Then she realized she had closed her eyes when he had told her not to.
But she didn’t get a chance to apologize. He grabbed her by the waist and bent her slightly, forcing her palms against the cold surface of the mirror for support. The next slap came sharper, followed by another, the sound of his hand striking her soft, sensitive flesh echoing through the room. Her cries mixed with moans, the air thick with heat and pain.
His other hand never stopped—the fingers buried deep inside her moved relentlessly. The sting of each blow made her clench around him tighter until the mix of pain and pleasure tore another orgasm from her trembling body.
“Don’t f*****g disobey me again,” he growled, leaning his torso against her back, his breath hot against her ear.
She should have been afraid of h
