Suit (The Twin Duo #1)(47)

Paxton placed both my hands flat on the counter and spoke hateful words. “I’m done. I’m so fucking done with this shit, Gabriella. What the fuck do you want? Do you need it branded on your ass?”

I heard the loud crack to my ass before I felt it. It stung way worse than the last time. I was wet, water dripping from me to the floor. A painful grunt escaped my lips, but I didn’t answer. I didn’t talk. Not one word.

“Aahh,” I called out with the next crack, feeling every inch of his hand contacting my ass. It hurt, but it wasn’t like the pain from my accident. The burning on my ass cheeks traveled straight to my sex. Every time Paxton slapped my ass, my throbbing nub grew more and more impatient, swelling with excitement.

With a fistful of hair, Paxton delivered five ghastly slaps to my ass. I called out after every one. I just wasn’t sure if it was from pain or pleasure. More than likely, both.

Paxton jerked me to the floor after the fifth blow. That moan was from the pain. It shot clear up the back of my leg, but it was brief. It subsided as soon as I repositioned it a little. Still holding my hair, Paxton released his erection and shoved it into my mouth, straight to the back of my throat.

“I’m done playing with you, Gabriella. Enough is enough. No more of this nonsense. Okay?” Paxton questioned in a quiet, loving tone while his fingers stroked my face and his dick moved in and out of my mouth.

I hummed on his shaft, tasting saltwater from his fun in the ocean. I purred again when his hand reached to my nipple and he twisted, pulling it into a hard bead. He moaned a few more times while he deep-throated my mouth and played with my wet nipples. My lips made a popping sound when he pulled all the way out and dropped to one knee.

He didn’t have to do much coaxing for my hand to latch on and take over for my mouth. With one hand on the small of my back, he fingered me, sliding his hand from my clit, to the pucker in my ass. My neck arched to a painful position when he yanked my hair back. We kissed while he fingered me. A finger in my ass, one inside me, and a thumb dancing around my clit. My hand pumped hard, jacking him off like never before.

“Fuck, Paxton. Please let me come,” I begged through quick, sporadic breaths. His hand completely stopped. Dammit. It was that F word. The thumb stopped circling my ache, his finger slid out of me, and the third one stayed put. Right in my ass. He pushed in a couple times, letting the feeling of an impending orgasm linger. Of course it didn’t linger long. Paxton slid his finger from my ass and stood again.

My mouth opened for his cock, but he didn’t give it to me. He gave me his balls and told me to suck them. I sucked while he pumped his dick and moaned.

“You’re nothing without me. I gave you this. I gave you all of this, and I can take it all away. Including the girls. You’re nothing. Welfare scum. That’s it, my pretty girl. That’s what you are. You wanted to be mine, remember, sweetie?”

I hummed on his balls that time. I didn’t care at the moment. I would be his slut. If he would let me get off, I would agree to be his slut for the rest of my life. No questions asked. I was that desperate.

Paxton took his balls from my mouth and cocked his leg. He lifted his sack out of my way and told me to lick him. I looked up to him, eyes smoldering with adolescent rebellion, and back to his pucker. I swallowed and prepared myself. I don’t know why. It wasn’t gross at all. The only thing I tasted was saltwater. I’m not sure whether Paxton enjoyed my tongue lashing or not. He didn’t keep me there long. I had a feeling it was part of his game. He used it to humiliate me, degrade me, and put me in my place. Only it didn’t really do that. I didn’t feel reduced at all. I felt liberated, and I was more turned on than ever.

Paxton lasted about four strokes after he moved back to my mouth. I’m sure he would have made more of a show out of it had Ophelia not called from the door.

“Daddy, we’re done with our snacks now. Can we go to the Collins’ house now?”

“I’m coming, baby,” Paxton called back. He was coming. Right down the back of my throat. He jerked himself a couple more times, making sure I got every last drop. At least he was kind enough to help me to my feet. He put himself away, back to his swimming trunks, and ordered me what I was to do next.

“Get ready. I’ll lay your clothes on your bed.”

“I don’t want to go.”

“I know,” he admitted with a kiss to my nose. “That’s why you’re going.” One more crack to my ass and he was gone. I thought about taking care of the ache myself, but I didn’t. I obeyed, feeling the pulsating in my clit when I turned my branded ass toward the mirror. Paxton’s hand prints blanketed my butt cheeks. I could see where every slap had been placed. Every welt.





Chapter Ten


I tried to wear the maxi dress Paxton laid out for me. I couldn’t do it. The thing was hideous. Did I buy that? God, I hoped not. I was sure I didn’t wear animal print. Especially zebra print. No way. To keep from fighting about it, I took a dab of lavender lotion and stained it. He wouldn’t want me wearing a dress with stains. Not Mrs. Pierce.

I chose an all-black one instead. The stitching was done in white, the straps were white, the outline of my breasts were in white, and the slit going up my right legs was trimmed in white. Same thing, different dress. Maybe a little more revealing, but Paxton liked that. I applied makeup, a hairpin to the top of my head, and red lipstick.