The lapse was long enough for me to release my hold and grab the spatula. She used the brief break to scuttle backward. Instead of running, she acted as if she was going to fight me. Seriously?
Her hands were now fists and while fighting with shoving the material of her dress down over her incredible sexy lace thong, she shifted from foot to foot.
It was impossible not to feel complete desire simply because of the way she was looking at me.
As she was doing with her feet, I shifted the spatula from hand to hand. “I think it’s best for you to take your punishment so we can move on with our evening.”
“Ha. You truly are insane if you think I’m going to comply.” She took that moment to try to dart around the other end of the island away from me. She underestimated my abilities. I snagged her arm, once again pushing her down across the island. This time I shifted her body so her toes were barely touching the floor.
“You fucking bastard.”
“Yes, I am.” I was forced to wrangle with her dress, fighting her every step of the way as I pulled it up past her hips. I pressed my arm across her back, using my full weight to hold her in position. I was certain at some point she’d find a way to retaliate or seek revenge, but I was looking forward to it.
My blood hadn’t pumped this hard in a very long time.
She was the reason.
The willful, enticing wildcat.
I brought the wooden utensil down several times, moving from side to side. She squirmed, her moans fueling my actions.
“I’ll get you for this. Just wait until you hear from my attorney.” Her voice was strained as she continued fighting. She swept her arms across the surface, searching for anything to use as a weapon.
I brought the spatula down several more times, admiring the light blush color already developing on her skin. Seeing her rounded bottom made my mouth water, but the thong was in my way.
At least for other even more sadistic thoughts racing through what she called my twisted mind. I yanked on her panties, the fight escalating as the material ripped.
“Don’t you dare!” Her sharp exclaim echoed in my ears. All she was doing with her constant struggle was fueling the fire deep within. My cock was pressed tightly against my trousers and even the loose fit couldn’t keep me from experiencing anguish.
My balls had also never felt this tight. The need for satisfaction grew stronger with every second she fought me. I twirled the implement, bringing the flat piece down on one upper thigh then the other.
Vanessa momentarily stopped moving as a slight sharp whimper escaped her mouth. I managed to drag her thong to her knees. That didn’t prevent her from kicking out, managing to drive her foot into my stomach. I shifted positions. A single deep inhaleand my nostrils were filled with her scent of arousal. Her panties were damp and I licked my lips while thinking about driving my tongue deep into her soft folds.
“You’re hurting me.” I adored how she enunciated the syllables when she gritted her teeth.
“That’s the point, Wildcat. You need to feel the pain for remorse to kick in.”
“Remorse?” she hissed as she managed to push up from the counter. She was much stronger than she looked.
I shoved her down, lightly knocking the wind from her sails, but she grunted as if I’d used blunt force. The sound of the wood slapping against her skin was delicious, keeping the moment enticing as fuck.
After I finished yanking her thong to the floor, she kicked out even more wildly, almost managing to free herself. I’d remember that for the future. I’d need to tie her down the next time.
And I was certain there’d be a next time.
She squirmed and moaned as I developed a perfect rhythm, moving from side to side. With her legs open by a few inches, I had a fantastic view of her slickened pussy lips. They were glistening in the overhead light. She had no idea what she was doing to me. I hadn’t intended on fucking her tonight, but I no longer believed I could resist.
Not after this.
Not after the heated rush from the kiss either.
She humped the counter several times and it took me a few seconds to realize she was doing so to inch closer to where a bowlwas placed with fresh fruit. Before I had a chance to stop her, she snagged the edge with her fingers, yanking it from the counter. How in the hell she managed to lift the heavy wooden bowl full of apples and oranges was beyond me. The fruit tumbled across the island and onto the floor.
With one brutal swing, she almost managed to hit me in the head. I’d be damned. She was more than just a wildcat. She could be a decent wrestler. Maybe I should put her to work a different way.
I ducked just in time, managing to grab the wood piece just before she was able to smash it against the side of my head.
“That wasn’t very nice of you,” I snapped while staring at the bowl for a few seconds. I tossed it onto the other counter, fighting to regain control. When I cracked the wood across her bottom relentlessly, she moaned and jerked, but within seconds, the fight was fading within her.
