--[Ramon]--
"I'm not calling you anything other than an asshole!" Summer swore as she pushed against me, trying to lift herself off the counter, "Now let me go!"
"You'd better watch your tone," I tisked as I summoned a pair of padded fuzzy handcuffs in my off hand, "I'll try to keep my calm, but if you rile me up too much, I might end up hurting you... or at least more than I wanted to."
"And that's somehow my fault," Summer muttered angrily as she glared back at me, only to freeze when her eyes landed on the handcuffs, "What the hell are those and why the hell do you have them?!"
I raised an eyebrow, "Is that an actual question, or are you just screaming for the hell of it?"
"I'm screaming because you just pulled some BDMS gear out of thin air, also if you put those things on me, you better never take them off because the moment you do, I'm going to rip your dick off," Summer's teeth gnashed as she barked at me, but for all her postering, I wasn't fooled in the slightest.
"Oh, I'm not worried after all. By the time I'm done with you, you'll barely be able to stand upright," I promised before I took Summer's wrist and bound them with the handcuffs.
Summer's face was flushed when I finished, and I could hear the faint sound of her breath in the dead silence of the empty store, "L-look, I-if you're going to do this, could you at least lock the front door and turn around the open sign!"
I grinned, "That's cute, you don't want anyone walking in and interrupting us, or them seeing the real you?"
Summer clicked her tongue and looked away, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Fine, be difficult," I replied as I silently undid my belt, holding both ends in my right hand to form a loop, "Let's see how long you can keep it up."
I saw Summer's mouth move most likely to form another snarky response, but the time for her lip and attitude had come to an end.
With a flick of my wrist, my belt swiped Summer across the top of her ass. It barely put any force behind the blow, but Summer still jerked from the unexpected flare of pain, and I watched as her legs trembled.
"What's wrong? Don't you have anything you want to say?" I asked in a mocking tone as I reached up and grabbed Summer's ponytail like the reins on a horse, "Come on, don't tell me you're giving in already."
"F-fuck you!" Summer cursed as her eyes looked back to stare at me, her pupils glowing with both rage and a twinge of excitement.
I smiled, "Good, that's more like it, now stay here. Move and I'll spank your ass black and blue."
I held Summer's gaze for a moment before stepping back and walking over towards the door, which I quickly locked and turned off the closed sign.
Looking back towards the counter, I found Summer staring at me exactly where I left her. When I met her gaze, she quickly looked away, "So you do know how to follow instructions, it seems like I don't have that much work cut out for me."
"Pinning down a defenseless woman, is that what you call work?" Summer asked sarcastically.
I sighed as I started to walk over, "And we're back to square one, well, you know what they say, if you love what you do."
I interrupted myself with another swipe of my belt, striking Summer across her other cheek, "You'll never work a day in your life."
"Y-you're a sick son of a bitch, you know that?" Summer stammered as she tried to catch her breath and keep her angry demeanor.
"I'm the sick son of a bitch?" I asked doubtfully as I slid my hand in between Summer's legs, feeling the heat that was pouring off her crotch, "It's funny you're saying that when I've only touched you twice and you're already running hotter than a furnace."
"That d-doesn't mean shit," Summer growled, though her meancaing glare was somewhat lessened by the embarrassed flush across her cheeks.
"Maybe, luckily, it's really easy to find out," I replied as I whipped Summer across the ass again, "Let's see how hot you can get."
"W-wait, don't-"
Another smack cut off summer as I hauled back my belt and spanked her over and over.
At first, Summer tried to hide her reactions, holding herself stock still and pressing her lips together into a thin line. But after the tenth strike, she couldn't keep a stoic visage as her body started to tremble against her from the overwhelming sensation, and her lips loosened, letting the softest of grunts and moans squeeze past.
Then, without warning, I stopped my belt coming down to rest by my side as I gave Summer a moment to process the intensity of what I had just done to her.
But instead of taking her restpite in peace, Summer turned over her shoulder to stare at me with tearful eyes, "W-what's wrong, is you're arm getting tired?"
Meeting her gaze, I stared Summer down, but she refused to look away; instead, her eyes were glowing with anticipation as her hips shifted back and forth. I didn't even look like Summer was aware of what she was doing, but her body craved it, the adrenaline rush as the pain washed through her before fading into pleasure.
Summer's every action was now dedicated to pissing me off in the hopes that I would take my anger out on her and give her what she so desperately desired.
"Actually, now that you mentioned it," I muttered while rolling my shoulder in an exaggerated motion, "I did sleep on it weird, maybe I should take it easy, rest up a bit."
Summer blinked as I took a step back. "W-wait w-what? Y-you can't stop now!"
"Careful now, it almost sounds like you want me to keep going," I tisked with a disapproving nod, making Summer lock up for a moment before she scowled at me, "O-of course I-I don't, it's just weird you just stopped out of nowhere."
I smiled, seeing how stubborn Summer was being, refusing to admit that she was enjoying our game, "God, it's going to be fun once I break you."
"P-please, like a few smacks on the ass is going to turn me into your fucking lap dog," Summer growled.
I nodded in agreement, "You're right, it's about time I upped the ante."
With a borderline evil smile on my face, I walked back over to Summer and pulled her off the counter. She didn't even try to mock fight me as I pulled her behind the counter, "On your knees."
Summer glared at me, but did as I ordered, sinking to her knees, all while glaring up at me.
I shot her a cocky grin before walking back over to the front door and undoing my earlier actions, unlocking the door, and turning around the open side.
Summer must have heard me because when I stepped back behind the counter, her eyes were wide with fear, "What the hell are you doing? Did you just unlock the door?!"
"Yes, is that a problem?" I asked innocently.
"Yes, it's a fucking problem! What if someone walks in and sees me like this?!" Summer hissed as she shook her handcuffs for emphasis.
"Hmmm," I scratched my chin as if in deep thought, "I guess that wouldn't be the best thing for you. How about this? I'll cut you a deal."
Reaching down, I unzipped my pants, letting my cock flop out in front of Summer, and watched as her eyes went wide as they fixated on my third leg, "I'll lock the front door after you make me cum."
Summer blinked as my words broke her out of her trance, "W-what, fuck no!! Go lock the damn door now!!"
"I won't do that, and I suggest you stop arguing because you're wasting time," I chastised as I put my hands on my hips.
"You're the fucking worst!" Summer swore as she glared at me with pure hatred in her eyes.
I didn't respond, instead waving my dick in front of her face to mock her.
Summer glared at me for a long moment before she let out a disgruntled sigh, "Could you at least undo the cuffs so I can use my hands?"
"No," I answered curtly as I crossed my arms, "You seem handy enough with that mouth of yours; it's time you put it to use."
Summer's eyes looked like she wanted to tear me apart, but after a second, she opened her mouth and leaned forward.
I felt her warm breath graze against my cock before her soft lips brushed against the sensitive skin, followed by the wetness of her tongue as it traced around the head of my cock.