We’d had sex, passionate rough sex that we’d both hungered for. Yet she was enraged that I was daring to touch her in an intimate way. Maybe there was a small part of me that held some sense of being a gentleman left given I initially kept my eyes on hers while sliding the material down her thighs.
But I was a man who was used to getting what he wanted, which was why I couldn’t help myself, my gaze dropping very slowly along the smooth lines of her skin. The woman was soft in all the right places, hard in those that mattered, and far too enticing in every fluid move her body made. She was now frozen, the warmth that she’d exuded both on the plane and while enjoying the cat and mouse game now gone.
The reality of who I was had pressed in.
Now I wasn’t so certain I wanted her to think of me as the monster I’d portrayed myself as being. Wasn’t that just fucking fantastic. I was worrying about what she thought while preparing to spank her for disobeying me. Hell, for being strongof body and mind to the point she’d almost gotten the better of me.
There could be no denying the truth, even from myself.
Her body swayed as I lowered my eyes to her pussy, her smooth skin on perfect display. Even the sweet curve of her thighs had my mouth watering. In craving yet another taste, I was pushing my own line. Plus, indulging here and now might only place a target on my head.
Damn it. When her panties were around her knees, I took and held a deep breath that did nothing but further the feeling of being lightheaded. The woman was becoming difficult to ignore. She didn’t make a single sound as I brushed my fingers along the inside of her legs, taking my time until my mind was a blur.
With a heavy exhale, I shot her another look, this time our eyes locking. If I didn’t stop now, I wouldn’t be able to yank the beast back into his cage. But dear God, she was wet, her thong already damp and her pussy lips glistening. The desire for this woman was stronger than I’d felt in a very long time, even more so than days before.
Maybe because the stakes were higher.
Or maybe because she was right. I’d made her my prisoner.
I yanked her over my lap, immediately grabbing the hairbrush. I wasn’t a gentle man, at least not normally, although I’d been more so around her than with any other woman. But punishment was called for.
It had been a long time since I’d felt this strongly about disciplining a woman. With a man, everything was different.The level of anger. The penance required. The bloodshed. Everything.
With Vivian, I needed compliance, but I also felt protective, which meant I couldn’t allow her to do anything that would aid in getting her killed.
Plus, if I had to admit it to myself, I was enjoying the hell out of requiring her surrender.
Even if there would be hell to pay later.
Maybe that’s what I was hoping for.
CHAPTER 11
Vivian
Very few things in life shocked me any longer. How could they after working in a hospital setting in the middle of one of the largest cities in the country if not the world?
The various horrors would forever be ingrained in my mind. So much so that after the first few shifts in the emergency room, I’d lost ten pounds and hadn’t slept other than a few hours in two weeks.
But like almost all conditions humans are forced to endure in their lives, I became numb to the violence, the reprehensible acts one human performed on another. Including children.
Including animals.
I’d sensed how controlling my captor was after the first thirty minutes spent with him in a beautiful lounge, but this was… entirely different.
Kirill spanking me had been unexpected enough I was jarred into silence without movement. For all of five seconds. But as soon as the second crack of the wooden back on the hairbrush had made contact with my skin, I’d screamed through the gag. Not that it had done me a lot of good. The people in my apartment building were typical New Yorkers.
A bloody murder could occur in the room next door and they’d turn up the television louder. It was insane how people were.
That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try, my agitation with the man fueling my fury. I struggled to get off his lap even as the brush was brought down several more times, but to no avail. He was far too strong and I was weakened from all the earlier fighting.
While he continued bringing the brush down in an even, methodical rhythm, I was driven into a lull in reality. Not one that fueled the fight I’d had earlier, but the one that said in no uncertain terms I was going nowhere.
Not unless he allowed it. The reality that he was stronger, faster, and more ruthless was finally settling in. That didn’t mean I’d stop trying to escape, but right now, I was exhausted on every level.
Sadly, being tired was only one reason I wasn’t fighting back and it was only partly to do with having my hands bound. My body was trembling. All over. Quivering from the interaction, our banter, and the excitement of having him close. How ridiculous was that? I was so into the throes of passion that my core was on fire.
How was that even possible? So much so that the hard throbbing in my pussy had caused my scent of desire to float between us.
