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As I headed into the lush bathroom, closing the door and leaning against it, I could only imagine what his house looked like in Kansas City.
Toto doesn’t live here any longer.
I laughed to myself, wondering how Dorothy would feel about his kingdom forged out of blood and violence. As I moved toward the lavish shower, I couldn’t seem to stop laughing. The entire situation was ridiculous. The two of us should be incompatible but we were drawn to each other in every way.
As I stepped onto the cool marble, starting the water, I held my arms as a cold chill swept through me. How many times had I called him a monster? How many times had I told him I hated him?
He’d known better. He’d called my bluff, laughing as if I was telling a joke. There’d been so much I’d wanted to say, but I’d been consumed with lust, incapable of staying in my right mind. Oh, God, I wanted to hate the man.
He wanted to consider himself a businessman and nothing else. He’d even told me about the casinos and other lucrative businesses over dinner. While I’d learned years before many of them were legitimate, they were only a front for other operations that had made his family wealthy. I’d wondered if he was trying to impress me.
Or maybe fool me instead.
When the water finally turned hot, I eased under it, shivering from a rush of adrenaline. I found it interesting I was no longer afraid of him, even though I was well aware he’d punish me for a single infraction.
My skin prickled only seconds later and as I turned my head, I noticed his huge form in silhouette, waiting just outside the shower as if I was supposed to invite him in. I leaned against the shower wall, pressing one arm across my naked breasts, a single whimper escaping.
When he opened the shower door, he narrowed his eyes, his breathing ragged.
“You disobeyed me.”
“What could happen in the middle of the ocean?” I asked, hating the almost timid sound to my voice. Damn it. He was fully aroused, his cock at full attention. And I realized I was sliding my tongue across my lips.
Get control. Don’t do this.
But it was already too late.
He closed the door, and I basked in the look of his magnificent form, holding my breath as he placed first one palm against the wall beside my head then the other. Very slowly he lowered his head, the slight rumble of his primal growl forcing goosebumps tingling every inch of my body.
“You have no idea what lengths my enemies will go in order to take what belongs to me.”
The man was dangerously possessive, his wants exciting my senses.
“Even here?”
“Even here, where I’m most vulnerable. You need to be taught a lesson that when I give you a command, you will follow it.” His face remained hovering over mine, his lips centimeters away, yet he didn’t kiss me even though he took several deep breaths. When he jerked me around to face the same hard, cold wall, I smacked my hands on the tile. Without hesitation, he kicked my legs apart, bringing his hand down against my bottom.
“Oh!” The single moan was ripped with desire but as he cracked his palm against my skin several additional times, I closed my eyes, the discomfort quickly turning into a rapture of pain. I would have never believed that a spanking could turn me on as much as it did, but as he peppered my already aching bottom with several additional smacks, I clawed at the tile, my entire body trembling.
“You’re a very bad girl in need of harsh discipline.” His voice was little more than a whisper.
“No.” Did he know what I was thinking? He’d looked at me entirely differently since the call, as if he’d returned to thinking I was his enemy when I’d done nothing wrong.
“Yes.” He elongated the single word, the sound of his voice skittering through every cell. He continued the spanking, the water dancing across my heated skin creating a combination of longing and anguish.
Nothing could have ever prepared me for the way my body reacted when I was near him, a need furrowed so deeply inside that I would never be able to see through the fog.
He crowded close, the rumble continuing. As he rolled his fingers along my arm, I almost whispered his name, begging him to fuck me.
“Arms over your head.” He didn’t wait for my compliance, dragging first one arm then the other against the tile. “Keep your position.”
“Yes, sir.” I bit my inner cheek, appalled that I’d issued any words of respect. He didn’t deserve it, but the sentiment seemed appropriate. I closed my eyes, shuddering after he cracked his hand back and forth six more times. Panting, I couldn’t seem to stop moaning and the second he slid his hand between my legs, fingering my pussy, I almost fell to my knees.
“You’re always wet when I discipline you. You need a firm hand every day.”
“No, I…” All I could do was laugh, still hating my body’s response but there was no denying the increased sensitivity or the lurid thoughts racing through my mind. I only hoped he would fuck me, relieving the strange pressure that built to an explosive level every time we were together.
He chuckled softly as he rolled the tip of his finger around my clit several times, pinching the tender tissue with enough force I threw my head back and moaned.
