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As soon as he pushed off her body, she rolled the opposite direction, using her tied hands to help push to her feet. Desperate to get out into the hallway where she could scream for help, she left her bag on the floor. She only made it two steps before he tackled her again, this time from behind. The carpet burn on her knees would surely leave a mark. She wished she’d worn slacks to the salon today instead of a dress.
Bri kicked, scrambling forward on her hands and knees just a few feet before she felt his hands on both her ankles. His hard yank had her body flopping back to the carpet with a thud. She kicked, making it hard, but not impossible, for him to get her feet tied together.
This was bad. Really bad.
It was a small consolation that Jake was breathing heavy, like he’d just finished a workout. When he pushed to his feet, leaving her on the floor, she started inching her way across the carpet toward the door, doing her best to ignore the animalistic need gnawing at her core.
“Help! Someone!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, praying another guest or housekeeper was passing by the room.
She was only a few feet from the door when the first line of fire lit up her ass. The heat licked deeper than just her skin as the bite of pain nipped at that part of herself she kept tightly locked up.
“That’s my girl. I knew she was still inside there somewhere.”
That was exactly what Brianna was afraid of.
“Stop! You can’t do this to me!”
“Oh, slut, I disagree. Not onlycanI whip this body of yours into a frenzy—I know you want it.”
“Fuck you, Jake! This will be rape!”
“Such a nasty word for something as explosive as what we have together.” The next line of fire fell an inch lower across her ass. Her thin dress and panties did absolutely nothing to protect her from the assault. “Aren’t you glad I remembered to throw my thickest dragon tail in my carryon? I remember it used to make you sing better than almost any other implement in my arsenal, well except maybe the cane.”
Her howl of pain was anything but melodic. She just prayed someone would hear her and call security. The next strike of the leather was the hardest yet. It had been so long… yet, God help her, the next thought that popped into her brain was how much she’d missed this.
There’s something wrong with me. I hate that I need this.
Jake’s punishment paused, giving Brianna enough time to renew her caterpillar crawl across the carpet toward the door. Only six more feet.
Above her, she heard the unmistakable sound of one of Jake’s oldest tortures. She pushed to her knees, wiggling toward the door, but he was too fast. She threw her head left and right, but the two-inch wide, six-inch-long strip of electrical tape was slapped across her mouth from behind. He’d caught a chunk of her long, dark hair under the tape.
His lips were once again against her ear. “As much as I love hearing you scream, we can’t have anyone hearing how much fun we’re having now, can we?”
His hands found the hem of her dress, pulling it easily over her head. She grabbed onto the fabric, trying to slow him down, but the tearing sound scared her. They were the only clothes she’d have when she left, that was, assuming she didn’t die in room 917. This wasn’t the first time she’d feared for her life with him, though.
Once she was down to her panties, bra, and shoes, Jake scooped her up and carried her back to the nearby sitting area. His face was just a few inches away, forcing her to slam her eyes closed. She couldn’t bear seeing the sadistic glee plastered all over his face.
The deeper she got into the room, the farther the panic pulled her down. What a fool she’d been to think she could erase her biggest mistake by making an even bigger one today. She forced herself to focus on the memory of her handsome husband. If only she’d driven to Markus’s office, she’d be there right now. She could have come clean. She might have still lost him, but at least she’d have avoided making things even worse.
Jake dumped her to her feet behind a heavy armchair before shoving her upper body hard enough that she fell forward, her face crashing into the seat cushion. She’d been down this road more times than she could count with Jake, so she was ready for him the second he undid the rope tying her ankles together.
Her kick connected with his shin, but only drew a chuckle from her captor as he pulled her left leg wide to the outside of the chair, tying her ankle to the wooden leg. The chair was wide, so her right ankle secured to the other leg left her spread open, at Jake’s mercy.
The sound of tearing fabric came next as she felt the room’s air-conditioning on her bared pussy. She grumbled behind the tape, unable to vocalize her anger at his ruining her panties, realizing that was the least of her worries.
Bri steeled herself for the pain she knew was coming. If dread and fury were her only emotions, she might have been able to lie to herself, but the spike in her pulse betrayed that a big part of her was exhilarated for what was ahead. Her heart hurt as she admitted to herself how much she’d missed it. Not Jake, but his dominance. The excitement of the chase. The submission of being caught.
Unable to see with her face in the chair, her first clue of the coming pain was the swish of the leather just before it connected with her now naked ass. She jolted hard enough that the chair wobbled. The next strike fell lower, near the bottom of her curvy ass.
The loud groan filling the room was part pain… part something else she desperately wanted to ignore.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
Three fast and furious lines of heat took her breath away. She wiggled her ass the few centimeters that the give in the ropes allowed, but it brought no relief. It helped to focus on the pain because she knew she deserved that for being stupid enough to trust Jake enough to find herself here… again.
When he moved his strikes lower to her thighs, tears filled her eyes. She fought off a sob, mainly because she knew Jake got off on being able to make her cry.
Hard. Soft. Fast. Slow. Jake played her body perfectly… or more accurately, disastrously. The red welts on her bottom weren’t the only fire in room. Her pussy had started to constrict involuntarily, preparing for the coming tsunami.
