Page 78 of Captive Ruin

Maybe she wanted her pussy spanked. She couldn’t bring herself to ask for it, so instead, she calls me a dick.

I almost laugh.

There are plenty of options on the shelves. A scented body lotion. A decent-quality moisturizer. Bath oil, but that might irritate. Then I notice a bottle of coconut oil for her hair, open and more than half full.

Perfect.

When I walk back in, she hasn’t moved. She’ll call it obedience, or maybe prudence. I call it desire.

I set the bottle on the nightstand, beside the tub of Ben & Jerry’s. It’s sitting in a pool of melting ice, and I move it to the floor, brushing the water off before it leaves too much of a mark.

Amelia scoffs. “Bit late, isn’t it?”

“I’ll buy you a new nightstand,” I say dismissively.

“Or get your billionaire friend to do it for you.”

That sounds critical. “Are you objecting to how I saved your gallery?”

“Bastien Fournier saved it.”

That irritates me more than her less subtle insults. “You want me riled up, don’t you? You want me to take it out on you.”

“No, that’s not—”

“Oh, I think it is.” I lay a hand on her raised ass, and she shivers at my touch. “You know what kind of man I am, yet you’re not quailing, are you? Gentle sex too boring for you? Do you want to be pinned down and fucked hard?”

“You’re… fantasizing.” She spits the word.

“If I am, it’s your fantasy.”

She scoffs. “What would you know?”

“More than you think.” I’m tempted to tell her. The videos of her in this very bed. The whispered echoes of my words. I have them all saved on my phone, and I’ve watched them countless times.

She huffs in disbelief. “That’s just ego talking.”

I clench my jaw. For now, I’ve reached my tolerance. “Amelia. Be quiet.”

She senses it too. Maybe it’s the use of her name, and not ‘Little Stray.’ Maybe my tone. Either way, she goes still, saying nothing.

I look down at her, taking her all in. Her perfect skin. Her elegant, naked back. The way her ass is lifted with the pillow beneath it, as if in offering. Her pussy, glistening with arousal.

So fucking beautiful. So much mine.

I pick up the bottle of coconut oil, flicking open the cap. She tenses, watching me. The first drip lands on her ass, between her cheeks, and she jerks like she’s been spanked. A whimper escapes as more drips follow, and her arms lock up, hands pressing against the headboard.

Interesting reaction. Is her ass virgin?

The thought sends blood shooting to my cock. If I thought I was hard before, now it’s almost painful.

Her ass gleams with the oil, while her cheeks are still red from the spankings I gave her. Her breathing comes quick and short as she anticipates what’s about to happen.

And she hasn’t spoken a word since I told her to be quiet.

“How does that feel?” I ask, if only to hear her voice again.

“How do you think it feels?”