"You can't be serious!" I bucked against Damien's iron grip, my heart pounding wildly against my ribcage. The position—bent over his lap like a misbehaving child—was beyond humiliating.
"Ten spanks," he said calmly, as if discussing the weather. "Count them for me."
"I will not!" I twisted, trying to free myself, but his arm only tightened around my waist.
With his free hand, he flipped up my robe, exposing my underwear—a thin black g-string that suddenly felt like no protection at all.
"Stop!" I gasped, mortification burning through me.
"Are you ready to count?" His voice was dangerously soft.
"This is assault!" I hissed through clenched teeth.
His laugh was dark, amused. "Is it? You came to me willingly, little luna. You made a deal."
"Not for this!"
His hand came down with a sharp crack against my exposed skin. The sting bloomed immediately, sending a shock wave through my body.
"One," he prompted.
I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
