“I can’t. No more,” I breathe, feeling like my body’s falling apart, one piece at a time. “I can’t take any more.” “But you can. And you will.” He twists me around, but I can’t move. The table feels ice cold against my heated skin. “Listen when Doctor Faraday tells you to do something”—his hand strikes against my ass hard, making me gasp—“or there’ll be more of that to come. And that was my gentle smack. You don’t want to feel the other kind.” He powers over to his discarded pile of clothes, and his finger curls through the metal ring of his belt, pulling it free from his belt loops. He comes back to the table, the end of his belt dragging along the tile behind him. I don’t know what he has planned, but I roll onto my back in case he has any ideas of using it on my ass. When he crawls up onto the table, he lays me down so my body’s spread down the long length of the table. “I could use my tie for this,”
