“Because I told you to.” When she purposely clenched her mouth shut, I clamped my hand on her jaw, using just enough pressure her eyes opened wide at the same time her mouth did.
“Ouch!”
I lifted an eyebrow, determined to keep her quiet. I knew all about the different wings of her house. I’d gleaned more information from her than she realized, including the full layout of the house. Yet there would be guards walking the perimeter at the fifteen-minute intervals. I didn’t want a single sound to drift through the walls.
When she finally obeyed, her eyes were instantly filled with shock when I shoved the lace into her mouth.
Her muffled cry would be something else I’d remember long after I was gone.
“I don’t want you giving our location and our time spent together away. But you do need to learn that ignoring rules has consequences.” I’d become an entirely different man around her, explaining myself when I never did with anyone else before.
Maybe because she truly was so vulnerable, a sweet girl who’d made the mistake of getting involved with a monster.
So I was tender with her, taking the time to explain the reasons behind my actions. Still, when I pulled her over my lap, it shocked the hell out of her. I could tell by the way her body tensed, stiffening to the point even with the gag in her mouth, she had difficulty breathing.
But when she found her anger, she spewed around the material, which kept me smiling.
When I rolled my fingertips down her spine, I memorized every disc, every bump in her lovely skin. The smile lingered when I reached the crack of her ass. If only there was more time, I’d claim every hole. For now the spanking would need to do.
First I rolled my index finger down the crack of her ass, driving it into her sweet pussy once again. Her moans of fury became ones of hunger as her muscles started to relax.
But with the first crack of my hand on her bottom, she pushed up from the bed. I could feel the shock, the touch of anger resuming, taking full control over her. In her act of defiance, she kicked out, her muffled cries only fueling the darkest part of me. She had a way of issuing her own reins of control that both excited and surprised me.
As I brought my palm down several times, the shock wore away, leaving her body twisting in my hold. For her size, she was still a little powerhouse, almost managing to slide off mylap. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I shouldn’t be so indulgent. The necessity of keeping our time spent together short was right there, but so much of me couldn’t care less.
I continued, smacking one side of her buttocks then the other. With every crack of my palm, my skin tingled with an incessant urge to fuck her.
The roughness I craved wasn’t fair to her or her vulnerable body, but how could I resist? There was something cathartic about the round of discipline, our connection deepening. There was no rhyme or reason why except I could easily gather a whiff of her excitement.
She was wetter than before, her entire body on fire. I was caught up in the moment of dominating every inch, savoring every moment of heat building to a precipice.
Her wiggling continued, her long legs kicking out. If allowed any leverage, she would fight me with everything she had. But that wasn’t about to happen.
I was far too enthralled, my cock requiring relief. How strange that the need for her was wrapped up in techniques of protection.
Yet the spanking was pushing the sadistic side of me closer to the surface. With her sweet thighs parted, I was offered a beautiful look of her glistening pussy lips. I could easily bury my face in her wetness and feast for hours.
If only that was possible.
After four more brutal smacks of my hand, I’d had enough. She lay limp in my arms, but I knew her well enough to know shecould just be biding her time. I didn’t allow her the opportunity to retaliate, easing her onto all fours.
When I crowded behind her, she lowered her head. The enchantment continued, especially given how her long hair fanned across her shoulders. There was no resisting my raging desires. I grabbed a fistful of hair with one hand while guiding the tip of my cock to her sweetness.
The way she stiffened when I pushed deeper inside kept my brutality at a minimum. I slowed, taking my time doing so. When I was fully seated, she allowed herself a sweeter, softer moan captured by the material.
I couldn’t stand not being able to hear her sexy moans. As soon as I ripped the panties from her mouth, she cursed in Italian, the names she afforded me stronger than those most men would say. And I loved them.
There was very little about this girl that didn’t keep me on a sharp precipice. I could easily fall off the cliff into the great abyss. I wondered if she had any idea the changes she’d caused in me.
Or the longing that kept me filled.
The heated moment was a sheer rush, the adrenaline keeping my stamina strong. Yet I noticed the wind was dying down, the rain drifting into a soft pitter-patter. The storm could no longer hide my presence.
Our time would soon end.
It had to or I couldn’t keep her safe.
I rubbed her back as I pulled out, driving into her again. She was so damn hot to the touch, and my own skin was on fire.
