With that, he unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped her fly, and then he shoved her pants and panties to her ankles. “Step out of them.”
She pushed the wadded-up denim off her feet with her toes, and he tossed them across the bathroom.
The chilly night air pricked her naked skin, lifting goosebumps all over her body.
Without breaking eye contact, Blaze leaned in, his shoulder flexing, and a touch grazed the skin between her legs and then slid deeper between her folds.
Waves of pleasure rolled up her body with every slippery stroke, and his fingertip pushed deeper, gliding inside her and curling to stroke her intimately.
His gaze sharpened as he watched her, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Every stroke of his fingers inside her and the pressure of his thumb on her clit spun her, nearly driving her over the edge.Faster,she prayed,harder,but her consciousness floated without falling.
“So wet,”he growled. “My good girl, so wet for me.”
He grabbed her around the waist and spun her to face the wall, the loop attached to the binds around her wrists twisting above her head, and he flattened her against the plaster.
After the warmth and friction of his hands, the cold roughness against her nipples sparked a shock through her as sexual as his touch.
Behind her, leather whispered against fabric.
Blaze said, “I’m taking off my belt, and I’m going to whip you with it if you won’t be a good girl. I’m going to spank you until your bottom turns pretty pink and rosy, until it smarts when I grab it.”
Sarah balled her hands into fists and leaned her forehead against the plaster.
“Will you be a good girl?” he asked.
“I’mnota good girl,” Sarah said. “And you can’t make me.”
The leather whistled in the air, a terrifying anticipation, but the slap was lighter than the smacks with his hand had been.
“Is that all you’ve got? My hens flap me with their wings harder than that.”
The next slap on her other booty cheek made her yelp.
His voice whispered next to her ear as he leaned down, “Because you’re naughty, I’ll continue until you give in.”
He was going to break her. Sarah could feel it, that his willwasmore than hers.
It was the craziest thing she’d ever done, as un-Sarah-Bell as anything ever was, and she could hardly wait.
A storm of slaps rained down on her backside, each one harder and faster like she’d unleashed something in him.
At first, she was yelling at him, telling him that he couldn’t make her do anything as the belt stung her skin.
Then he grabbed her, holding her stinging bottom with one hand like he would palm a basketball, and his other hand slipped around her front and between her folds to circle her clit in a rush of tension in her pelvis. He whispered, “You’re so beautiful with your ass so red and rosy for me.”
She gasped as his fingers stroked her clit, back and forth, and then pressed inside her. Her body trembled in time to his strokes.
He backed away, picked up his belt, and whipped the soft flesh of her behind again. “Now, little kitten. Let me make you cry.”
And she did. Hot tears welled from her eyes and flipped onto her cheeks, and she gasped with each stinging slap on the raw skin of her bottom.
She cried because her farm, the only thing she had left from her parents, was going to be taken away by the bank soon. She cried because the White Russian mafia killers would come to the farm and then go, and then Blaze would leave her all alone, too. She cried because she’d have to give HowNow and Charlie to someone else because she wouldn’t have any place to keep them and because Remi would be sad if he didn’t have chickens to take care of, so she’d have to give him to someone else, too. Without the house, she’d have to get rid of the old furniture she’d lived around all her life, probably in a yard sale where she’d get maybe fifty bucks for the old stuff that no one else would want.
Everything was slipping away from her because she hadn’t been able to hold on tightly enough.
Her fingers clung to the ropes above her head, and she held onto those, at least, just for tonight.
A restraint curled around her waist, Blaze’s arm on her skin, and he yanked her back against his body. His clothes were rough on the sore skin of her bottom.
