Unstable (Sequel to Twisted)

Chapter 3

"H-Harry, why are you doing this?"

"Take your underwear off, too." Harry's voice was lower, just above a mumble. I could see his eyes zoned in on my lower body, not even focused on my face. However, I could still see him gripping the knife in his hand, so I swallowed thickly before pulling my underwear, too, which joined the pile with my jeans.

I sat there on the bed, completely naked, except for my shirt. I stared at Harry with wide, hysterical eyes. I was so scared that I couldn't even shed a tear right now.

"Now lie back on your stomach." Harry instructed, ignoring my protests. I calmed down-just a bit when I saw him put the knife away. I got on my stomach on the bed, trying to control my breathing and trying to figure out how I can escape whatever Harry had planned for me. What could I say to make him change his mind?

Nothing.

There was nothing I could say.

I betrayed Harry. And I knew perfectly well it was impossible to escape his wrath.

"Bring your ass in the air-I want to see it."

Closing my eyes tightly, I pulled my knees up and stuck my back end into the air, though I kept my legs firmly pressed together. My hands hung limply at my sides, trembling on their own accord. My cheek was pressed into the mattress now from the different position, and I was nervously awaiting Harry's next move.

I stiffened, my breath hitching again when I felt Harry's hand run lightly over my arse. His touch was light and ghostly, immediately sending a shiver down my spine. I could then physically feel his breath fanning across my inner folds. What was he doing?

"Have you forgotten who you belong to, Claire?"

I felt his lips brush against my cheek, and I bit on my lower lip at his question.

"Or do I need to remind you again?"

I could sense a smirk in his voice when his fingers wandered over my feminine folds. He wasn't exactly touching me; he was barely skimming over my delicate skin. I pressed my legs even tighter when I felt the weight shift on the bed.

"You belong to me." He snarled in a low whisper, both hands suddenly gripping both of my cheeks. He suddenly pried my legs effortlessly apart, and I was then left completely open and bare-utterly exposed to Harry's peeping eyes. "This is mine." He gave another firm squeeze of my thick skin of my arse, and I felt his hands start to slowly travel up my spine, his fingers dancing a little over my skin, sending another shiver through me. "This is also mine." His hands then went around me, and I heaved out a shaky breath when they sunk easily through my shirt, cupping my sheathed breasts over my bra. "And these are definitely mine."

Harry's hands vanished completely from me. I opened my eyes, furrowing my brow in confusion at his sudden loss of contact.

"But it looks like we have some disciplinary issues to resolve first."

"Look, I don't know why you're doing this. I didn't mean to leave; Carlotta sent me away." I said quickly without thinking. My eyes widened at my foolishness, and I let out a strangled yelp when a sharp smack was heard throughout the room when Harry had slapped my ass. It didn't exactly hurt, but it shocked me.

"Did I not just get done telling you to keep your mouth shut?" Harry snapped. "Your excuses aren't going to mean a thing to me. It all boils down to what you did. And I'm about to fix that."

And just like that-he began smacking me in the ass. Spanking me. My mom had never spanked me before; she claimed spanking was a juvenile discipline tactic and it was out of control. And at first, his smacks didn't hurt.