She knew exactly what she was doing. Sprawled across his lap on the couch, skirt tucked up to her waist, she wiggled deliberately just as his palm hovered over her ass. “Stay. Fucking. Still,” he growled. “Make me,” she tested, grinning into the pillow. The first slap landed like a gunshot. Hard, flat, no warm-up. She yelped, legs kicking, jerking, but he pinned her thighs with one heavy forearm and struck again. Lower, right where ass meets thigh. The sting bloomed with immediate heat. “Count, brat.” “One,” she hissed through her teeth, already squirming harder. By five, her voice cracked. By ten, she was panting, dripping down her own arousal down her legs, and still mouthing off. “That all you got?” she pushed. He laughed, dark and dangerous, as he shoved two thick digits straight into her cunt without warning. She choked on a moan, hips bucking. “Soaked,” he muttered. “Fucking disgraceful.”