Page 39 of My Downfall

“No.” He lunges and grabs my cell quickly swiping across the screen and holding it up to my face to unlock it.

“Get in the pool while I sort this.” I hear a beep and know that he’s sent the image to himself.

“Say please.”

His gaze snaps to mine. “Baby girl, you are seriously fucking pushing it tonight. I don’t really want to spank you again so soon after the last time, but I will if I need to.”

“What if I don’t want to swim?” I do, I’m just being a total bitch.

He bends down, pushes his shoulder into my stomach and stands up with me hanging over him fireman style.

“Hudson!” His hand comes down hard over my ass and it really hurts, my skin still tender from yesterday.

Next thing I know, I’m airborne before my body plunges into the surprisingly warm water. I surface with a splutter to see his back heading into the house.

“Where are you going?”

“To get a fucking drink!” I snort laugh at his response.

When he returns five minutes later, I’ve removed my clothing which is currently in a wet pile by the edge of the pool. In his handis a crystal tumbler of amber liquid, and he makes his way down the pool steps toward me, the glass firmly in his grip.

“What’s that?”

“Whisky.”

I scrunch my nose up. “I don’t think I’m really a whisky kind of girl.”

“Have you ever tried it?” He’s standing less than a meter from me now.

“Not a good one.”

“Come here.” He pulls me through the water until my body is pressed against his. “Open for me.” Taking a large sip, he dips his head down over mine.

Holy shit, is he about to do what I think he is?

His hand comes up and cradles my face, his thumb digging into my jaw so I can’t close it even if I wanted to.

Which I don’t.

He spits a steady stream of the golden liquid into my mouth.

My tastebuds are flooded with a rich, strong, smoky flavor that heats every crevice, and under it all is the undeniable flavor of him.

It’s delicious.

He let’s go of my jaw, his fingers stroking along the skin. “Now, swallow.” His eyes darken as I do exactly as he ordered. “It’s so fucking hot when you obey me.”

“You’d hate it if I didn’t fight you, too.”

“Maybe you’re right,” he smirks.

“You know I am.”

“I’d like less of it in the bedroom, though. Do you like it?” He nods toward the glass in his hand.

“It’s delicious, but only when it comes from you.” His hand finds the small of my back and presses me into him, his erection firm against the skin of my stomach. “More please, Daddy.”

“Fuuck,” he groans before he takes another sip of the liquid and spits it into my mouth.