Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
"Thorn!" I cried out, feeling like a child throwing a temper tantrum.
But I didn't care. I wanted him to help me. He'd promised I'd be able to dance one last time. He couldn't back out so soon after making his promise... could he?
He was standing in the center of the room, his fingers on his chin as he looked outside into the gardens through the large French doors leading out onto the balcony. He looked so handsome in the sunlight it took my breath away and made me wonder at the thought that this man was mine. But the thought didn't last long because the guard grabbed my arms from behind me and manhandled me so roughly I screeched.
"Fucking let go," Thorn growled, and the man let go of my arms as if they were on fire, lifting his hands in the air.
"Okay," he said apologetically. "Sorry, you said not to disturb you, and..."
"Get the fuck out," Thorn told him menacingly, and when the guard's gaze lingered on me, he added a low warning. "NOW!"
He got out in seconds, leaving only my man and me with the bubbling anger in the pit of my stomach.
"You bastard," I said angrily, launching myself at him. "You let Marchante go! You promised I would train! You promised I'd get one last dance!"
"Woman, calm down," he ground out at me, and I hissed at the sight of him fighting a smile. "Stop hitting, you little whore. You're not doing any fucking damage."
"I don't care," I cried out, suddenly even more enraged that he wasn't admitting what the problem was and just dealing with me like I was a nuisance. "I want him back! I need to train!"
He snarled and grabbed me by my hips, and I shrieked as he sat down on a couch and placed me on his lap. He pulled my leotard aside, revealing my naked ass and pussy while I hit his legs with my little fists.
"Let go!" I demanded, but he merely laughed at me, as if I was only an annoying pest he could swat away.
The thought came just as his hand landed on my ass, making me shriek sharply as he hit me with full force.
"Ow," I cried out. "That hurts! I did nothing wrong!"
"Shut the fuck up, little slut," he growled into my ear, making me moan despite my best efforts to stop the sound from escaping my lips. "You don't get to barge in here just like that. Didn't the guard tell you I'm busy?"
"With what?" I asked huffily, and he grabbed me, turned me over his lap and exposed my pussy.
I squirmed on his lap but he held me down firmly, a hand on my ribcage and another holding my legs open.
"You're about to see," he muttered against my hipbones, toying with my leotard and making the fabric dig into my pussy.
I cried out, needing him to take it further and at the same time hating him for making me feel that way. The way he toyed with my mind was that of a master manipulator, and I wanted to hate him, but every cell in my body screamed out for me to submit instead.
He let go of the fabric with a snap and I yelped when it settled back in place and I was turned over again, my ass exposed and sore from the spanking it had already gotten. It was then that I noticed the large screen in front of where Thorn was sitting, and the second I did, it came on, and a familiar face appeared on it. I soon realized it was some kind of video call, and buried my face in the crook of Thorn's arm. The man started smirking when he saw Thorn with me on his lap.
"I take it you're having fun, Mr. Thorn," Carina's father said pleasantly, and Thorn smoothed a hand over my ass, grinning easily to confirm the man's thoughts.
"Having a bit of an unruly situation today," he said easily. "Nothing that won't be beaten out of her."
To confirm his words, he hit my ass so hard I gasped and let out a cry when the sting settled in. I glared at him with all the hatred I could muster up.
"I hate you," I whispered at him, squirming on his lap, but it only made him smile at me.
"Oh, Harlow!" Carina's father said pleasantly as if the whole situation was perfectly normal. "How nice to see you. How are you doing?"
"She goes by Rose," Thorn ground out, and I stared at the screen defiantly. "And as far as you're concerned, she isn't here. Now, any news?"
"Not much," Carina's father said lazily, his eyes gliding over my naked body. "Still docile. Obedient. A good girl."
His eyes slid over me appreciatively and I wanted to bite his dick until it came off.