Page 61 of Steel

And again.

And… again.

Until the monotonous rhythm could almost lull me to sleep had my pussy not been throbbing. I pushed up from the bed, even throwing my arm back to try to stop him.

Which he caught, wrangling it all the way behind my back and pinning it in position. Then he continued the round of discipline until I was hot and wet all over, eager to beg him to stop. But I clamped my mouth shut, ignoring the blistering anguish and centering my mind as I’d learned to do when facing tragedy or danger.

I could close the world off, pretending there was no one around me.

Only I found I couldn’t do that with this man. Or with the actions he was taking. What in the world was wrong with me? Maybe because I was bouncing on his lap, humping him like some wayward floozy. And I was enjoying every second of tormenting him the way he was doing with me.

With three more brutal strikes, I was ready to bite his hand, almost allowed the opportunity when he dared to stroke damphair from my face. Of course I was sweating. The spanking hurt like a son of a bitch.

“Now, do you think you’ve learned your lesson and won’t be running into a burning vehicle anytime soon?” I hadn’t realized the man was a control freak. He’d appeared more like a fighter than a… Okay, maybe I’d read him wrong, but he wasn’t ever going to be able to garner the upper hand again. Not with this girl.

“Absolutely,” I said sweetly.

Steel took several deep breaths, keeping his hand on the small of my back and the belt resting across my aching bottom. Which was on fire, heat resonating off my skin, floating toward the ceiling. There was no way I’d be able to sit for a solid week. Maybe more.

He even drummed his fingers across the surface, which wasn’t helping. “Alright. I’ll believe you, but if you do something like that again, the punishment will be much worse.”

Was he kidding me? Did he honestly think I went around trying to find burning vehicles?

The belt was tossed and suddenly, I was on my back in the center of the bed. With the man yanking my arms over my head and pressing them into the comforter. “I’ll hold you to that. Brat.”

“I’m not a brat.”

“Hell, yes, you are.” His hold on my wrists was tight, the pressure enough he was telling me I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere. Did he think I’d forgotten?

His hair was just long enough that when he leaned over, the strands swept across my face. I lost my mind, offering a slight moan, which made him smile as he lowered his head.

“No,” I whispered. “I’m much. Much. Worse.”

His lips were so close I was lost in thinking about how they tasted, how their softness brought an entirely different sense of need from any other act of intimacy I’d felt before. I was no longer thrown by my cravings, merely stunned at how controlled he truly was.

When he finally brushed his lips across mine, I arched my back. The desperate need crawling through me was so unusual I wasn’t certain how to feel. Or what to think. Maybe he was feeling the same way because he pulled back just long enough to rake his gaze down my face to my chest.

“So freaking gorgeous.” Using his knee, he nudged my legs apart, settling between them. The pressure of having his weight against me, his cock positioned dangerously close to my wetness was pushing the bad girl to the surface.

I was surprised when he let go of my arms, even pushing up from the bed. He was completely predatory, every action and every word suggesting the lengths he’d go to enjoy his prey. Why did that make me so excited?

“Then don’t keep taunting me.” I managed to slip my hand between us, shuddering when I was able to rake the edge of my nail down the side of his shaft. Maybe I was counting the images because with every passing second, I grew wetter.

And hotter.

And hungrier.

I did adore the slow and easy curl of his lips as he smiled. “Am I driving you crazy?”

“As always.” I slipped my finger across his sensitive slit, realizing there was already a few drops of pre-cum. When I brought my finger to my lips, his eyes flashed. As soon as I slipped the tip into my mouth, a growl rose from his throat.

My God, the taste of him was so sweet, delicious to the point I wanted nothing more than to suck on his cock until he laced my throat with his cream. When I pulled my finger free, he shook his head as if grading the bad girl on her actions.

His expression darkened, the dark stubble defining his jawline, boosting his dangerous, bad boy image. “Good. Because I intend on doing so over and over again. Until you learn your lesson.”

“I’m usually a quick learner.” Once again, I slipped my hand between us, wrapping my fingers around the thickness, biting back a moan of shock from the full understanding of how large he was. No man should be this well-endowed. My fingers barely touched even though I was squeezing. I stroked several times, torturing him to see what he’d do.

His muscles stiffened all over again.