Freya's Sugar

Chapter 11

Third Person p.o.v

    In an instant, Freya was pulled over Zion's lap. Ass in the air and wrists gripped so she could not get away. 

"You didn't even give me time to answer" Freya whined as an effort to convince Zion to not go through with his threat

"I gave you multiple chances." He grunted out

    But if Zion was being honest, he mainly wanted an excuse to see his handprint on Freya's ass. Although, he was peeved about her not answering, he would've been more patient if he didn't already crave touching her more.

    Zion had lifted Freya's dress up so her behind was now displayed to him. Zion sighed in content as he ran his hand over her, almost in awe of how he convinced her to be his. The first slap wasn't very hard but it only made Zion crave doing it more.

    Each hit grew harder and harder. At first Freya had been able to put up with it and found at least some pleasure in the action but as Zion got more and more lost in his obsession, she found it to be more painful than anything. 

    Tears began to leak from her eyes and Freya now actively tried to get away. Zion didn't notice, however. He was so lost in the jiggle of her ass every time he hit her and how his hand print would show up each time. It wasn't until Freya accidentally let out a sob that Zion finally broke out of his trance. 

"f**k baby. I didn't realize I was hurting you." Zion sputtered

    Freya couldn't answer through the sobs. Zion lifted her back up and cradled her in his lap. Zion deeply regretted hurting her, as it was never his intention. He started to get pissed at himself for getting so caught up in his own desires that he stopped paying attention to Freya's well-being.

    "I-I want to go home." Freya croaked out causing Zion to suck in a breath