Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I rest my hand on her ass again, to remind her that punishment is only a breath away, and she better answer as truthfully as she possibly can.
"After your phone disclosed information to the rivals, twenty-five thousand dollars hit your bank account. Are you telling me that you didn't notice that?”
She doesn't respond again; she knows what that means. Anger surges in my chest as I secure her over my lap and give her six hard, relentless smacks with my palm. She flinches with each one and still doesn't respond. I shake my head, willing and able to punish her more. I shift her on my lap so my fingers reach her breasts, cup one and finger her nipple.
She gives a quick, sharp intake of breath. "What are you doing?"
Will she tell me no? Will she tell me to stop it? Is she going to try to tell me that she doesn't want this?
But… she's responded really well to my praise. She has a natural submissive streak a mile wide, whether she wants to admit it or not.
So while I finger her nipples, I watch her reaction. I watch the way her cheeks flush pink, how she involuntarily parts her thighs. I dip my fingers between her legs and feel the evidence of her arousal. A dark, powerful sense of possession washes over me.
No one will ever touch this woman again. No one else will question her.
I will get the truth out of her one way or another, but every shudder of pleasure in her body belongs to me. I long to taste her, to devour her, to feel every spasm of ecstasy that crashes through her body when I make her sing for me.
"I'm questioning you."
She doesn't respond, but her breathing hitches and gets quicker when I stroke between her legs. Gentle, tender. Then my fingers close around her nipples and tweak, hard. She screams and arches her back.
"I asked you a question. I can tie you up and whip it out of you. I could use other forms of torture to get my answers and you know that no one else will hear you. No one’s coming to rescue you.” I could restrict her breathing, threaten to hurt her. But she's a delicate woman, and I can't allow myself to do anything that would cause permanent damage. A good spanking or whipping she'll recover from quickly.
Which is good, because something tells me I'm going to have to rely on that method a little more often.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Vivia
I’m lying over his lap feeling helpless and furious and so aroused I could scream. It isn’t fair how quickly he strips me not only of my clothes but of my pride, my dignity. I have nothing to hide behind with every slap of his palm and stroke of his finger. Nothing.
"Now answer the question."
Part of me doesn’t want to answer the question because I’m embarrassed. Another part of me truly doesn’t have the answers, and further, I don’t want to tell him the full truth. I know I betrayed my family, even if ignorance was my biggest sin.
I can’t hide behind silence anymore. He will do everything in his power to make me tell him everything.
“Yes. Yes, fine. I saw the deposit. At first, I wasn't sure where it came from. I get an allowance from my brother, but it’s… less than that.” Not much less, but he doesn’t need to know that. “I didn’t think much of it because I have a credit card and all my expenses are met.”
He can’t hide the note of derision in his tone. “So twenty-five grand wasn't a blip on your radar for you then, was it, little princess?"
I grit my teeth, fully aware of the fact that he can and will punish me when I talk back, but I don’t care right now. “I hate it when you call me that."
That earns me three more searing smacks of his palm.
"No, it didn't bother me. I wasn't sure where it came from, and I didn't care. "
I didn't care because I was planning my escape. And I figured wherever that money came from, I would use it to get the hell out of Dodge. That plan went to shit, and I'm not telling him because it'll get back to my brother. And if I ever escape this, I'd be in indefinite lockdown for the rest of my life.
"So you didn't know that was a payoff for information directly related to Marialena?"
I tell him honestly, “No.”
"You didn't know that the information was sent from your phone with the information they retrieved?"
I squirm over his lap, scared of what can happen next, when he asks me something I can’t answer.
"No."
He strokes his palm over my sore ass, and I try to steel myself so I don’t feel, I don’t respond.