Just one of those tender little moments Monmouth is so good at describing:

When I got up to find the condoms, she lunged for my cock with her mouth. Playing the game, I couldn’t let her get what she wanted so easily. I slapped her face softly but firmly with the flat of my hand.

“Restrain yourself, or you’ll get punished.”

She smirked and took another shot, her mouth open, hungry.

I slapped her again across the face, harder, back and forth, the palm and the back of my hand striking the warm, flushed cheeks. To keep her still I held her head by clutching a handful of her brown curls between my fingers.