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Whack.
Holy crap, this one was even harder. She squeezed her eyes tight and tried to sort her crazy, wild thoughts.
"Did I order you to think? No. I ordered you to count each slap and say those words. Do you want to use your safe word?"
God, this was awful. So why was she so damn wet? Her pussy throbbed with emptiness and need at the same time her bottom flamed. "No, Sir," she said miserably.
"Then we'll begin."
The next slap landed on her upper thigh. She gobbled up a breath and forced the words from her lips. "One. I am beautiful, Sir."
"Very nice."
She winced as his next strike hit dead center on her right cheek. She'd always imagined a flogger or crop could administer more pain than a Dom's hand. Now she knew different. "Two. I am beautiful, Sir."
She grit her teeth and said the words over and over, until something began to loosen inside of her. Panic loomed, but she had no time to sort it out, she was too busy counting the slaps that rained down on her sore bottom. A terrible, looming sob lodged inside her chest. Her eyes stung with unshed tears she refused to shed, and as she fought viciously, Leo never stopped, until pain and pleasure melded into a sharp, colorful wave of sensation. Her world narrowed to a pinpoint, where every sting on her ass, every jerk of her nipples, every zing to her pulsing clit swallowed her whole, pushing her toward a release just out of reach. Her body became one giant ache.
The slaps became harder. The edge loomed closer. The tears bubbled up to the surface. She choked out the words, and then his next hit broke right through her barriers, letting loose a heartfelt sob, and suddenly his fingers dove deep inside her wet pussy, twisting and pumping with ferocious force and she arched back hard in desperation and need, dangling on the razor edge of madness and terrifying, violent release.
"Come for me."
The nipple clamps jerked free.
Ferocious, wicked pain shot straight to her nipples. She screamed, writhing madly in his lap, and then he pinched her hard clit and she was coming, over and over, caught in a tidal wave of pure pleasure and ecstasy. The knot deep inside unraveled and tossed her into convulsions of raw release, but Leo held her tight, absorbing every shudder and tear that shook from her body.
With a muttered curse, he tossed her onto the bed, guiding her arms over her head and her fingers around the posts of the headboard. "Don't let go," he ground out. Her sore bottom pulsed against the soft quilt, and she kept writhing as shockwaves of pleasure zapped at her body.
In a haze, she watched him undress, revealing toasty golden skin covered in dark hair, endless carved muscles, and those beautiful tats scrolled over his corded arms. His cock was thick and powerful, jutting out with animal pride. His dark eyes gleamed with fierce intent and a hungry lust that curled her toes. She squeezed the posts hard and parted her legs wide with invitation and a submission that felt completely right.
"You're going to take all of me," he commanded in that dark, silky voice. He rolled on the condom with deliberate motions. The hint of menace thrilled her and she tilted her hips up, showing him she was eager to obey. His gaze fixed on her wet, pulsing pussy with a touch of possession. "You're going to scream my name as long as you can, and maybe then I'll let you come again. And then you're going to thank me for every orgasm I deign to give you."
"Yes, Sir." She wet her bottom lip. "Please."
He yanked her hips down and settled himself between her spread thighs. His gaze ravished every inch of her body, and then he gave a grunt, reared up, and speared her with one quick, hard thrust.
She threw her head back on the pillow. His name broke from her lips. She was split apart, his throbbing cock taking up every inch of her body, and instinctually she fought him off, but he pressed his chest against hers, pinning her down on the mattress and took her mouth in a violent kiss.
His tongue plunged as deep as his cock, leaving nothing for her to keep. He demanded it all, pushing every thought out of her head except the demand for her surrender. Slowly, her muscles relaxed and softened, opening up and accepting the burning heat of his command.
Then he moved.
Tongue and cock taking her completely. Fingers bruising her hips as he held her ruthlessly in place for each thrust. And then it was happening again, her body lit from the inside, her clit demanding more pressure as the orgasm built.
"Please, Sir, please let me come."
He raised his mouth, pupils dilating his eyes until they seemed coal black, pulling her into the consuming darkness until there was no way out. "I think you can do better than that. Beg me."
He angled his body, moving her like a rag doll until he hit the spot that shimmered with shocking pleasure. Her nipples burned in agony, and her pussy clenched around his dick, and his teeth bit her lower lip and she pleased; begged; sobbed; yelling his name over and over, desperate for release.
