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“Tell me.”
“I came so hard,” Cara muttered, burying her face into the bed sheets and groaning, her body limp and at my whim.
“And you’ll come again.”
“Oh God…”
“God’s not here, only me.” She shuddered as I caressed her ass, and when she was practically purring, I landed a hard slap on her cheek. She cried out, and on reflex, tried to lift herself from me. With another slap, she laid back down, accepting her punishment.
“I’m going to spank you, pussycat.”
Slap.
“Until your ass is a pretty shade of pink.”
Slap.
“Then I’m going to fuck you again.”
Slap.
“Okay?”
“Yes, s—” She jumped as I slapped her again before I paused to admire the hue her skin was taking on. Gripping around her hips, I lifted her and leaned in to run my tongue between her ass cheeks, causing her to squeal again. She was mine tonight to do with what I pleased, to use as I wanted until I was too exhausted to go on. She’d run out of energy long before I did, and if she simply wanted to lay there while I fucked her one final time, that was fine with me.
Another slap.
Another squeal of pleasure mingled with pain.
And so much more to come.
CARA
The sunlight streaming insistently through the far window woke me, and I was initially surprised to find I had woken before Emrick. Although perhaps I shouldn’t be, we went for hours last night, and I was completely exhausted at the end, collapsing and falling asleep almost immediately when he pulled his cock from my mouth after coming for what I think was the fifth time. Maybe the seventh, I had no idea. I probably came almost twice as many times, and again when I didn’t think I had anything more to give, he’d draw another orgasm from me with his fingers. I’d never known a man to have that kind of stamina—Emrick overrode the memory of the client from The Palace.
I had the marks to show for it, and short of wearing a turtleneck to work, there’d be no way to cover the bruises on my neck and teeth marks on my back and shoulders. No one would see the red of my ass, though, thankfully, although I’m sure I’d feel it for a few days when I sat down.
Whatever, I’ll wear the marks with pride.
He was incredible. His touch was rough, and he’d push me to the edge of my limits, but not beyond. Was it intentional? I couldn’t be sure. There wasn’t much about Emrick I’d describe as gentle, but when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he would reward me with an earth-shattering orgasm, it was worth it.
I could see how that treatment might scare some people away, and what did it say about me since I was still here? That all I could think about was wantingmore?Shrugging to myself, I stretched my legs out under the sheet. I already knew I was messed up inside, so this wasn’t news to me.
Rolling over, I watched him breathe. He had his back turned to me, and frowning, I gently pulled the light sheet off him, slapping a hand to my mouth to contain my gasp.
Never have I seen scars like that before.
Large crescent moon-shaped scars trailing from his shoulders almost down to his hips. Two shapes curving toward each other, his skin looking as though it had been burned or branded, thick scar tissue of twisted pinks and whites filled the moon shapes, the skin stretched and blotchy.
Whatever caused those scars must have been incredibly painful, and I wondered if they had something to do with his rage at the world and everyone within it. He was always so angry, and I assumed it was a defense mechanism for dealing with this business. But now I wasn’t so sure. Someone had hurt him incredibly badly, and maybe all of this was him seeking revenge on the world when he couldn’t get to the one who had caused the pain.
Maybe I was hoping to see something inside him that wasn’t there.
Biting my bottom lip, I reached out my hand, brushing my fingers gently across the scars’ surface. I screamed when, in one smooth motion, Emrick rolled over and snatched my hand from the air before pouncing on me, pinning me down with my hands on either side of my head. His dark eyes flashed with rage, and he was breathing like a wounded bull. He’d gone from peaceful slumber to an animal in seconds.
“I… I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean—”
“Don’t ever.Don’t touch. Notever. Don’t.”
