Paxton suddenly let go of me and backed away. “Then go. Walk out that front door and go.” He gestured toward the door while I just stood there. My eyes shifted to his serious, stern face, then to the door.
“Where the hell would I go? You won’t tell me anything about anything. Where are my parents? My sister? I know I have a sister. You want me to remember, but you won’t help me to remember. I’m not your property. You can’t own people,” I countered right back. I couldn’t help it. He was impossible.
Weariness crossed his forehead in two lines, just above his strained eyebrows, the same two I’d seen many times now.
“You wanted this. You knew what I expected before you ever agreed to any of this. You wanted it, too. Now you think you can just come in here and change the rules. It’s my fucking game. Either play my way, or get the fuck out.”
“Why is it so hard to talk to me, Paxton?”
“Tell me where you were and I’ll tell you everything you want to know,” he responded, tone lowered to an uncharacteristic calmness.
I clamped my eyes shut with a deep sigh. Back to square one. It was hopeless. Paxton wore blinders. Blinders that he would never take off. Not for me, anyway. I was forced to go by his arbitrary rules. No rhyme or reason. Just because. Because Paxton said so.
With my hips cocked to the side and a fuck you glare, I spun out of his arms and bent at the waist. I slowly peeled the Velcro away. You want a submissive, you fucker…? There you go.
I took my good old time, ass in the air, purposely exposing all. The sound of Velcro being pulled apart amplified like a scratch in the air with the next strap. Inch by deliberate inch, I peeled it away. Once I had nothing else to occupy my time with, I stood, again, taking my time. I may have even arched my back a little a little for show.
I flipped my hair over my shoulder with a jerk and glared back at him, expecting to find him glowering at me. Nope. Not even close. Paxton had his feet spread apart and his arms crossed, wearing a smile. He was amused. I amused him. His hand went to his crotch and he grabbed himself as he stepped toward me. Again, he didn’t do what I expected. The muscles in my neck had already contracted, waiting defensively for his hand.
That was the first spanking—that I remembered, anyway. I wasn’t expecting it with the way he’d positioned his body. His chest pressed to my left shoulder and his hand met my ass with a loud crack. My body reacted with a jolt. “Keep it up. I have an idea for later,” he said as a threat, lips touching my throat.
My heart pounded in fast beats while my mind tried to catch up. Paxton’s hand soothed the sting on my ass with gentle strokes. I did nothing. I said nothing. I felt nothing. Dumbfounded, I didn’t know how to react.
“Later?” I blurted it like a croak, and I don’t even know where it came from. I hadn’t even been thinking it.
“Yes, later. We have to go to Lane and Candace’s first.”
“Oh.” Again, that’s all I could think of “Can I take a shower now?”
“You asked. Good girl. That makes me happy, and my dick hard all at the same time. I think I’ll fuck you later,” he whispered as he murmured hot words against my neck and then my lips.
He yanked my naked body to his, one hand in the center of my back and one over the faint sting on my ass. I sort of melted into him with a kiss. I didn’t mean for it to get emotional. It just happened. I relaxed into him, pressing my chest into him, while my hand slid slowly up his arm. Paxton took two steps, slamming me against the shower wall. His kiss was desperate, animalistic.
I didn’t know what to think. My head spun in circles while emotions took over my body. Feelings that I didn’t like. That I didn’t want.
The more desperation that came from Paxton, the more it saturated me. Passion ignited, exploded in my core. My body liquefied erotically into his, and I tilted my head, begging for more. His lips fervently ran down my throat and sucked.
But just like that, he stopped.
Paxton raised his gaze with a stunned look, like he was dumfounded for a second.
“Get ready,” he ordered hoarsely. Paxton cleared his throat and stalked away.
I stared after him, feeling more confused than he looked. What the hell just happened? I felt—ambushed.
I used my shower time to reflect on the fire that had seared between us briefly. Something euphoric and intoxicating. Not just lust. It was more than that. It sort of made me feel like the Dilaudid did in the hospital. Light and floaty. My fingers gently ran over the scar on the back of my head as I contemplated what just happened.