Chapter Sixteen
Caroline
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“OH, GOD!”GRIPPINGthe edge of the bedpost, I couldn’t seem to keep quiet.He’d been spanking me for what seemed like eternity, the sting of his palm becoming a relentless rhythm that we both knew would collide with my frantic clit.Yet still, there was no relief, and no imminent sense that it—nor I—would ever come.“Please, Sir!”
“What’s this?”His palm paused, skimming over my heated skin as his words vibrated along my spine.I needed him—needed the visceral connection we shared—but caught in his web, I had no perspective of how I’d ever survive the onslaught.“Is my little girl begging me to stop, or to carry on?”
It was a good question, and shuffling my toes into the thick pile carpet, I hardly knew the answer myself.
Three days had passed since we’d arrived at Fabian’s house.Long, delicious days where we’d enjoyed doing normal activities other couples took for granted.After months of being both a Fortorus captive and the man running the twisted show, going shopping, preparing meals, and walking in the park were like paradise.There was a comfort in the convention that I’d never appreciated in my life before the Edict, and I adored every moment.
After so long deprived of the basic tenets of human experience—the right to speak, to meet someone’s eyes, and to consider them an equal, the time with Harper began to seem dreamlike, as though we might wake up at any moment to find ourselves thrust back into hell.Holding his hand became an ethereal adventure, while being able to run my fingers through his soft hair and touch the man who’d enthralled me was an almost celestial experience.
Especially pleasing, though, was the way that, at the end of every day, Harper had taken the time to ask me how I was feeling.He wanted to know if the balance between power, play, and tenderness was right and whether there was anything I wanted to change.It didn’t matter how the day had played out, if he’d pushed me hard during a kinky session, or whether we’d only been feeding ducks at the local lake.The fact that he cared enough to inquire made all the difference.
In that sterile little house in Zurich, the push and pull between us finally began to take shape, lulling me into believing we really could leave the horrors of our genesis behind us and look to a future together.
In those satisfying hours, I fell for him all over again.
His hand struck my upturned backside, piercing the contented bubble of the memory and bringing me crashing back to the current moment.Bent at the hips and holding onto the end of the bed, that present was not with the kind and caring version of Adam Harper I’d been imagining.The man looming over me then, intent on blistering my backside, was every inch my master.
“I’m waiting, little girl.”His voice was like thunder.“What’s your answer?”
“I d-don’t know, Sir.”
Desperately, I tried to recall what his question was.He’d had me clutching the wooden bed frame for goodness knew how long, in receipt of his swats for not being a good enough footrest for him earlier that morning.Apparently, after not being his prisoner for the best part of a week, my technique had grown sloppy, and I was thoroughly out of practice at playing his furniture.
I might have laughed at the failure had the repercussions not been so striking.
“I suppose it’s just as well I’m the one calling the shots, then.”
He sounded pleased with his conclusion, and even though my lower back ached and my ass felt like it was on fire, my pussy agreed, my hips pushing my labia back for more of his punishing authority.As much as he pushed me to the brink, and whatever logical facets of my mind urged resistance, my body always craved more.More of his brutal attention, more of the pain, and then, when he deemed me worthy, more of the fucking pleasure.The desire building between my thighs was so intense that it clouded my ability to think about anything except the burn of his swats and how badly I needed to come.
“Sir.”The word was little more than a groan.
“Mmmm.”He brushed his fingertips over my back before resting his hand on my hip.“What is it?”
“Please.”
