filled with his hand over the burn made her backache, and each time he attempted to squeeze her bare ass, she bit deeper into his palm until her teeth couldn’t stand it because of excess spit.
“Good girl,” he chuckled darkly, releasing his hand from her mouth.
She would have widened her eyes if she weren’t between pain and pleasure because this was the first time she heard him chuckle.
He began rubbing the spit hand across her ass, as a lubricant, perhaps.
“This one is for even thinking of saying yes to him.”
Excruciating slap.
“Ahh!” She screamed out, feeling her wetness sliding down to her thighs.
She didn’t care if her parents came in at this point. She couldn’t hold them in again.
It was a brand that she had already belonged to him.
Her ass had turned red at this rate, the same as her face.
She was so messed up that she felt it would start dropping on the bed.
“And this is for thinking you could attack me at the hospital.”
Slap.
Ixora screamed out again, tears of pleasure sliding down her cheeks.
She was battling between the need to keep hating him for ignoring her for days and the desire to let herself submit to him.
She hissed when he trailed his hand from her thighs, which were flooded with her wetness, up to her core, but not the place she needed.
Shamelessly, she spread her leg, giving him access to touch her clit, but he stopped right below it.
She tried grinding her way to his hand, but a single flicker of his finger on her thigh made more tears pour out.
He flipped her around, pushing his body between her as he straddled her hips.
“Don’t think of saying yes to another man.”
He was ordering her, and she was nodding as if she had no control over her actions anymore.
His eyes darkened with desire, and he trailed wet kisses, stopping right at her throat.
Ixora’s chest rose and fell as her breath turned uneven. She ran her hand across his back, digging her nails.
Each kiss, sucking and nibbling of his lips against her, made her release sounds she hadn’t made before.
It reminded her that she already belonged to him.
It was as if he were the one controlling her moans this time around.
The thought of her parents coming into the room had rolled off completely.
She tried unbuttoning his shirt.
“Not so fast.” His voice was broken between the kisses.
She was sure he’d leave another mark on her.
Her hands fell on the bed, each one, letting out an undefined desire.
She hissed, feeling frustrated.
Her clenching core and her pulsating clit needed to be worked on.
She grabbed his shoulder and tried grinding her hips against his abdomen.
He went higher on his knees, depriving her of it.
“Fuck you,” she breathed, hating the fact that he was toying with her.
She felt the huskiness of whatever he said vibrating in her throat.
He pulled his lips away from her neck and trailed the same kiss down to her stomach.
She tightened her grip on the duvet when she felt his lips on her lower abdomen.
He kissed every line, every angle and every edge of her abdomen, still not going to the part she wanted.
She raised her hips, but with a single touch of his palm on her hips, she lay back on the bed.
“What do you want?” he asked, trailing the kiss to her ear, avoiding touching her breast as well.
“Shut up.” Her tears fell more.
This was more than the spanking punishment. He was making her body crave him in the worst imaginable way. She was willing to do it, but he was punishing her. Cruel.
He stopped after sucking her earlobe and took his eyes to her face, only to smirk at her tears.
“My firefly,” he whispered huskily, kissing both corners of her lips.
He slapped her inner thigh, going in circular motion when she tried to kiss him.
“Ouch,” she moaned, her eyes pleading desperately for his touch.
“Don’t be in a hurry. You have to earn every one of my touches,” he muttered, his eyes darker than hell.
“I hate you.” Her voice cracked, and her eyes burned with lust.
He rubbed both hickeys he had given her... the one at the side of her neck, and the other one on her throat. Both signs that she already belonged to him.
He belted her neck, causing her eyes to roll up.
He leaned near, close to her chin, and whispered. “That will be taken back when I take you to the seven wonders of the world, and an answer to each one of them.” His voice was raw and deadly like the word sin.
Ixora’s thighs trembled, and her nails dug into her palms.
He released her neck and traced an invincible line in-between her breasts.
Thankfully, she was not wearing brassieres, else it would have felt like nothing.
She arched her back, lowering her body, wishing he’d touch her.
But he didn’t. Never touching.
She looked shameless and completely messed up right now. Her hair, her gown that was pulled half her body, her G-string that was soaked and felt embarrassing for him to look at.
And then, he stopped.
He climbed off her, making sure to devour her with his eyes. His body loomed, draping his shadows all over her. His shirt was already rumpled, but it still clung to his skin, showing his every hard line of muscle. But he didn’t touch her. Didn’t kiss her. Didn’t finish what he started.
Ixora lay there, stunned, breathless, the fire within her reaching to the point where exploding was the only option left.
He let her devour him with her eyes before taking a step backward.
“W... where are you going?” Her voice cracked, broken between desires.
A smirk appeared on Drexton’s lips, tauntingly. “Home.”
Ixora blinked rapidly, slightly opening her mouth.
“Sleep tight, firefly. Sweet dreams,” he said, his voice raw and jagged.
He turned and spared her a last glance before leaving through the door.
Ixora shut her eyes, reminiscing about how he had come into her room, messed with her and left through the door.
“Through the door!” she screamed inwardly, snapping her eyes open.
Her parents were downstairs.
She stood, hurriedly pulled down her gown and rushed out of the room.
She got to the sitting room and saw her parents’ heads lying on the table.
There was no sign of Drexton again.
What had he done to her parents?
She wanted to rush to them when she got a text.
Drexton: Wouldn’t let them ruin their little daughter’s punishment.
She saw the contents on the table and knew he had sedated their meal.
Slowly, she realized her parents weren’t even conscious during the whole time... she could have rushed out of the room.
He lied to her about her parents. Jerk.
But would she have run out if she had the opportunity?
She closed her eyes, relieving the effects and his touch again.
A punishment meant to increase her cravings for him.
At this point, she doesn’t think she can ever get away from him again, not when she wants him to destroy her. Completely.
One thing was for sure: she’d make sure to get back at him, eventually.