Nash: A Rough Romance Piper Stone (ebook reader for comics txt) 📖

my head in his direction, staring at him in disbelief.

“Don’t look at me that way, little brat. You did this to yourself. You’re gonna learn the hard way that cowboys don’t take lightly to disciplining their women.”

Their women? Their? Was he fucking kidding me on every level? I didn’t belong to anyone, and it certainly not to a foul-mouthed, rugged military mountain man cowboy. Jesus, was there such a thing? I didn’t give a crap that he was drop-dead gorgeous, more so without the scruffy beard he’d worn. Now he was absolutely a thing of beauty, a masterpiece sent from the very heavens above with his chiseled jaw and the single dimple on his chin and his high cheekbones and his gorgeous eyes and his…

And I was panting like some fawning high-school girl.

Reaper yanked the shower curtain closed, the look he gave me one that could have turned me into stone. He dragged his tongue over his luscious lips, giving me another glimpse of how this session was going to end.

With me being fucked in the ass.

Just like he’d promised.

Just like you deserve.

Fuck the inner voice. I was finished with her.

“Get it over with,” I barked, immediately regretting my impetuous behavior.

He grinned as he slid the brush down my spine, tapping first one side of my bottom then the other. “You’re bucking to be hogtied to the bed. Matter of fact, I just might do that. You do have a tendency to run after all.”

I threw a look over my shoulder when he brought the hard surface of the brush down against the right ass cheek then the left. He was enjoying the hell out of this. How fucking dare he?

Very slowly, he lifted his head, a single eyebrow raising. “If you don’t start and keep the count going, I will start over. Brat.”

A shudder tore through me, but as much as I wanted to scream at him, to hate every morsel of his being, I couldn’t. I was wet all over, and not from the stream of water continuing to splash over us. My pussy quivered, my entire body trembling as if admitting I so deserved this.

“Fine. One and two.”

He twirled the brush, taking a deep breath. “And you will learn some respect.”

Wait a minute. The asshole really thought I was going to call him something like sir or master? He was nuts.

“I’m counting to five,” he said casually. “If you don’t show that respect, things will get much… Let’s just say you won’t be sitting down for a few days.”

“You’re one horrible man.”

He grinned at my admittance, the dimple flexing, making him even sexier. I was floored at his audacity and pursed my lips, every part of me wanting nothing more than to refuse him.

But I knew I had no choice.

As long as I wanted to feel comfortable sitting down. “One and two. Sir.”

“Ah, much better. You’re still a fighter, but I’ll break you of that. Just like I would a colt.”

Was he fucking kidding me?

I didn’t have time to make the determination before he delivered four more, every strike slamming against my sit spot. I knew I must have jumped a solid two feet in the air from the intensity of the pain. His actions took my breath into another world. I regrouped, croaking out what was required.

“Three and four, five and six… sir.”

“Uh-huh. Good girl.” He rubbed his fingers from one side of my buttocks to the other. Was he actually trying to caress me? To make me feel any better?

He was a frigging nutcase.

Then I heard what sounded like a hum. He was now humming while he was spanking me? I was incensed. I was horrified. I was… aroused, my nipples remaining as hard as rocks, my pussy clenching every time he issued another brutal crack. What the hell was wrong with my body? This wasn’t just betrayal. It was a full-blown attack. My body hated me.

The thudding sound as he brought the brush down four more times echoed in my ears. I was forced to suck in my breath, trying to even remember what my responsibility was. Oh, yeah. Obey him. Count.

Repent for my sins.

“Seven, I think. Eight, nine, and ten. Sir.” Bastard. Asshole. Jerkoff. The filthy words rolling in my mind made me smile even as tears formed in my eyes. Oh, hell, no. He wasn’t going to make me cry. Not gonna happen.

Not now.

Not ever.

“You’re doing very well, little brat.”

“Thank you, sir.” Wait. Did I actually just say that? I craned my neck, shooting him another hateful look.

The smirk on his face was one I would wipe off eventually, no matter how long it took.

He twirled the damn implement of doom again, rubbing the edge down my spine a second time. Damn this man. Damn him.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re beautiful when you pout?” he asked.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re an asshole all the time?” I spouted off, the words coming from some other creature in my mind. I groaned and pressed my face against the tile. Was he going to add thirty more to my conviction?

Laughing, he patted my bottom with his hand then rolled his finger down the crack of my ass. “Just a few minutes and I’m going to fuck that beautiful red ass of yours.”

I bit back a flurry of ugly sentiments, blinking several times as tears of frustration mixed in with the others.

The next four smacks created a muddling of emotions and sensations, my entire body tingling from desire while heat erupted along every inch of my bottom. Sitting? Hell, I wouldn’t be able to move for days.

Weeks.

“Um… I think eleven and twelve. Maybe thirteen and fourteen, sir?” I’d actually posed it as a question.

“You got it, sweetheart.”

As the spanking continued, his rhythm so damn practiced, I vowed in my mind to find a way to retaliate, even if my hunger continued to build all over again. The pain fused with the pleasure and I suddenly couldn’t even remember where I was any