Chapter 146. Disorientation

My shoulders were quivering when Colt yanked me down, and laid me flat across his thighs.

The first smack made my teeth slam, and a jarring pain reverberated round my body. I tasted blood.

“You’re OK, baby?” His voice was uncertain.

“Again.” I hissed, my face tight as I stared at the outline of a laughing face on the opposite wall, gold teeth smiling at me, taunting me.

Thwack! The sharp crack of palm against skin echoed around the bedroom and my body arched like a bow away from Colt's thighs, the first tear rolling down my cheek. 

The pain was a blinding sting, and my ass felt raw. But his forearm clamped me down, pinning my waist down like a vice.

“More?”

“Don’t stop.” 

And he didn’t till my ass cheeks were hot and raw, and I rolled off him to the floor. 

I lay on my back as sitting was not an option, my arm over my face as my breaths came in heavy, my vision clearing. 

“Did you try therapy?” Colt placed his