Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Is he going to rape me? I wouldn’t have profiled my husband as a rapist, but I’m doubting every single thing that has led up to this moment. But I’ve never told Apollo no before. I’ve never had to. He was the one who created the distance. He was the one who put up the wall. Not me.
“You clearly don’t know who I am,” he says. “I take commands from no one. Especially you.”
My ass is completely bare. My pussy rubs up against the fabric of his pants with every move I make as I attempt to escape his hold. I have never been so vulnerable, nor humiliated, in my life. Or so I think…
Nothing could prepare me for what comes next.
I hear the sound before I register the pain. The palm of his large hand comes crashing down upon my ass—over and over again, in rapid fire. I remain completely inaudible as the man I vowed to spend the rest of my life with spanks me like an errant child in the back of a car while another man, I have yet to see through the tinted glass, drives on as if this is a common occurrence.
My silence is not because of submission, but out of utter shock.
Is this really happening?
Is my husband seriously spanking me over his knee instead of fucking me against my will as I had expected?
As each slap of his hand grows in intensity, so does the burn. A deep fire blazes not only on my ass but also throughout every inch of me. So much shame and embarrassment floods within me I can barely inhale. Blood rushes to my face, which adds to the lightheaded feeling caused by hanging over his lap.
“Stop,” I say again, though this time with much less conviction.
Apollo volleys several more spanks on my bare flesh with growing force. “Tell me to stop again,” he nearly growls. “Dare to tell me what to do.”
I should heed his taunt and say nothing more, but as I am finding out, I’m not exactly making the wisest decisions of late, or I wouldn’t be here in this car with Apollo at his complete mercy.
“You can’t do this to me.”
“I can.” He continues on with the spanking, one painful swat after another. “And I will. You think you know me because you and I are married?” The stinging blows never cease as he speaks. “But you have no idea. Not really. You’ll soon get a very intimate glimpse into the kind of man I truly am. And your first lesson’s right now. If you don’t follow my orders, there’ll be consequences.” He spanks even harder on the sensitive flesh where my ass meets my thighs. “This little spanking will be nothing compared to what I’ll do to you. So, I advise you to tread lightly and do exactly as you’re told. This is a warning. A small and easy warning.”
This was far from easy, and I can’t imagine how much harder this could get.
I bite my tongue and don’t say another word, hoping the punishment will soon end. But I can’t hold back the gasps and whimpers that escape through my lips with every searing swat to my flesh. It hurts! It fucking hurts more than I thought a spanking could. Apollo’s hand feels as if it suddenly has morphed into a solid piece of wood.
Apollo positions my legs so they are spread as far apart as possible in the position I am in. He then spanks my inner thighs, dangerously close to my exposed pussy. I hold my breath each time his fingertips graze the delicate, intimate flesh. His slaps on my inner leg aren’t as hard as he has been spanking on my ass, but the sting is far worse.
The cool air on my moistened sex heats my face. I want to scream, cry, shout out in disgust, but the shame and humiliation is so much that all I can do is muffle every noise that wants to come from within.
Maybe if I lay perfectly still and remain completely quiet, Apollo will stop the assault.
But Apollo has other plans than a simple cease and desist.
I should have known he wouldn’t avoid my spread and susceptible pussy.
The slap to my silky folds forces a sound from my lips that resonates between a moan and a whimper—both erotic and painful.
You can hear the wetness of my flesh against the fingertips of his hand. The sound fills me with the ultimate mortification, and I know there is no way Apollo will miss my body’s reaction to his force.
He doesn’t say anything—which I didn’t expect—but instead spanks me a few more times on the lips of my pussy.
Jesus. Can the driver hear the sound of hand smacking wet skin?
If Apollo doesn’t kill me and put me out of my misery, the embarrassment surely will.