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I cried out again and again as his tongue moved and my stomach swooped and bottomed out and the dance lived inside me as he mastered me completely. The pearls added sensation, and his tongue, and it wouldn’t stop, I never wanted it to stop, never stop, oh God never stop—
I threw my head back and thrust out my breasts, the dangling nipple clamps dancing and tugging and stimulating me even more even though it shouldn’t be possible. Oh fuck, pleasure like this shouldn’t be possible. How was this possible?
And then suddenly Beau wasn’t on the floor anymore. He was on his feet and the pearls were pushed aside, just slightly so they still slid wetly against my clit as he thrust inside me, hard as iron.
I clenched and cried out around him, and I threw my arms around his neck and clung to him for dear life. My life raft in the careening ocean waves that kept crashing into me, covering me, covering me. I spasmed around his cock, the orgasms not stopping me.
I didn’t know it could be like this. Why hadn’t anyone told me it could be like this? If I’d had a warning maybe I could have put up some defenses but as it was—
He shoved in again, so deep, so deep that I shuddered around him in an entirely new way, a whole new set of pleasure responders set off.
I dug my nails into his shoulders, but I wasn’t sure he even felt it through his suit coat. But he felt something at least, because then he was coming, fucking me into the wall with desperate thrusts and then pinning me there like a captured butterfly, both of us ragged and shaking as he exploded inside me.
Then he leaned in, his breath hot and harsh on my ear. “Now you’re marked with Radcliffe everywhere possible, covered in me inside and out.”
I shivered and shuddered and clung to him for the last moments that I could before he pulled away because God, it was both the perfectly right and wrong thing to say.
Because he had no clue the power of a name, and how it was everything I wanted in the world.
After all, his name was why I was here.
I would give these jewels back at the end of the night, but the Radcliffe name would be mine by the time we were through.
8
Beau
“Now that we’re back in our room, I think that a punishment is in order,” I said, closing the bedroom door behind us.
A dark hunger possessed me, and there was only one way to quench it.
“Punishment?” Her eyes were wide, but the mischievous smirk on her face told me she knew exactly what was coming… what was owed.
“My family jewels are to be handled with care and respect at all times. The Radcliffe diamonds should never be soiled with champagne,” I began to lecture as I took hold of my belt buckle and slowly unfastened.
“Oh really?” she said, as she took a few steps backwards toward the bed. She ran her fingertips along the diamonds draping her body and added, “Have I been a bad girl?”
“A very bad girl.”
I took hold of my belt and yanked it from the loops. The swishing sound of the leather being freed, and the metal clank of the buckle caused Abilene to glance down with even wider eyes.
“Wha… what do you have in mind?” Her bravado was wearing off, and I could see a twinkle of fear mixed with desire in her eyes.
Rather than answering with words, I took hold of her arm and spun her around to bend over the bed. There wasn’t any clothing to get in my way, and her firm, creamy ass made for the perfect target. Without hesitating, I brought the leather of my belt against her ass, loving how the crack of the belt blended with her squeal of surprise.
“I’m going to spank this ass of yours to teach you how to properly handle the Radcliffe name.”
To my surprise, Abilene held position. She kept her ass pushed out as her body bent over the mattress. The diamonds glimmered in the dim light of the room as they brushed up against the bed. Her red hair had now loosened from the pinned-up creation from earlier in the night, and crimson curls kissed her skin.
I brought the belt down again, and again, loving the sound of her gasps and whimpers. But what I loved the most was that she remained in place. She submitted to my dominance, and I fucking could barely stand not having my cock buried inside of her. Trying to keep my focus on the task at hand, I snapped the leather even harder, watching her white flesh redden with each lash.
“It stings,” she cried out.
I replied with another.
“Beau…”
And another.
My dominance craved more of the belting, and her submission seemed to call for it. Over and over, I brought down the belt until every inch of her skin appeared as if fire had licked her flesh. Her mewls and moans were morphing to whimpers and even cries, and yet her body never broke stance.
