“No.” Wrath yanked her back, refusing to allow her to go anywhere. “I need to hear you.”
After darting a glance at the upper floor, her breathing ragged, she nodded. “Will you spank me?”
There’d been many women he’d spanked over the years, some fighting him every step of the way. This was entirely different, the rosebud finally opening. “Come with me.”
Every part of his being was on fire, the embers remaining ignited from the night before, but this was a new level.
The room was exactly what he’d requested, the simple ‘X’ cross and spanking bench a mere taste of what could occur in the future. He caught himself with the thought, realizing that there wasn’t going to be a next time. This was merely a glorious end to a very satisfying moment in time. What impressed him the most was the wooden chair, the hole in the middle of the seat a perfect fit for the Hitachi vibrator.
“What do you see?” he asked as he watched her move from one apparatus to the other, brushing the tips of her fingers across the smooth wood on the cross and bench.
“Pain.”
“As I mentioned, with pain there is pleasure, at least for the majority.”
She held her breath as she stood in front of the cross. “And again, I’m not the majority.”
“You are right. You are extraordinary.”
Her attention was drawn to the other corner of the room. She stopped short in front of the chair, dragging her tongue across her lips.
“Only if you’re a good girl. Undress,” Wrath commanded as he walked toward the ornate cabinet, anticipating an array of implements to choose from. Hearing nothing, he snapped his head in her direction. “What did I tell you before? Any hesitation will mean your discipline is much more severe. Is that what you want, to push me, challenge me in every manner?”
“No, sir.” Her entire face was shimmering in the dim lighting, excitement building.
Wrath nearly lost his concentration, his hunger off the charts, but this was about so much more than just simple fucking.
“Then undress. I will not ask you again.” He heard the noise as she dropped her shoes on the floor, knew that she was sliding out of her dress. His choice was a leather tawse and a birch cane, two of his favorites. They would not only provide a solid punishment but provide a moment of ecstasy as well. His balls tightened at the thought. He would give her the ultimate kind of pleasure, her entire being craving what only he could provide.
When he finally turned around, she’d obeyed, her face more serene than he would have imagined. She was stunning. “Then we begin.” He guided her toward the cross, easing her quivering body against the thick wood. She positioned her body without being told, raising her hands over her head. After securing her wrists, he rubbed his fingers down each arm, reveling in the goosebumps popping along her naked skin. “Too tight?”
“No.” She shuddered, her mouth pursing as she clenched her fists.
He slid the tip of his index finger down her spine to the cleft in her ass, moving ever so slowly down her right leg. Surprised he was so electrified, he took several deep breaths before fasteningthe thick leather bands around her ankles. He stood back, admiring his prize before moving to the side, allowing her to see him. “This is going to hurt.”
“I know,” she half whispered. While there was nothing frail about this woman, she seemed even more vulnerable, trusting him implicitly. He would not betray her trust.
The tawse felt light in his hands and he rubbed the thin leather ends, marveling in the sensations rocketing through him. There was always a calm that occurred when he held an implement in his hand, as if he’d been born into the concept of control. A woman submitting to him was special indeed, no matter the consequences.
Taking a step back, he swung the tawse in the air, allowing his wrist to crack. He adored the sound and the feel in his hand.
She gave a strangled moan, the sound clipped but full of apprehension.
“Twenty,” he said with no reservation, issuing the first strike.
“Fuck!” Her entire body tensed, the exclamation filtering into the dense air.
He snapped his wrist again, making certain the strike was in the exact position he desired. The instant warm blush on her bottom nearly drove him to rip her away from the cross, fucking her like a wild beast. He took another deep breath before continuing, striking her bottom several times.
Her entire body seemed to be on fire, jerking every time the tawse was slapped against her skin. Moans turned into whimpers, laced with the most sublime guttural purrs.
Wrath closed the distance, rubbing his fingers across both ass cheeks. “I love the marks. My marks.”
Ashley shifted, struggling to see him. While she said nothing, her eyes spoke volumes. She was excited, invigorated in a way she wasn’t accustomed to.
“Twelve more,” he managed.
“Yes. Sir.”
