Draft version - Russian Roulette - Family secrets

Ch. 3: You know how to address a Dominant

"Are you even listening to me, you fucking bastard?" she yelled to get his attention. She hammered her fists at his chest, though hurting herself more than him.

This time something snapped in him.

He had warned her.

Gareth hated women using profanities, he hated it even more from her.

And fucking nobody called him a bastard to his face.

He grabbed her tight and roughly threw her half bent over his knee he extended a bit to support her. He held her in place with one arm twisted cruelly behind her back. Without warning he yanked up the bottom of her dress exposing her well rounded ass with the black thong showing from the crevice and proceeded to land his hand hard on one cheek.

Then the other.

Gareth heard how she called him every name in the book, yet she did not fight him, so he kept going. She did not take color easily he noted, that did not matter, she was going to be red and sore before he was done with her.

Despite her furious, initial fighting instinct he had her locked tight in his grip and she did not want to fight him.

A part of her had always wanted to experience that side of him. And soon she gave in completely, she had been through something like that too many times before, and accepting it was the easiest choice, experience had taught her that.

Mackenzie felt his hand as it cracked against her skin over and over.

Felt how he was not holding anything back and it hurt. Hurt more than she had thought he would put on her, and as all the other times she had been hurt like that, she began to cry.

She did not move or say anything, she accepted everything he put on her and merely waited it out while crying.

The tears came from shame and pain. But also, from realizing he was exactly like the other man who had done that to her.

Worst of it was how the pain, that usually just remained as pain, changed to heat flowing through her. A heat which centered in the pit of her stomach pulsing down making her clit throb in an unexpected way.

Fuck him.

Why was he the one who could do that to her?

His hand relentlessly slamming against her bare ass he saw how she finally turned red under him. He felt how she had given in to him and accepted her fate.

It was about time, he was rock hard and wanted to plow her right there against the wall, yet he did not want their first time to be in a random back alley. Mackenzie was much classier than a hurried fuck. Gareth wanted her tied up on his bed excited and burning up with desire begging for it before he would take her into his full possession.

And he would get her there.

"Gareth," she sobbed. "Gareth, please."

He stopped spanking her and dug his fingers into her soft red skin and mauled her ass cheeks while he spoke. "What was that? You know how to address a Dominant."

Gareth knew she understood how the Dominant/submissive world worked. Back in the earlier stages of their friendship he had made a comment. Mostly as a joke, with and underlying seriousness to it because he was a Dominant, though he had not intended for her to find out.

To his surprise she had responded exactly like a submissive. He had been intrigued and he had dug into it finding she had experience within his preferred sexual desires. He had not asked specifics and she had not told him anything, in the time after that he had poked at her submissive side more and more often, and she had been responsive.