While she continued tempting me, never blinking, the tip of her tongue darting across her bottom lip, I unfastened my belt. Methodically. With forethought. As if we had all the time in theworld when my instincts screamed things were about to become explosive.
When the thick strap was free in my hand, she shuddered visibly.
“You will never do this again,” she told me, her nose wrinkled from her defiance.
“I hope I won’t need to, but I won’t hesitate to do so if that means keeping you alive.”
I delivered a harsh crack across both buttocks, closing my eyes when I heard her instant cry. My throat remained dry, the sight of her lithe body driving me crazy. I brought the belt down four times in rapid succession, the sound crackling in the air.
She jerked up, pushing her legs together, her gasps for air a clear indication of the pain I was inflicting. I brushed my fingers across her lightly reddened skin, the thought of marking her permanently never far from my mind.
“Remain in position. I don’t think you want me to start over.”
She closed her eyes, her fingers now white knuckled, but there was no mistaking the look of determination on her face. Her refusal to allow me to break through her strong defenses was yet another stumbling block.
The bastard had forced walls to be built from cinder and steel. She’d ceremoniously shut herself off from the world, acting as if she didn’t need anyone. I couldn’t blame her. Basically, I’d done the same thing. But that was no way to live.
I brought the belt down several additional times, finding it difficult to breathe. Her muffled wails permeated my eardrums as her body undulated with each stroke, continuing to echo long after there was no sound in the room. The fact my visionwas suddenly foggy, preventing me from my usual level of concentration remained troublesome. Did the woman have any idea the kind of effect she had on me? Did she realize that the only peace I’d ever found was knowing I’d brought her home?
And did she have any inkling that by crossing the line, I’d all but dragged us both into harm’s way? What did it matter at this point? I couldn’t seem to get enough of her, the longing far surpassing any concept of being forbidden.
I continued the spanking, stopping when her bottom had turned an even shade of red, running my aching fingers through my hair then twisting the belt around my hand. Just the sight of her glistening pussy was pushing every boundary. I thrust several fingers inside then rolled my thumb around her clit.
Her moans of agony shifted to those of pure ecstasy, her long eyelashes skimming across her cheeks creating another round of arousal. My balls were tight as drums, my cock shoved so hard against my zipper I should be the one crying out in pain.
I was more impatient than ever, wanting nothing more than for her punishment to be over. She clawed at the mirror, one hand skittering across the counter’s surface, knocking the basket of towels to the floor, tossing the bottle of liquid soap to the other side of the counter.
The clatter no doubt drew attention.
And I just didn’t care.
What the hell had I turned into over the years? She believed me to be nothing but a hero but she was wrong. The taste of the forbidden did nothing but drag the darkness sequestered inside of me into the light.
What few had realized was that I’d become a cruel, heartless, and very sadistic man. I’d hidden it well, managing to perfect my current mask of steel.
Until she’d returned to my life.
We were at a tit for tat moment. She’d never fully give up control. Not to a job or to a man.
Just being able to study her face changed everything. Wants. Needs. My mind was blown from the way I felt about her. While unexpected, my strong sense of possession more than demonstrated the man I’d become.
I would make her mine.
Mine to taste.
Mine to fuck.
Mine to possess.
This was just the beginning.
Her bare skin called to me, the softness adding to the treachery of the moment and perhaps my mental stability.
Four final strikes across her backside and I couldn’t take it any longer, the need that intense. Yet I wasn’t ready to toss aside the thick strap, instead sliding it between her legs.
She stiffened, her eyes opening wide while her mouth twisted from another wave of overwhelming desire.
I wanted her anticipation heightened, her pussy throbbing to have my cock buried inside. If we were anywhere else, I’d require her to call out my name. What the heck. Maybe I would still do so. I’d already admitted I wasn’t a decent man.
