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Westay like this until I'm out of tears. My eyes are red and sore. I'm sure my entire face is swollen and nasty, but he won't let me go. I curl up into his arms, and he holds me so tightly that it's as if he's holding all of my pieces together. If he lets go, I might crumble back into nothingness.
After what feels like forever, when my insides are heavy and numb, I tilt my head up to look at him. I want to forget. I want to stop hurting and there’s only one thing that I can think of that will make it stop. I crane my neck up and kiss him. Softly, at first, and so suddenly I don’t even give him time to react. I unfurl my arms enough to reach up and cup his neck in my hands. I pull him toward me. I kiss him again, insistently moving my lips against his seeking warmth and reaction.
It almost feels like he’s hesitant to react or give me what I need. But I don’t stop. I don’t stop until I feel his arms tighten around me once more, and only then do I kiss him with everything that I have. My eyes clamp shut, and I shift in his arms until I’m sitting in his lap with a bent knee on either side of his hips.
My body moves of its own volition as my hips circle down into his, awaiting his reaction. He doesn’t make me wait long. Soon I can feel him pressing against my bare core, only his clothes between us. The silk of my nightie scrunches up around my waist as my thighs part further. I wrap myself around him, seeking every possible point of contact that I can get as I kiss him.
Daniel’s hand slides up my back, fingers raking against my skin until it’s up in my hair. He finds the base of my skull and takes a fistful of hair there and pulls, breaking our kiss. My lips are swollen, and I can feel the heat in my cheeks. He pulls me back just so I’m a little off-kilter and struggling to stay upright. His other hand flattens over my chest and pushes up between my breasts until he can grasp the low-cut neckline of the nightie. He slides his fingers into the hem and pulls.
It hurts when he rips the fabric away from my chest, but I’m grateful for it. That pain is exactly what I need right now. It’s the only thing that I want to feel. The thin fabric hangs in tatters around me until he pulls again. He takes my breast in his palm and massages the skin painfully. He rolls my peaked nipple between his fingers in admiration. My hands close around his wrist holding my hair to keep myself upright.
Daniel smacks the outside of my thigh with a firm hand, and it helps to snap me back to reality. My eyes lock with his. Neither one of us smiles, but I think that he understands what I need.
“I haven’t forgotten about your punishment, pet.”
I need it.
Daniel uses my hair to yank me forward, and I nearly fall over his lap, leaving my ass halfway sprawled over him. I don’t even try to fight it. He can do anything he wants with me right now, and I don’t think I would lift a finger to stop him. The first spank sent my face into the carpet.
When the second came, I braced myself with my hands splayed out in front of me. The third was the first one I can actually feel. The fourth and fifth spanks sting but because of them, I can breathe again. I inhale before his hands are on my skin and exhale as he hits me.
I focus on the sting in my rear. I think of nothing beyond the burning sensation that he’s causing, and it lessens some of the pain in my chest. Daniel’s hand flattens and rubs the angry skin in a warm circle while I await the next slap, and it only makes me feel better. Who would have thought that pain could make me feel so good? It’s the only thing tethering me to reality.
When his fingers dip between my thighs to feel how wet I am, somehow it doesn’t feel strictly sexual. It doesn’t feel like he’s checking to see if I’m ready for him; it feels like he’s checking to make sure I’m still with him. That I’m still feeling something. If he stops, I might give in to the urge that’s making me want to crawl inside of myself and never resurface again.
I give Daniel full control of my body. I’ve never let a man totally tame me before. The soft, fuzzy place that it’s taking my mind to is something that, under different circumstances, I might be able to get used to.
He moves us to the bed, and I hardly even feel it.
“Stay with me, pet,” I hear Daniel say as a soft series of pinches and slaps register from all over my body. He pulls his sweater over his head, and I get to get a good glimpse at his toned body for the first time. My limbs feel heavy as he slides me up the bed. My thighs part for him, and he places a hand on the underside of my knee, bending it up to press into the bedding beside my ribs. The stretch in my leg hurts, but not nearly as much as the way he pinches my nipple.
I cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he positions himself over me. His free hand finds my neck and holds me pinned in place as he slides inside of me. I can see every inch of him sinking between my legs. I try to strain myself upward against his hand to see better, but that only makes him choke me harder. He wants me to stay put. He wants me to be claimed by him. I can do that.
The burning stretch of him filling me is divine. He releases his other holds and lets his hands find my wrists where he lifts them to pin up and over my head before he slams into me. His lips are so close to mine in this position that I can’t help but kiss him. He pulls away to stop me as his fingers intertwine with my own. He thrusts into me harder as a warning, but the next time that he lets his lips close enough to my face again, I bite him.
Harder. I need harder.
He understands the words that I can’t form. It’s like he accesses my needs from the insides of my mind. His grip on me is bruising. I’m not going to be able to comfortably close my legs tomorrow or sit right from how hard he’s fucking me, and I love it. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Daniel pulls out from me for only a moment to flip me over. Rough hands pull at my hips, and I push my ass into the air for him. He shoves my back forward until my face is crushed by the mattress. He pulls both of my arms behind my back and holds them there as leverage as he sinks into me again. I scream out in pleasure at the deep, full feeling of him.
I surrender to the sensation as my orgasm builds. I don’t know how he seems to understand and read my body so perfectly, but he does. He shifts us once more. This time to where I’m sitting reversed in his lap. One of his arms is wrapped around me and cupping my breast as the other slides down my belly to my clit. My head falls back onto his shoulder as my tired legs move me up and down.
My orgasm comes out of nowhere. The force of it threatens to buck me forward, but Daniel keeps me upright. He holds me back against his strong chest as wave after wave of pleasure rocks through me. Behind me, he groans deep and low as my orgasm brings his on. His heat fills me. I sag back into his arms, boneless and exhausted.
I expect him to dump me sideways onto the bed and leave, but he doesn’t. Slowly,nervously, my arms wrap around his, and I hold him close. Daniel’s lips brush against my bare shoulder, but he makes no effort to move away.
“I know what it’s like to lose the most important person in your whole world,” he whispers softly.
I try to turn in his arms to see him better, but he tightens his hold on me so that I can’t.
“My sister? Henry’s mother? We lost her because of Alek.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Daniel
No matter how I expect Helena to react to something, she always manages to surprise me.
