Chapter 12 #2
I was shocked when he brought his hand down, the hard smack across my bottom jarring. Stunned, tears of frustration and fury formed in my eyes.
“Stop!”
“Not until you’ve learned a very important lesson.”
Sinclair smacked my bottom several times in rapid succession, the cracking sound one I would never forget. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Not a single soul in my world had attempted to discipline me in such an egregious, horrible manner.
My thoughts drifted to the spanking in the kitchen and the fact I’d loved every second of it. He was playing me against myself. The bastard.
I would find a way to fight him.
To have him arrested.
I didn’t care what I had to do.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” I half whispered, the pain jarring, but the electric sensations in my pussy increasing, yanking at my very core.
The utter betrayal wasn’t shocking, just a stark reminder that our connection had been completely electric.
Even now, the current was running strong, the hunger for the man outweighing the hatred of him.
What kind of person did that make me?
Maybe crazy.
“You fucking asshole!” I screamed out the words, hoping there was someone, anyone in the house who would come to my rescue.
Still, I fought, ripping at the sheets and doing what I could to kick him in the stomach.
He pressed down on my back, holding me still. “You just earned yourself twenty more. And until you learn to treat me with respect, you will be silenced. Open your mouth.”
I jerked my head to the side as he leaned forward, my wet panties in his hand. I purposely clamped my mouth shut, but the even more savage smack on my already aching bottom forced me to comply.
Sinclair shoved the panties into my mouth, growling after doing so. The wet, musky scent filled my senses, arousing me further. I wanted to scream hatred against my own body for its betrayal, but every muffled sound I made was nothing but a reminder that I had no recourse.
“You obviously have no understanding of discipline, Josette. While that surprises me, I’m the man who will help you understand.” He took several deep breaths, waiting as if wanting me to feel anxious.
His voice was almost calming, so dark and sultry, the smooth velvet of his tone sending a wave of shivers straight through me.
As the spanking continued, I was pitched into a surreal world, no longer able to feel my arms or legs. He was brutal in his actions, his hand covering every inch of my bottom, the heat blistering, the pain smoldering to the point I could no longer see straight.
Worse, through it all, I could feel my arousal slickening my thighs, staining his sheets.
There was no doubt he could tell how excited I’d become, as if pain was a foundation to pleasure. Panting, I closed my eyes, willing my body to stop reacting.
It was no use. My nipples ached, scraping against the soft material of the comforter, further tingling every part of me. The pain from the spanking shifted into anguish, but the sensations rocketed through me like a tidal wave capturing my every desire. This man, this monster was turning me on.
Perhaps even more than he’d done just two days before. How was it possible this was the same man? How?
A laugh bubbled to the surface and when he caressed my skin, rolling the tips of his fingers from one side to the other, I was unable to stop a moan from pushing past the hindrance in my mouth.
“Your scent is intoxicating,” he half whispered, his voice little more than a low rumble. He pressed my legs further apart, sliding his hand between them.
I moaned past the lace, clenching my eyes shut in anticipation of him touching me.
Hungering for him to stroke me.
My God. I was losing my mind.
The moment he pressed the tips across my aching clit, my entire body shuddered. Please. Please. This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t enjoy the horrors he was inflicting.
But as much as I wanted to deny the electricity searing every cell in my body, fighting the attraction that had caught me in a thick web the moment he’d crashed his way into my life, I couldn’t.
He excited me. He’d awakened the woman inside, tossing away the fragile anchors of armor.
I’d allowed him. Now it felt as if he owned me.
There was no fight left in me, no sense of time or space. While I’d never been a woman to give up, running away from a fight, I had nothing left inside of me.
“You’re very wet,” he murmured, sliding his fingers up and down my wetness, toying with me. This wasn’t just about teaching me a lesson. His actions were a display of his power and dominance. “Just like you were before. You want me as much as I’ve craved you.”
He’d managed to see through me, all the pretense in hating him unraveling.
When he thrust his fingers into my tight channel, a scream cascaded up from my throat, lights dancing in front of my eyes. While the sound was muffled, it managed to float into the air around us.
