He ran a hand over her hair, not surprised when she jerked away. His cock grew harder than ever and he knew he had to be inside her soon. But first he wanted to remind her of the passion that existed between them.
He reached for her breast, cupping it, his finger rolling lightly over her nipple. A shudder rippled through her, but she clenched her jaw. He smiled. Her resistance would soon crumble. He pinched the hardened tip and smiled at her sharp intake of breath. When he repeated the motion, a low moan escaped.
"You see, Thora, what I can do to you?"
The husk in his voice betrayed his own lust, and he noted the awareness glowing in her gaze. A hint of a smug smile hovered on her lips. He longed to kiss her again, but decided against it for now. As it was, she'd earned a punishment for her earlier bite, but he wouldn't bring that to her attention just yet. He gave her breast another squeeze, delighted at how her mouth opened to suck in a ragged breath. With a quick movement, he shifted away from her. She stared defiantly at him, once more tugging against the belt binding her wrists. He wrapped the end tighter around his hand. Without giving her any warning, he yanked her forward and across his lap, face down. For a moment, she remained motionless and silent before erupting in fury.
"You vile bastard! What in Hel's name are you doing?"
She bucked and writhed, trying to escape his hold, but he caught her flailing legs between his. She gave another shriek when he pinned her bound wrists to the ground. With his other hand, he stroked the sensuous curves of her ass, drawing another outraged yell.
"You bit me," he reminded her in a casual tone. "I warned you what would happen if you didn't obey."
"How dare you!" She heaved against his hold once more, her movement further tormenting his aching cock. He pinched her trembling flesh, holding back a chuckle at the strangled cry that escaped her.
With no warning, he raised his hand and brought it down harshly against her ass. For a moment, she stiffened, then her writhing attempts to free herself began anew. No sounds escaped and he found himself disappointed and a little annoyed. He wanted to hear her cries. He merely tightened his hold and landed another blow. The blood roared in his ears, the feel of the warm skin of her belly rubbing against his cock driving him to strike again and again.
Finally, a whimpering sob broke through the haze engulfing him. He paused, resting his hand lightly against her reddened flesh. She still squirmed, but her movements had taken on a sensual rhythm. He noted the way her shoulders shook with each shuddering breath and the sounds of her little moans. With a knowing smile, he reached between her legs, sliding his fingers slowly through the curls covering her charms. Her body tightened, but she didn't resist as he found her pussy and stroked lightly against her swollen and soaked flesh.
"You little minx! You like this!" He'd never imagined it possible, but his cock grew still harder, his balls tightening in need.
She said nothing, but a low groan escaped. He continued to caress her sex, sliding along her slick heat and finally to her clit. At the first touch, her head shot up and she wriggled wildly. He gave a tender pinch and another violent quiver swept over her. His mouth went dry as sand. He'd never known a woman to possess such lust. How many ways could he play with her? The idea took hold and he knew he had to keep her long enough to find out.
A few more strokes along her cleft and her panting hung heavily in the still of the forest. He withdrew, chuckling when she gave a disappointed moan.
"I told you, Thora. Your pleasure comes after mine. Now, I shall finish your punishment then we will proceed."
"I hate you!"
Despite the harsh words, her voice possessed a hoarseness that sounded more like passion than anger. Ari suppressed a shiver.
"I'm sure you do."
He brought his hand down hard again, noting that this time, her cries held desire, need. The knowledge he'd brought her to this state fired him to rush through the last strikes, finally stopping to caress her heated skin. He soothed her a few more moments, then softened his hold and gently eased her up, turning her to face him.
He sucked in a breath at the sight of her tear-streaked face. This woman let her emotions out to the fullest. He suddenly feared getting lost in the powerful maelstrom.
***
Thora hitched a breath, her vision blurred with tears. Despite her anger at the way Ari had spanked her, need ran through her with such force, she had little strength to resist. How could the pain of his punishment spark such hunger, make her want to once again feel the blinding delight he'd given her earlier?
The intensity of her desire frightened her. She'd never imagined such passion truly existed, despite seeing the deep love her father and stepmother shared. To experience some of it for herself left her stunned and exhilarated, excited and terrified, all at the same time.
When Ari's fingers gently wiped away her tears, she nearly threw herself on him. What was wrong with her? She should be furious with how he'd treated her, but the burning soreness in her bottom throbbed through her in an oddly pleasant manner, feeding her desire instead.
Silence hung heavily between them, only her ragged breaths breaking the quiet of the night. He pulled her near and she made no attempt to resist, seeking the heat of his lips as they neared hers.
At the first contact, he devoured her and she let him, meeting the harsh thrusting of his tongue driving deep into her mouth. A growing awareness of what she wanted, no, needed, sparked within, and the desire to resist faded further.
For what seemed hours, he did nothing more than kiss her with a hunger she feared might consume her. When he finally drew his mouth from hers, she opened her eyes to find in his a lust that surely matched her own.
Why did it seem that he roused something in her she had never even realized she had been missing? Even with her hands bound, after he'd spanked her, she wanted nothing more than to lose herself in the fire of passion. As if something had been absent within her, something Ari brought to life in a way that left her reeling.
The last of her determination to resist crumbled to dust. She wanted the fire he stoked. Having tasted the bliss his touch could bring, she found herself with a hunger for more. The last vestiges of embarrassment floated away on the evening breeze. Why shouldn't she seek her pleasure? No longer did she resent the leather binding her wrists. Despite the way his lips and tongue wreaked havoc on her senses, she had the presence of mind to realize he no longer held the trailing end of her bonds. She lifted her arms, letting her bound wrists settle against the back of his neck.
The sudden tensing of his body sent a shiver along her spine. The surprise in his stare sparked an instant of humor, one quickly chased by the untamed gleam that arose a moment later. Thora's heart tripped in its rapid rhythm.
"I think you like acting my slave."
