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“My sweet, beautiful, submissive man,” he whispered, then twisted my nipple again. “Before you go, what is your safeword?”
“Red, Sir.”
“Good. I’m going to make it hurt again.” He moved close to me, and as he got his mouth to mine, said, “I have been thinking about it, and I want to hurt you, fuck you, hurt you more.”
I was melting in the heat of that moment. If I walked outside right then, I’d have melted the snow for a mile circumference. “Anything you want, Rick. Sir.”
“Good boy,” he whispered on my lips, then kissed me hard, biting my bottom lip and pulling back a little before he released it. “Now, go hide, and don’t make it easy to find you.”
It was hard to walk with the raging erection and the weak knees, but I got going, knowing if I hid where he could easily find me, he’d make it harder on me.
Not that I minded that. The man could do just about anything, and it would be sexy, but I also didn’t want to disappoint him. If he wanted me to hide well, that was what I would do.
Being a smaller version of the big house, there were not as many places to hide. It was Rick’s place, and he likely knew every inch of it, but I’d lived there for over two months. I knew it well too, and even as my balls shriveled to think about it, I knew where to hide.
The attic.
There was a small attic space that held the furnace and central vacuum system. I doubted it had a duct, so there wouldn’t be heat, but that was fine. I’d freeze so I could stump him.
I climbed the stairs to the second floor using the back stairs off the kitchen, and once there, I peeked around the corner and saw Rick leaning back on the wall near the main bedroom, looking at his phone.
I padded to the part of the hall that held the door in the ceiling and took the hook from the corner, bringing down the stairs to me.
That was noisier than I thought, and I knew he likely heard it. Not counting on that, I decided to make it a bluff, and left it open, taking off and heading back down to the ground floor.
My heart was pounding, and I felt giddy. If nothing else, my nerves were on edge, my body heated and ready for whatever Rick had in store. In the pantry, I hid behind the shelves at the end, pulling myself as close to the wall as possible. I heard the falling of his boots clapping along overhead, heard the squeal of the attic stairs, my heart sinking as I hadn’t heard him climb them first.
“Damn,” I whispered in the dark pantry, the smell of cloves and cinnamon wafting to me from the spice rack near my head.
I could barely hear a thing then as my blood coursed loudly through my veins and my heartbeat throbbed in my ears.
Descending the stairs near the kitchen, Rick came closer. He was in the kitchen before I could get in a stuttering breath. Then, however, I heard the sink turn on and run. I relaxed as I figured he was thirsty, so he stopped for a drink before hunting me.
Hunting me…
We’d been speaking about primal kink, how Joel and his men liked it, and I saw how it aroused Rick. The thought of getting down that way, dirty, rough, it was everything Rick liked and more.
So, when the pantry door opened and my Dom leaned on the door jamb, calling me quietly, I should have foreseen what was about to happen, but all I knew in that moment was how I wanted him.
“Kanan, my sweet whore. I found you very quickly.”
I didn’t know how, but I could guess. I stepped out from the shadows and sank to my knees. “I didn’t mean for you to, Sir.”
That’s when he pounced…
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Pushingmetothefloor in the pantry, Rick easily took me by surprise. I was pinned with my arms over my head, and he started on my throat, biting, licking, like a bear tasting his prey.
I felt his erection through his jeans, Rick’s body grinding roughly on me, his grunting voice loud in the small room. “Going to take you so hard when I’m ready to take you. I need to hurt you first. I want to hurt you, Kanan, make you scream.”
I wanted that too, more than anything in the world at that moment, Rick’s rough touch, his painful slaps, and sharp teeth. We tangled together on the floor, wrestling, though I wasn’t putting up as much resistance as I could, mostly because I wanted the man to take me.
After a while of Rick’s hands grabbing me, slapping over my skin, he got up and dragged me to my feet. “Walk ahead of me to the en suite upstairs.”
I nodded then was kissed sloppily, Rick’s grip on both my ass cheeks tight, bruising. He pushed me gently to the door of the pantry, then stopped me again, wrapping an arm around my throat to keep me from moving an inch.
His hot breath on my neck, the words spit to supercharge the situation. “Do you know how beautiful you are when you’re being hurt, Kanan?”
