My heart pounded in my chest as I stood there, her eyes burning with anger. I couldn't believe what Killian had just said to me.
The words hung in the air like a poisonous cloud, and I could feel her temper flaring. And worse, the bastard was kissing me with no care in the world.
Without thinking, I pushed him away from me with a force that surprised both of us. He stumbled backward, clearly taken aback by my sudden aggression.
"What the hell, Catalina?" Killian exclaimed, rubbing his chest where I had shoved him.
"You have no right to talk to me like that!" I shouted, my voice quivering with rage. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, and my hands clenched into fists at my sides.
The room felt suffocating, the tension between us palpable.
Killian took a step closer to me, his expression murderous but there was concern etched in it. "I'm just trying to help, Catalina. I don't understand why you won't let me in."
My eyes blazed with anger. "Help? Help?! Is that what you call it? Calling me stupid for trying to handle this on my own? You think I'm incapable, don't you?"
Killian's jaw clenched as he struggled to find the right words. "No, that's not what I meant. I just worry about you, okay? I can't stand the thought of something happening to you because you're too stubborn to accept help."
My vision blurred with tears of frustration. I felt like he was undermining my strength, belittling her abilities.
I couldn't stand it. In a fit of rage, I raised her hand, ready to slap him again.
But before my palm could connect with his cheek, Killian caught my wrist, his grip surprisingly gentle yet firm.
"Catalina, please, just listen to me for a moment," he pleaded, his eyes searching mine for understanding.
Well, he wouldn't find it.
"You just called me stupid," I yelled.
"I didn't call you stupid. But do you think you could have handled all of these without me?" he tsked.
My eyes widened.
I struggled against his grip, but he held on, not letting me lash out. "Let me go, Killian!"
"No, not until we talk this out," he said firmly. "I don't want us to keep fighting like this."
"You started it!" I snapped.
"How did I start it?"
His eyes blazed with anger, but I was past the point of caring.
"You belittled me."
"So you can keep a secret about death threats because you don't trust me but I can't tell you that you were being stupid for thinking you could keep this to yourself when you have me?" he yelled.
"There you are. You finally said it. You think I am incapable."
He raised his hands, "Of Course, I think you are incapable of handling this all by yourself."
Before I knew it, my hand came up again to connect with his cheek but he caught it again.
"Stop behaving like a child. " he snapped.
I was trapped in his arms, my breast was touching his chest as I breathed heavily. I was full-on glaring at him and him being the hard head he was, he pretended not to notice.
"Since you love being a child so much, I would treat you like one." he dragged me to the playroom.
He led me to the edge of the bed, bending me over.
I waited for the sting on my ass, but nothing came.
I heard the distinctive sound of zip ties as he bound my hands behind my back.
With my hands secured at my back, he props my leg up on the edge of the bed. I had no idea what he was up to.
I felt so vulnerable in that position.
I felt a feather trail against my back. I arch as it tickled me.
"Don't make a sound," he warned.
I held in the whimper that threatened to escape my lips.
"good girl,"
He kept teasing me with the feather, I couldn't move my hands, or I would have swatted his hands.
Damn the punishment.
He trails the feather to the junction of my thighs, and I shiver. It made contact with my clit, I felt something vibrate, and I realized it was me.
I was the one vibrating with a need so urgent that it was making my leg go numb.
He replaced the feather with his fingers, stroking my pussy gently. The previous rule went as I moaned with pleasure.
I forgot what I was angry about.
"Please..." I begged,
I needed to cum. My whole body was vibrating with need. I felt like I was going to explode with this much tension.
When I felt like it was going to have mercy on me and do my bidding, I felt a sting in my ass.
The hit felt so raw that I toppled over on the bed.
"What did I say about making a sound?" he asked,
"I am so sorry, master. It won't happen again."
"On the contrary, it will," he said.
"What?"
"Count for me."
it took me a minute to realize that he wanted me to count the number of times he tried to spank me.
"One," I counted as the first hit came.
On and on till I got to ten, his finger was already inching for my clit into my ears.
God! That sounded so hot.
He moved slowly at first, letting me get used to him. I didn't make a sound, just like he asked.
My walls relaxed against him. It no longer felt like an intrusion.
He slid out. I turned to complain, almost fighting about the rules, when he slammed back into me.
"Oh!" I screamed,
I bit my lip when the sound left me, I expected him to hit me again or reprimand me, but he did nothing.
His hand on my breast tightened, and his pace became faster and rougher.
The rest became a blur. I remember him bringing my leg down and bending me further on the bed.
His hips moved incredibly fast. His hands were on my head, pulling at the strands of my hair.
My brain registered a voice screaming, but I think that was me.
He removed his hand from my breast, grabbing my throat instead and making me arch my back.
He pulled out suddenly, striking my ass again. I moaned from the hit.
I felt empty as he moved away from me. I couldn't turn or move. I waited for his return, but he wasn't coming.
My pussy tingled from the vigorous movements, my core was tight, and I badly needed some release.
I heard his footsteps, and my body tensed with need.
I heard the humming sound. This looks a lot like my dream.
He guided the vibrator to my pussy as he inched his way back inside me with his cock.
I whimpered. The pleasure was too much. He filled me up while the vibrator stirred my insides as they coiled tightly.
"Don't cum, not until I tell you to," he warns.
I whimper as he increases his pace.
He moved the vibrator in circles against my clit. I tried to hold it in but found my hips moving in rhythm.
"Catalina," he called my name.
I started trembling. I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop it. Not if I wanted to, I was way too far gone to listen to him.
"Shit, I can feel you were cuming on my cock." he groaned.
His dirty mouth girls me as I clenched and unclenched.
His hips moved practically as he emptied his seeds inside me.
"Fuck!" he groaned as he pulled out of me.
We just had the best sex today, but why did it feel like a shoe had been dropped on my head?
I started sobbing.
"Catalina? What's wrong?" he asked.
I clutched the sheets to my naked body, "Don't you dare!" I yelled.
He tried to wrap his hands around me but I flinched away from him.
"Don't touch me."
"Talk to me."
"So you want to talk now? Didn't you fuck me to shock me into silence? I hope you are happy." I yelled.
"That's not true." he defended.
"It's true. You solve all your problems with sex and I hate it."
"You didn't hate it when you were coming on my cock."
"That's all you care about, isn't it? Well, I did so sue me."
I trembled with anger.
"That's not true, Catalina."
"You don't treat me like a person. You use sex to get your way and I don't like it."
"Catalina..."
"No, I am done letting you treat me like shit even when I know you don't love me." I snapped.
"Stop it."
"You don't like hearing the truth? It hurts doesn't it?"
He tried to hold on to me, but I gathered the sheets and stepped away from him.
"Catalina, wait!"
"Just leave me alone."
I stormed to the bedroom and locked myself in there. I was beyond furious.
"Can I come in?"
"No, and don't bother. You are not sleeping here tonight." I yelled.
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