Chapter 23
THEA
I didn’t expect to walk out of school and see Massio there waiting for me. No, that’s a lie. I suppose I did. At least, I was hoping he would be.
The intensity behind his stare made my heart constrict, and while the world moved around me, I remained still, trapped in his orbit. I want him, and judging by the way he stares back at me, he wants me too.
He’s not going to allow my little antics to go unpunished, and I guess I’m quite looking forward to what he’s about to do. How messed up is that?
My feet move of their own accord, and when I slip into his SUV, I breathe in his familiar scent, but this time, it’s laced with alcohol.
Oh shit, he definitely showered in the pink hair dye.
I swallow hard, and he cups my face in an action that can only be described as delicate.
The heat of his skin against mine seeps inside me, settling the chaos in my mind.
“When we get home, you have two choices. You go to your room and lie on your bed so I can punish your bratty ass.” He strokes my cheek, and I long for him never to release me.
I’ve never had someone look at me the way he does, touch me like he’s unable to help himself.
“Or you go straight in the shower and go to bed. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” I whisper, unsure how I managed to form the words.
“Good girls get rewarded. Little brats get punished,” he says, in a husky voice that goes straight to my core.
When he finally reverses the car, my heart thuds with anticipation, and all I can think about is how much I crave his touch.
There’s no way I’m taking the second option, none at all, and something tells me he’s counting on it.
I lean over the bed and cling to the sheets, anxiously awaiting the sound of the bedroom door. It feels like a lifetime before the click engages.
A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest, and I bite my lip to repress the smile forming on my face.
He steps up behind me. “Such a dirty little brat. Torn between being good but wanting desperately to be punished,” he rumbles. My cheeks heat. Oh god, he’s right, this is me complying but eager for punishment too. A total contradiction, if ever there was one.
The sound of his belt being pulled from his pants causes wetness to gather in my panties as I imagine him lowering them.
Are we going to have sex?
I close my eyes and will myself to remain indifferent. This is it; this is the moment he’s going to take me. A whimper leaves me, and he chuckles, making me wish I could swallow it back down.
“You’re so fucking needy, Little Brat.”
He’s right, I am, but what he doesn’t know is, I only have this reaction toward him.
“Are you like this for every man who pays attention to you?” he croons, and his finger flips up my school skirt.
“N-No.”
He trails his finger over the flesh of my ass, then hooks it into my panties. “Only you,” I admit meekly.
“Hmmm …” He pushes my panties into the crack of my ass one side at a time, exposing both cheeks to him.
“It better only be for me, Little Brat. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes.”
An unfamiliar sound whips through the air, and the sharp slap of something against my ass forces me to cry out, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s hit me with his belt.
“Say you’re sorry for being a brat.”
Again, the belt sails into the air and cracks me hard, causing me to jolt into action. “I-I’m sorry for being a brat.”
“Again!”
The pain slices through me.
“I-I’m sorry for being a brat.”
One apology after the other is followed by the crack of his belt against my bare skin.
My cries are ignored, and when the belt drops to the floor, relief floods me.
I go to move, but his hand wraps around my neck and he pins me to the bed.
“You’ll stay still while I take what I want from you,” he grits out, and a thrill sparks inside me. I’ve taken my punishment, and now he’s rewarding me with himself. “You owe me this.”
I nod dutifully. He has no idea how much I want this, need it.
While the punishment was painful, I couldn’t help but give myself over to it, welcome it almost, and when his cock brushes against my sore ass, a flood of arousal fills my panties.
Oh god, this is it.
He’s going to put it inside me.
I was good, and now he’s rewarding me.
“That’s it. Be a good girl.” He groans, and the pleasure in his voice is unmistakable.
“Please,” I beg. “Please.”
The sound of his skin slapping against my ass is undeniable. Oh god, that’s hot.
“Fuck, yes. Beg for it.”
His fist moves, and every so often, it brushes against my burning skin, igniting a pleasure inside me like no other. I need this. I need this so bad.
“Please,” I practically cry.
“Fuuuckkk,” he roars, and something hot splashes against my skin.
I blink.
It takes me a moment to realize what just happened.
We aren’t about to have sex, and I’m not about to receive pleasure.
He slaps my ass hard and releases my neck, then stands.
“You need to learn to be a good girl, Little Brat.” He laughs, and fury fills my bloodstream as I roll onto my back to face him. “Good girls get rewarded. Little brats get punished.” He winks.
Then the bastard leaves the room, taking my pleasure with him.