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“Haven’t you learned that by now?”
He laughed, the deep bass coursing through every vein, velvety yet demanding. I glanced into his eyes as I unbuttoned the first one, my panties already soaked.
“Where’s Jeremy?” I purred, uncertain I cared.
“Out for the afternoon. Would it matter?”
“Not in the least.”
“Good girl.” He didn’t try to interfere as I slowly unfastened the rest of his buttons, taking my time to peel the shirt away from his sculpted chest. When I pressed both hands on his skin, he closed his eyes, his breathing labored. “I adore your touch.”
I teased him as he’d done to me before, using a single finger to trace every muscle, inhaling his rich, musky scent until I was lightheaded. The man had become my drug, a need that at times felt desperate. As I rolled my finger around several of his scars, his body tensed. He had so many horrible stories that kept him awake at night, traumas that no one could imagine unless they’d gone through being captured and tortured.
When I finally rolled the shirt off his shoulders, sliding the material down his arms, I noticed his eyes were now half open. There was such darkness in them, but there was no discounting the raging lust spiraling around his irises.
“What are you hungry for?”
His nostrils flared before he answered. “Everything. I’m going to devour you.”
I tugged the shirt away, allowing it to slip through my fingers to the floor. Then I placed both hands on his belt, running my fingers along the edge of the thick leather, the scent of it filtering into my system. I’d never known how powerful and intimate a spanking could be. My body had betrayed me more than I thought possible, now craving his firm hand. Even the pain had become a threshold, allowing raw bliss to form, something I’d never experienced before.
“Are you telling me you need a harsh spanking, little girl?”
The tremor of his voice skittered through me, adding to the vibrations dancing along the inside of both legs, shooting into my aching pussy.
“Am I a bad girl?”
“Do I really need to answer that?”
I tugged on the buckle as he growled. “Yes.”
“Remove your clothes,” he commanded again. “Then you can return and finish the job.”
There was a strange thrill about his demands, my body tingling all over. I backed away a few inches, my eyes never leaving his as I undressed. My mouth watered from the sight of his thick bulge. I envisioned his cock inside my mouth, his cum spilling down the back of my throat.
With every second that passed, his breathing became more guttural, his chest rising and falling rapidly, the thick cords in his neck throbbing.
When I was completely naked, he took a deep breath then used his index finger to guide me, telling me to turn in a full circle. There was something sinful about what he was doing, and it added to the excitement. I did as he asked, the cool breeze blowing in through the cracked window slicing across my aching nipples. Goosebumps popped along every inch of skin, my heart racing.
“Come here.”
I walked closer, my rapid pulse echoing in my ears.
“Unfasten and remove my belt. Then hand it to me.”
There was no question I’d follow his order, my hands reaching for the buckle immediately. His hot breath cascaded across my shoulders as I started to tug the thick strap from his belt loops. I was nervous, fully aroused, hungrier than I’d ever been in my life. The man had a way of awakening every one of my senses, keeping white-hot heat searing every nerve ending. When I had the belt in my hand, I held it up, my breath skipping.
“What do you smell? Hold it under your nose.”
I brought the strap to my face, taking a deep whiff. “Power.”
He seemed surprised by my answer, his upper lip curling. As he removed it from my hand, he rolled his knuckles down the side of my face. “You do need regular discipline. I’m the only man who will provide that for you.”
While it seemed like a promise, a telling of our future together, we both knew differently. This was nothing more than a fantasy, a way of coping with the ugly situation, but at that moment, I was the girl who would accept any form of punishment he believed necessary. When he placed his hand on my shoulder, I realized he’d turned into the disciplinarian for the moment, nodding toward the bed. There was still such a look of primal need on his face, but he was biding his time, trying to keep control as he provided what I needed.
And what I deserved.
“Place a pillow in the middle of the sheets then lie across it.” His words were dark, demanding, and sent another round of shivers down my spine.
