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I straightened up, defiance sparking in my tone. “I’m an adult, Vincent . I can make my own choices. You’re not my father.”

In two swift strides, he closed the distance between us, standing tall and looming over me. I met his intense gaze, waiting for him to argue back, but instead, he remained silent. His eyes burned into mine, as if calculating his next move.

“You’re right,” he said finally, his voice calm but chilling. “You are an adult. And I’ll treat you like one.”

The weight in his tone sent a shiver through me. I turned my head away, the alcohol clouding my emotions and fueling a sudden pout.

“Why do you even care?” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Vincent dropped to one knee in front of me, his hands gripping my knees gently but firmly, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Because you matter to me, Jennifer . You’re mine. And that means I care more than you can understand.”

A lump formed in my throat, the intensity of his words cutting through the haze in my mind. As my thoughts cleared, the question that had been simmering in the back of my mind slipped out before I could stop it.

“What are we, Vincent ?”

He reached up, his hands cupping my face. His touch was tender, even as his eyes blazed with emotion. “You’re more than just my girlfriend. You’re mine—completely. And that’s not up for debate.”

I searched his face, his words echoing in my head. Despite the confusion swirling inside me, a small part of me wanted to believe him, to accept that I truly was his.

Then his thumb brushed lightly over my cheek, and his voice softened. “Now, let’s talk about the fact that I told you to wait for me with your bottom bare. Didn’t I?”

“Yes, sir,” I murmured, my gaze dropping to the floor.

He rose to his full height, his commanding presence impossible to ignore. I felt his eyes on me, reading every flicker of my emotions. He exhaled slowly, and my stomach twisted into knots.

“Since you couldn’t follow simple instructions, you’re going to face the consequences like a bad girl. Strip,” he ordered, his voice firm and unyielding.

I hesitated, my hands frozen in place. When he cleared his throat, the heat rose to my cheeks.

I couldn’t believe this was happening.

And I couldn’t believe how much my body betrayed me, the growing tension deep inside making my pulse race.

Somehow, my hands moved on their own. My fingers unbuttoned my jeans, and I pushed them down my hips, stepping out of them and tossing them onto the bed. I looked up at him, hoping for a reprieve, but his hardened expression offered none. Reluctantly, I tugged my shirt over my head and added it to the pile.

“Can’t I just stay like this?” I asked, trying one last time.

Vincent slowly shook his head.

“I don’t want a spanking,” I whined, my voice small.

“Don’t make this harder on yourself than it already is,” he warned, his voice low. “Now strip, or I’ll tear off the rest of your clothes myself.”

His words left no room for argument. With a defeated sigh, I reached behind me to unclasp my bra. Shrugging it off, I hesitated briefly before hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. I gave him one last pleading look, but his unrelenting gaze told me he wasn’t budging.

Reluctantly, I slid my panties down and stepped out of them.

Standing completely bare, I felt a wave of vulnerability wash over me. With him still fully clothed, the imbalance was palpable, making the moment feel even more raw and real. Vincent ’s eyes roamed over me, taking in every curve, and my cheeks burned under his scrutiny.

Yet, I couldn’t deny the electric thrill coursing through me, even as I chastised myself for it. Get a grip, Jennifer . You’re ridiculous.

“Now, baby girl,” he said, his voice low, “you had one job: stay out of trouble.”

“But everything turned out fine,” I countered weakly, desperate to defend myself.

He raised a brow, his expression unimpressed. My argument crumbled under his silent stare.

Without another word, he reached down and grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer. His free hand slid between my thighs, cupping me firmly. The warmth of his touch sent a gasp from my lips, and I couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped as his palm pressed against me.

“Naughty girls might get their bare bottoms spanked, but you’re not a little girl, are you?”

“No… I-I’m an adult,” I stammered, my voice shaky as nerves consumed me. I wanted to beg for mercy, even though I wasn’t sure what I’d be pleading against. Maybe admitting I deserved to be treated like a naughty girl would have been smarter, but I wasn’t ready to find out what he had in store.

“Bad girls who act like adults get their bare bottoms belted first—and then their tight little asses taken,” he said darkly, his warning making my eyes widen in disbelief.

My body tensed instinctively, my heart hammering in my chest.

I’d never been touched like that before—not completely. Sure, he’d teased me there a few times, and it had made me lose control, but it wasn’t because of that—right?

This had to be a joke. He couldn’t be serious.

“You don’t mean to—” I started, but he interrupted.

“Climb onto the bed, Jennifer . Now,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

My lip quivered as I bit down on it, trying to convince myself this wasn’t happening. Maybe it was a dream, a strange and vivid one…

But it wasn’t.

Slowly, I obeyed, crawling onto the bed as the cool sheets brushed against my bare skin, heightening every sensation. My whole body trembled with a mix of apprehension and something else I didn’t want to name. The haze of alcohol was gone, replaced by the sobering realization that I was about to regret my choices.

“I don’t want you to… to do that,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out.

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before misbehaving,” he replied firmly, his voice carrying a note of warning that made me clench reflexively.

“Can’t you just spank me instead?” I tried, my voice almost pleading.

“Not this time, Jennifer ,” he said without hesitation. “Now lie on your stomach.”

My heart raced as I complied, the fear and anticipation crashing together in waves. How could I be this terrified yet so… drawn in?

“Reach back and spread your cheeks. Let me see that tight little spot I’m about to claim,” he instructed, his voice as steady as it was commanding.

A wave of heat surged through me, and my face flushed deeply. I hesitated, unsure if I could bring myself to do what he was asking.

When I didn’t move fast enough, his palm came down sharply on the back of my thigh, the sting making me yelp in surprise. Without thinking, I reached back, trembling, and did as he asked. The cool air brushed against my most intimate spot, making me acutely aware of my vulnerability.

I hated how my body betrayed me. My core clenched involuntarily, a reaction I despised but couldn’t control.

Vincent groaned, the sound low and deep, as he shifted onto the bed beside me. I felt the mattress dip with his weight, and though he didn’t say anything right away, I knew he was looking.

Really looking.

The silence was suffocating, and I buried my face into the sheets, wishing I could disappear.

“Wider,” he demanded. “Show me. If I have to repeat myself, I’ll use the arousal you’re dripping with as lube. And don’t think I haven’t noticed how wet you are. It’s a shame I won’t be using that sweet little pussy tonight.”

My breath hitched, his words sending a flood of shame through me. Yet, despite everything, my body trembled with something that felt dangerously close to anticipation.

Reluctantly, I spread myself further, my entire body burning with embarrassment.

“That’s better,” he murmured. “I can see how tight you are. Clenching, aren’t you? Are you thinking about how it’ll feel when I’m inside you? How much it’ll hurt? How hard you’ll come from it?”

I whimpered, swallowing hard, as the vivid images his words painted flooded my mind. My nerves were on edge, and I could feel every beat of my racing heart.

When his fingers grazed lightly over the sensitive spot, I gasped, startled by the sensation and nearly losing my grip.

Oh, God.