His eyes flare with heat and his biceps bulge with restraint.
“You were being stubborn,” he says. “Taking something on by yourself—”
“I had help,” I interject, but realize the error of my ways too late.
His fiery magic wraps around my wrists and he pulls me toward the desk. Without touching me, he drags me across the surface and secures my binding to the mantle above the fireplace. In one quick jerk, he rips the waistband of my pants, exposing my panties.
“Hey! I liked those!”
His hand comes down in a brutal strike that stings more than any that came before. I whimper and suck down a quivering gasp.
“You endangered not onlyyourlife, but your world’s safety,” he says.
I glance over my shoulder at him as tears gather in my eyes.
“You need to be punished.”
The IBMA did let me off pretty easy…
I suck in my pouting lip and nod at him.
The second strike is even harder, but I’m more prepared for it. Heat is already swelling in both cheeks, and the pain is at the edge of tolerable.
The third strike makes me squirm.
The fourth makes me cry out.
The pain is fleeting, and what it leaves behind throbs with my beating heart. Rhazan stands over me, his chest glowing from the scars of power. They beat like mine—fast, and full of love.
“You went there alone, with a crackpot plan, and didn’t tell me where you were going,” he says.
“I’m sorry, RhazDaddy,” I murmur.
Another clap hits my ass, and while it’s not as hard as the previous four, it still stings. The pain fades faster, though, and blood rushes back in to warm the spot. I twist my hips, gaining a little friction against my thighs to quell the ache in my center.
Rhaz stands behind me and sticks his feet between mine, spreading them apart. “You didn’t trust the detective to help you.”
His palm lands with a smack that’s louder than it is painful, but it makes me jolt back into him. He groans as my ass hits his thigh and the bulge pressed against it.
“You didn’t wait for help that was already on the way.”
Another spank rocks me forward and I push back against him.
“I should’ve waited,” I whimper and shift my hips up and down against his thigh, barely brushing his cock through his pants.
I hear the clink of his belt buckle and my muscles clench hard against nothing. My panties are wet and sticky against my skin, but offer no relief from the need I feel to be touched.
“Promise me you will not be so reckless again,” he says, dragging the leather across the exposed underside of my cheek.
“I promise, never again,” I say with a breathy moan.
Thezipof his pants makes my heart thunder. The crinkle of a wrapper comes next, and a gentle tear.
“Promise you’ll never scare me like that again,” he says, his voice low and raw with emotion.
“I promise. I’ll always tell you. I won’t do it all on my own.” I rush out the words, hoping that they get me closer to the intimacy I’m craving.
The bindings disappear and Rhaz grabs my ass, rolling me over. His hand closes around my throat, pinning me to the desk with gentle urgency. His face is full of longing, and need, but a hint of fear, too.
