He leaned down then, his broad hand pinning her to the table, his breath hot at her ear. “Here’s the question, baby. You pushed me, you haven’t really protested, your body is a nice little pink. Did you like your first spanking?” Dark and rough, his voice shivered over her.
She pressed her lips together. Even so, she couldn’t give him everything. “No?”
His chuckle made her shiver. “You don’t want to lie to me.” He caressed down the small of her back, over her burning butt and between her legs. His fingers brushed her bare flesh, and a gasp escaped her from the electric shock. “And yet you did.” He slid a finger through her slick folds and up across her engorged clit.
A low moan escaped her, and a tremble shook her entire body. Pleasure pierced her with a shocking intensity.
“Liars get punished.” He palmed her sex while his other hand spanked her. Hard.
She cried out, thrown into an orgasm so sudden, she didn’t have time to tense her body. It bore down on her and she ground against him with a desperation that had her panting in time with the waves.
With a sob, she relaxed against the cool wood of the table, her heart thundering way too fast to be healthy.
“Do. Not. Move.” He squeezed her butt, and the pain shot through her, blending into pleasure that shoved her closer to the brink again. The rasp of his belt unbuckling was thunderous in the quiet kitchen.
She stiffened.
He chuckled, the sound so dark it made her tremble more. Like a sapling caught in a tornado. His jeans zipper released. The feel of leather rubbing across her punished butt made her jolt and suck in a breath. “I told you not to move.”
Her eyelids flashed open, and she shook, her body rioting.
He placed the belt by her head. “You haven’t been that bad, baby.” Amusement filtered from him. He leaned down again, sucking her earlobe into his mouth. Wet and hot and oh-so-firm. He released her with a soft plop. “Are you okay?”
The fact that he asked nearly made her cry. She blinked away tears and turned her head to see his shadowed face. “Yes. That all you got?” Her voice trembled, but she’d made her point.
“No. I’ve got a bit more. You haven’t submitted completely yet.” He rose up, and a condom wrapper crinkled. Then he pressed himself at her entrance and his hands lifted her hips straight up and off the table.
She took a deep breath to prepare like last time.
He shoved inside her with one incredibly strong stroke, all the way to the hilt. She tossed her head back, arching against the painful invasion. Deep and hard, he filled all of her. With his angle and control of her lower body, she couldn’t move. She was helpless in his grip, his rough thighs against the back of hers.
The idea nearly threw her into an orgasm. She softened to the table, losing her tenseness.
“There you go,” he murmured, his fingers tightening on her skin. “Next time I spank you, you’ll submit instantly.”
Next time? She wasn’t sure she’d survive this time.
He didn’t give her time to regroup. His thrusts were hard and powerful, moving her across the table before he yanked her back against him. The pain mixed with a sharp pleasure, keeping her on an edge that blurred the entire room.
The sound of his harsh breathing and the slap of flesh on flesh overwhelmed the thunder outside. He kept going, keeping her so close to falling over the edge, his stamina stronger than any animal’s.
Without warning, he reached down and tapped her clit.
She exploded, crying out his name, her body shuddering uncontrollably. Stars flashed across her eyes, and her body fired in every direction. The orgasm was so powerful, she shut her eyes and let it take her over.
He planted himself hard inside her and stopped moving, his body jerking as he found his own release.
For several heartbeats, they remained in place. Then he withdrew and gently turned her around, lifting her against his chest. He leaned down and kissed her, his lips gentle. “Let’s finish this in bed.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Mal’s phone yanked him from the first peaceful sleep he’d had in too long. “What?” he muttered into the speaker, not opening his eyes, his back flat on the mattress.
“It’s Angus. We caught something on the bug you planted in Isaac Leon’s office. We waited to call, but we’re ten minutes out now.”
Mal forced his gritty eyes open. He’d been drugged before drinking way too much, and then he’d had the best sex of his life. He glanced at the clock on the phone. It was only four in the morning. “I can’t sustain only getting one hour of sleep.” Shit. Less than an hour. He and Pippa had gone at it for several rounds.
“Sorry. We need you. Get mentally prepared—we’re on Op.” Angus clicked off.
