My cock stiffens even more.
I take off my belt, willing myself to move slowly so I can warm up her cool flesh and bring enough blood to the surface.
It’s surprisingly difficult not to rush this part. The anticipation of hurting her is making me salivate.
I fold my belt in half and then again. I move close to her, my now straining cock brushing the curve of her ass as I reach around and press open her jaw with my fingers.
“Bite.”
“Don’t I get to ask my question first?”
I slap her ass with the flat of my hand.
She lets out an indignant yelp and glares at me over her shoulder. I hold up my hand, showing her my reddened palm, and her scowl fades a little. She opens her mouth and accepts the belt when I shove it between her pink lips.
“Face forward.”
Usually, I wouldn’t be bothered if she was making eye contact or not but I can’t pretend she’s a meek sub if she keeps glaring at me like that.
“This, then your question.”
When she doesn’t say anything, I smack her ass again.
“I need a yes, little girl.”
Her shoulders stiffen, but she doesn’t protest the name-calling. Maybe she’s finally starting to accept just what a fucked up deal she’s struck with me.
Soon, she’ll be begging me to stop, and this will all be over. Questions unanswered, I’ll send her back to her dorm, a newfound fear embedded inside her.
Deep, deep inside her.
Chapter Seventeen
Trinity
What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Trading slaps for intel? You’d swear I’d been dropped on my head as a kid. From the third floor.
My ass is already throbbing from the two smacks Zachary delivered. Fuck knows how I’m supposed to survive more.
But that’s not what’s bothering me the most about this. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear this was turning me on.
Which is ridiculous, of course. What the hell is sexy about having a belt shoved in my mouth? Or the way I’m drooling around the leather? Or the fact that I’m standing here in my underwear, waiting for him to start spanking me?
But if this is what it takes to get the answers I need—
My teeth sink into Zachary’s belt as a hard slap thumps onto my ass cheek. I’m so surprised, I don’t even cry out.
Whipping my head around, I stare at him with shocked eyes. I reach to take the belt out of my mouth so I can tell him he’s hitting me too hard, but I don’t get very far.
I catch one glimpse of the dark lust in his hooded eyes before he grabs the back of my neck and pushes me down again.
The next time his hand connects with my ass, I scream.
When I start squirming, he tightens the grip on my neck.
Slap. Slap. Slap!
I yell out wordlessly and grab his wrist, trying to pull his hand off my neck so I can straighten.
He steps back, and I stagger to my feet.
I snatch my yoga pants from the back of the couch. He doesn’t stop me. My breath hitches as I try to ignore the stings on my backside.
“Fuck!”
“All right there, little girl?”
I grimace at him. “That was five,” I tell him breathlessly. Well, technically it was seven, but I have a feeling the first two didn’t count.
“So ask your question.”
I lick my lips. “How did you end up in the basement?”
A massive erection bulges behind his jeans.
How can anyone enjoy hurting someone else? Even though I said yes, this is just…it’s fucked up.
I guess Jasper was right. Zachary is a sadist.
He cocks his head a little. “Too vague.”
I frown at him as I slide a cool hand behind my underwear. My skin feels hot to the touch, and stings when I touch it. How much will it hurt putting my pants back on? For now, I keep them bundled against my stomach.
“Who took you there, to the basement? How did they catch you?”
“That’s two questions.”
I grind my teeth. “Who took you to the basement?”
A fond look crosses his face. “My parents.”
“W-what?”
“Is that your next question?”
“N-No. But…you have to explain. I mean…your parents?”
He surges forward, grabs my hips, and flips me over. I claw at his arms as he tries to pin me but somehow, he gets a hold of my wrists and holds them against the small of my back.
When he kicks open my legs again, my stomach bottoms out.
“No, wait!”
“So many questions, little girl,” he says, his voice barely altered from the strain of keeping me in place. “Looks like we’re going to be here all night.”
There’s no belt in my mouth when he slaps me. My teeth clamp down on instinct, and I bite the inside of my bottom lip. A trickle of blood seeps into my mouth.
I let out a Hollywood-style scream that’s part rage, part agony.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, shoving away from me.
I hurriedly spin around, ready to fend him off if he tries to pin me again.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he growls as he bends to pick up his belt from the floor. He loops it through his jeans and buckles it up before pointing at the exit, one eyebrow quirking up in a silent command.
My mouth works for a second before I find words. “No, but—”
“You obviously don’t have the stomach for this shit,” he says, stepping so close that his erection brushes my belly. “Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
I keep my ground, but barely. Every molecule in my body wants me to flee, but my mind keeps spiraling in on those two words. I won’t be able to sleep until I know more.
His parents.
His parents?
I swallow hard and force up my chin. “We had a deal.”
He huffs mirthlessly through his nose. “There’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity.”
“I’m not being brave or stupid,” I snap back. Without taking my eyes off of him, and while trying to ignore the fact that my hands are shaking, I grab the front of his belt and start unbuckling it.
He drops his eyes, watching my fingers work. Then he studies me through dark, thick lashes. “The fuck are you doing?”
“We had a deal.”
“Not with a belt. You’re nowhere near ready for that kind of punishment.”
For some unfathomable reason, my insides pulse at the way he says that word.
Punishment.
I wasn’t sure before, but I am now. This thing he’s doing to me? This is turning me on. I don’t get it—I don’t even think it’s possible—but nothing else can explain the way I’m tingling down there. When I move, I can feel how wet I’m becoming.
“It’s so I won’t scream,” I say quietly after another hard swallow. “Unless you want to use my underwear again?”
His eyebrows draw together. “Tempting, but no.”
Before I can move away, he grabs my bottom lip and tugs it down. “Something to bite down on works better.”
I nod as if I already knew this and pull his belt free from its loops. I fold it like he did, and hold it an inch from my lips. “Ready when you are.”
He lifts his head as he closes the distance between us, his dick now pressing hard into my soft flesh. I try to ignore it, but it just stokes the fire already building in my core.