CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
THE HEATHEN
Killian pulls the black mat from against the wall and unfolds it.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, as he pulls his t-shirt over his head and drops it to the floor.
I nod as I watch him remove his belt from the loops in his jeans.
“I need this.”
This isn’t about sex or attraction, but my eyes are glued to him as he takes off his jeans. My mouth waters as my gaze drops from his face, and trails to his well-defined abs.
“Stand up.”
I get up onto my feet, and he places his palm on my chin and tilts my head back, staring into my eyes as he speaks.
“I don’t beat women. This is not a kink of mine. I’m only doing this because it’s what you say you need. Please use your safe word if you need me to stop.”
I whisper, “I will.”
“Alright, Killer. Lay down on the mat.”
I do, and he kneels behind me. Placing his hands on my hips, he lifts me onto my knees.
I hiss from the pain as the belt comes down on my ass.
“Harder.”
He presses his fingers into the scars on my back.
“I know who did this, but tell me how?”
“Wooden paddles,” I say through clenched teeth.
“I’m sorry, Killer.”
I look over my shoulder at him in warning.
“Don’t. That’s not what I need from you. Hit my back, hard.”
He does, and with every strike comes pain, and then relief. When the belt comes down on me again, I cry out in a half scream that turns into a moan.
“Fuck,” Killian groans, as he tosses the belt on the floor and flips me over to my back. The sting from the mat against my raw skin is welcome, and prolongs the ache I need desperately.
“You didn’t use your safe word.”
I shake my head and say, “I didn’t need it.”
He rubs his fingers over the side of my neck where he bit me earlier.
“We are going to find them, Killer. All of them.”
I moan lightly when he drags his fingers over my stomach.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to fuck you.”
He visibly snaps, when I feign another moan as I say his name.