With a satisfied grunt, he lifted her legs up high over his shoulders and thrust deeper. His fingers rubbed her clit with firm, steady pressure and he hit that magic spot again and again until she came hard.
She heard his low shout of release and he jerked his hips wildly, spilling his seed. Eyes half-closed, she watched him fall apart. Carved lips open in pleasure, chiseled jaw clenched, he was masculine power and beauty above her. And when he collapsed on the mattress, rolling her to the side to tuck her tight against his chest, Scarlett buried her face against his damp skin and treasured the sudden, glorious silence inside her.
As if he sensed the reverence of the moment, he didn't speak. Just stroked her hair, letting her absorb his body heat and strength. For the first time, she not only felt treasured, but protected. Cared for. Those silly tears stung her eyes again, but she guessed Leo had finally shown her what she'd been desperately looking for. Not only excruciating pleasure, but the freedom in her own sexuality. As the quiet stretched between them, she wondered if she should thank him, or say something witty or--
"Close your eyes for a bit, little one. Just rest."
Scarlett smiled, and with a little sigh of contentment, obeyed.
Chapter Five
LEO GLANCED DOWN at the woman in his arms.
Her eyes were closed. Those red lips were parted and held a dreamy half smile. Her brow was smooth and relaxed, and the red and black mask emphasized the pale smoothness to her skin. His fingers itched to remove the final barrier between them and demand she give up her last piece of defense.
But he didn't have the right.
He wasn't her Dom. He was moving to Vegas. This was a brief interlude between strangers.
Then why didn't she feel like a stranger?
Why did she feel familiar? Like a whisper of a memory from the moment his mouth claimed hers? It was as if she'd imprinted herself on his very flesh in the last few hours and he wasn't sure how to handle it.
He got up from the bed quietly and walked into the bathroom to get some clean washcloths. He needed to get a grip. Yes, she'd touched something inside him he'd never experienced before. Her shattering surrender and truthfulness. Her vulnerability and strength. Her sweetness and touch of spice.
But she wasn't his.
Smothering a vicious curse, he returned to the bed and began cleaning her up. She gave a small moan as he smoothed the cloth over her inner thighs and pussy. He took the second one and wiped away the dried tears on he
r cheek, smoothing away the sweat drying on her skin. She practically purred beneath his touch and Leo was taken aback at the violent surge of possession that swamped him.
He wanted to be the one to guide her deeper into BDSM. To learn her. Take care of her.
He needed more damn time.
"Sir? May I ask a question?"
He smiled, returning the cloths to the bathroom and sitting on the edge of the bed. "You can call me Leo while we're out of scene."
She drowsily propped herself up on her elbow. Dark waves fell over her naked breasts, allowing just the hard tip of her cherry red nipple to peak through. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity. "How long have you been a Dom?"
"About ten years now. I always felt like something was missing for me during sex, but I had no idea what it was. My cousin, Roman, educated me in the world of BDSM. He was a dominant and when I told him about my lack of sex drive, he sensed I needed to try BDSM. The first time a woman sank to her knees in front of me, I'd never felt so complete. It was as if I finally belonged and knew who I was."
"How old are you now?"
He grinned. "Thirty-five." She looked eager to ask more, but seemed hesitant, as if it was against the rules. "Scarlett, you can ask me anything you want and I'll answer truthfully. You have just as much right to demand from me as I do from you."
Pleasure bloomed on her face. God, she was so expressive. "Are you still in the Navy?"
"No, I got out same time as Jonathan and Cruz. I work in security now."
Her gaze touched on his arms with admiration. "Did you get your tats in the Navy?"
He absently stroked the intricate designs that marked his skin. "Yeah. Serving for those years showed me some things in the world I'd been immune to." He trailed off, but her eyes urged him to continue. His ink was extremely personal and many people didn't give a shit about the why. "My father wasn't the nicest guy in the world. We had a crappy relationship, so I did my share of teen rebellion. I became wrapped up in myself and what people could do for me. Always focused on how bad or good I felt. I was selfish."
"Most teens are," she said.
"Maybe. I decided to join the navy as a big fuck you to my dad, who wasn't a fan of the military. Service changed me. For the first time, I saw beyond my own world and grew up. I never wanted to forget so I got ink for each of the things I learned were important."