“Extremely wet,” he huffed. “I’m going to enjoy every part of fucking you.”
His words were like bullets entering my brain.
I bit back a series of whimpers as he brought his palm down several additional times.
Then he plunged his fingers into my wet heat again, thrusting brutally.
When I realized I was bucking against his barbaric actions, arching my back in some feeble attempt to meet every savage drive, I tried to push my mind into another place, one of peace and reverence.
Nothing about this man was gentle. He was nothing more than a brute in expensive clothing, a nasty criminal who deserved to be behind bars.
And the man I’d fantasized about.
As he repeated the actions, my body lost all sense of control, the ugly treachery fading as the pleasure took over.
My entire body tensed, my toes curling as an orgasm approached. When I pressed up from the bed, I expected additional punishment. I was very wrong.
My legs were split further apart, lifted off the bed. Suddenly, he drove his tongue deep inside and it was all I could do not to lose it. The feeling was even more incredible than it had been before. He thrust several fingers inside then dragged his tongue down the length of my pussy.
The pleasure was intense, so much so I bucked against him. Not to push him away, but to beg him without words to continue.
He sucked on my clit, adding a second and third finger, flexing them open as he pushed me closer to the edge of insanity. I’d never felt such sheer pleasure. As he feasted, I fell into a deep lull.
Then I heard his command.
“Come for me, Josette. I need to taste you all over again.” While I wanted nothing more than to defy him, the deepness of his tone, the hot breath cascading across my tender tissue was too much.
I rocked hard, clawing at the bedding as a climax swept through me. Even muffled, my strangled moans were loud, enough to draw attention. If anyone cared. Somehow, I doubted they did.
He was in command.
Including of my body.
His tongue continued lashing my pussy, pushing me into a sweeping wave of pure ecstasy. I couldn’t stop shaking, falling and staying in sweet rapture as he finger-fucked me.
When he finally pulled his fingers free, I felt a strange sense of loss, still captured in the moment of rapture. Although the realization of what was really happening refused to surrender.
I was his prisoner and I had no idea if anyone was coming to save me.
There was nowhere I could go, no sense of claiming what had belonged to me a few hours before. My life had changed, the handsome, monstrous man taking what he believed belonged to him.
Plus, he was right. He’d caught me lying to him, but not about the bastard who’d come into my shop, disrupting my life.
But about him and how much I craved him.
Very slowly, he pulled the thin lace from my mouth, his gentleness surprising me. As he brushed his fingers down my spine, I felt myself melting.
There was too much insane heat between us, an uncharted chemistry. It almost seemed as if he was having a difficult time being the monstrous beast he seemed to want me to see.
This time as he fisted my hair, I didn’t fight him as I’d done before. Maybe it was exhaustion.
Maybe the sweet haze of satisfaction.
I felt the weight of his body on the bed and could smell his hunger.
“Tell me who the man was who tried to have me killed.” There was no longer any anger in his voice, just the same powerful baritone of darkness.
His heated breath tickled my skin. When he nipped my earlobe, I closed my eyes, even pretending for a few seconds this was two days before, not a life-changing experience that I would likely not recover from.
“I don’t know. I swear to you.” That much was the truth, and I said so with as much sincerity as possible.
But I could tell instantly that he didn’t believe me.
“Then I have no choice but to continue your lesson in obedience.”
“What does that mean? That you’re going to hurt me even more than you have?”
“Of course not, my little liar. I’m going to fuck you. That is what you’ve hungered for since I left just days before. Haven’t you?”
His arrogance blew the moment out of the water. “Not even a little.”
“Your body betrays you.” He let me go and I fell against the bed. When he backed away, I knew exactly what he was doing.
Even though I didn’t want to give him the attention he likely wanted me to provide, I couldn’t help myself, turning my head to the side so I could watch him undress.
Just watching him unbuttoning his shirt was sexy.
As he peeled away the material, my breath skittered to a stop, once again reminded just how muscular he was, built like the perfect chiseled god.
Even now after what he’d done to me, my mouth was watering.
That had to be a clear indication somewhere deep inside I preferred a dominating man.