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Smack!

Hearing the delight in Jacob’s voice disgusted me to the pit of my stomach. He was enjoying hurting me, my theory confirmed when he adjusted his position, and his solid erection dug into my stomach.

My screams fell silent. Who was this man holding me hostage over his knee and causing me unbearable pain? It wasn’t the kind, thoughtful man, who only hours ago, gifted me an entire art studio as a way of apologizing to me for refusing to let me attend college.

“Nine,” I whispered when the next whack came, before sinking my teeth into my bottom lip and refusing to let out the scream lodged in my throat, my mind zoning out from my current predicament.

Numbness swept through me as the next blow came, followed by my whispered count. When the final strike landed and a muttered “eleven” left my mouth, I didn’t dare to move. Not until Jacob had allowed me to. His heavy pants filled the air, and even though I couldn’t see him, I knew he was staring at my ass.

It took every ounce of effort not to flinch when he cupped my ass cheeks, not just from the inferno blazing across my tender skin, but because I wanted nothing more than to scrub his touch away with bleach.

“You did so well, angel. Is there anything you’d like to say to me?”

I swallowed down the bile inching further and further up my throat. Words lingered on my tongue, tasting like acid as I forced them out. “I’m sorry for how I behaved.”

“And?”

My heart stuttered. What else did he want? “And…I’ve learned my lesson; I won’t behave like that again.”

His body relaxed, and he moved his leg off mine. Stupidly allowing myself to believe that it was over, panic flared to life again when Jacob slid my panties the rest of the way down my legs before helping me to stand.

My knees almost buckled from the fire spreading through my lower half; if it hadn’t been for Jacob steadying me by gripping my waist, I would have hit the floor.

Unable to meet his eyes, I kept my gaze trained on my feet, desperately holding back the waterfall of tears that wanted to flow free. But Jacob tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at him.

A satisfied grin covered his lips as he stared down at me. “I’m glad that’s over, angel. Thank you for your apology.” He released my chin to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Now, take your dress off.”

“What?” I asked, caught off guard by his demand.

His eyes narrowed on me. “I asked you to take your dress off. Of course, you can refuse, but…”

He trailed off, but he didn’t need to finish his sentence for me to know what he meant. If I refused, I’d be back over his knee for another round of ten with his palm.

With shaky fingers and nausea swimming in my stomach, I slowly lifted the hem of my dress up and over my head, tossing it on the floor, along with removing the kitten heels from my feet. Jacob watched intently as I stood before him, naked.

I hadn’t given it a second thought about not wearing a bra when I slipped the dress on earlier; never did I think I would be made to take the dress off without having something to change into.

Jacob’s gaze roamed over my body, his tongue darting out to swipe his bottom lip when his heated eyes landed on my breasts. The flush in my cheeks deepened as his hand stroked over the bulge in his pants.

“Perfect,” he whispered. “So fucking perfect, angel. Now lay down on the bed, and let me feast on your cunt.”

I wanted nothing more than to tell him to leave me the hell alone, but I couldn’t take any more pain. The fire in my ass was worse than ever, burning hotter whenever a light breeze danced inside from the open doors.

Biting my lip to stop it from wobbling, I climbed on the bed, wincing when my butt pressed against the silk sheets. I gritted my teeth against the agony coursing through me, and lay down as instructed.

Jacob prowled toward me, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off. My pulse lurched into frenzy, but instead of it racing from my attraction to Jacob’s body, it was beating to a rhythm of don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me.

His pants followed next, swiftly joined by his boxers. Yes, I’d seen him naked when he was swimming, but never this close, and my eyes widened when my gaze landed on his thick erection.

A knot of anxiety tightened in my chest, preventing me from breathing. Was Jacob going to have sex with me?

“Jacob, I-”

“Shh, angel,” he said, wrapping his hand around his length and stroking his shaft. “I’m not going to fuck you. Not tonight. I just want to make you feel better.” He crawled onto the bed, moving up my body to hover above me, with his hands on either side of my head. “Relax, sweetheart.”

Relax? How could I relax when my ass was on fire, and his touch made me want to scrub my skin raw?

Oblivious to my jaw clenching, Jacob lowered himself and began kissing a path down my body. Goosebumps spread over my skin as a pool of excitement grew in the pit of my stomach against my will.