Cassian only laughed, a cold, flirty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "I don't remember giving you a choice, sweetheart."
He pinned me harder with one arm across my back, his other hand delivering another merciless slap, crack!, that made me jolt, my whole body tingling, a fresh wave of heat flooding my groin. "Stay still, or I'll make this last all afternoon."
"How am I supposed to stay still you piece of shit?"
"What number is this?"
"Huh?"
"Was I on the ninth slap or tenth?"
"Was I supposed to be counting?!"
"Yes. And thanking me too."
Before I could protest again, I felt it, the cold drizzle of lube trickling down my crack, slick and obscene, pooling at my entrance. "What the, no, Cassian, don't..."
