Chapter 4 #2
She sputtered then reached for her drink, almost toppling the glass.
“I’m fine. I think maybe a little too much wine.
” The comment was ridiculous since she gulped the remainder, but there was no way to make sense of her reaction.
She’d touched him several times before, enjoying his rippled muscles and the way his hard cock throbbed in her hand.
“You’re flushed,” he whispered in the most provocative manner.
“Don’t worry about me, Pierre. I’ve always taken care of myself.” The words slipped past her mouth without a second thought. She couldn’t remember if Ashley’s parents were even alive or close to her. Hell, she didn’t care.
“I appreciate that in a woman, Ashley. I love a woman with confidence as well as intelligence. You have the entire package.”
The moment seemed far too intimate, much more so than stripping in front of him for a hard spanking. The heat continued to creep up from the base of her neck, suddenly becoming suffocating. “Tell me about this club.” As if a conversation involving dark kink was going to make her feel any better.
“Club Risqué is well known, although very private. The locals call it erotic darkness, where all your sinful desires can come true. By invitation only.”
“And you are always invited, fully fulfilling your fantasies.”
He lifted a single eyebrow. “I have been known to enjoy the scenery, but make no mistake, Ashley. I do not frequent clubs with women I’ve picked up in a bar.”
“Or a casino?” While she was taunting him, the same sweltering darkness she’d seen a majority of the night was present, the aura around him a protection. He didn’t want anyone getting close. Then again, neither did she.
“Anywhere. I am very private. I am also not into relationships of any kind. Have I enjoyed women from time to time? I am a man after all with needs of my own, but the participants were women I’ve known and who I trust implicitly.”
“You make this sound like you’re spouting off a resume.”
“In my line of work, I must be very careful.”
“Then we have more things in common than our friends and family,” Sophia commented as casually as possible. “I don’t know you, Pierre, and I’m not private, I’m protective of my world as well. This is new for me.”
“But you thrive on discipline.”
There was no answer that made any sense. “I thrive on rules, but the kind of punishment you doled out isn’t in my nature.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, little one. You came alive last night, as if awakening from a deep sleep. You need a firm hand at all times, a man who doesn’t have any concerns about taking you over his knee when necessary.”
“That’s not me in any manner.”
“Aren’t your nipples hard just hearing my words?”
Sophia sucked in her breath.
“Don’t you hunger at night, when you’re all alone in your bed for a man to strip you of your mask, freeing the woman inside?”
“Not even a chance.” She was growing more uncomfortable by the minute.
“I’ll venture a guess that you’re the kind of woman who could learn to ask for what you needed, the discipline you crave. Don’t you want to ask me for a spanking right now?”
“No. Never.”
“Are your panties damp, Ashley? Don’t you want nothing more than for me to take you into the bathroom, spanking your ass like the bad little girl you are?”
Swallowing, she could feel the goosebumps popping along her arms and legs. “I’m…” A nervous laugh escaped from her mouth.
“When you had the leather strap between your legs, didn’t you wish that I’d tie you spread-eagled, smacking your sweet pussy and beautiful breasts?”
She’d never been so uncomfortable, her pussy clenching to the point she was terrified she would have a climax right there.
“That’s not fair.” She could envision the man spanking her everywhere, reminding her who she belonged to.
This was crazy. Struggling to control her nerves, she rubbed her forehead.
This was shameful, completely unlike her.
Liar. You’ve wanted this for years.
“I never said I was going to be fair, just realistic. I can smell your desire from here, the raging hunger you’ve had pent up for so many years. Am I wrong?” Pierre never blinked, his eyes pinned on her.
“I can’t do that.” Her voice sounded so weak, helpless and that wasn’t the woman she was.
“Ask me.”
“No, I can’t. I just…” She was more ashamed than she’d ever been in her life, but there was a part of her that craved exactly what he was suggesting.
He leaned further over. “Ask. Me.”
She could only pray that the fear wasn’t discernable in her voice. She had to maintain some level of control in order to observe the various guests. Do your job. Don’t fall into his… Spell. Her heart raced, her blood pressure increasing. “I’m not the woman you think I am.”
He sat all the way back, breaking the spell.
“I’m never wrong, Ashley. I knew what you craved the first time I laid eyes on you.
You need a hard spanking tonight, just like you did last night, but in order to obtain one, you’re going to have to ask.
If you don’t, we’ll enjoy a few minutes in the club then I’ll take you back to the hotel.
It’s as simple as that. Do we have an understanding? ”
The man was treating her like the misbehaving girl he believed her to be. And she was allowing him. Perhaps the fact her inner voice was nagging at her, picking at her mind was a reminder that he’d managed to grasp aspects about her that no one else ever had before. “That’s not going to happen.”
“Perhaps not but I do think we understand each other. I will enjoy showing you off as well as giving you the experience of a lifetime. If. You. Ask. If only once, then so be it. The last question for you. Do you trust me?”
The question once again but this time she found it easier to answer. “Yes.”
Opening up to anyone was a complete mistake.
They both remained quiet as Wrath drove, the club a distance from the restaurant.
The conversation had been far too easy, sharing a detriment.
A bakery. What a crock of shit. The suit of armor wrapped around her was fortified steel.
The only truth to her comments was about her love of animals.
Then again, that was the only completely truthful thing he’d offered as well.
After parking the car, he took her hand into his, sensing the tension in her.
He’d risked losing her before arriving at the club with his hard push, but he’d seen right through her.
The way she’d responded to the spanking had been freeing for both of them.
“There’s nothing for you to be concerned about. Asking isn’t a weakness.”
“I’m fine, Pierre.”
“When a woman says she’s fine, that usually means she’s upset in some manner.
” He kept his grip firm, both of them taking long strides.
The owner knew his true identity, as well as the various ones he’d used over the course of doing business in the lovely city.
There was never a question about entrance, or anything else.
Discretion and privacy were vital to those frequenting the club.
However, he’d called ahead, making certain that there would be a private room available for his needs.
“I can handle myself.” She exhaled, even grumbling under her breath.
He was ready to make certain she understood that he was in total command. “While I understand your reservations, you will speak to me with respect while we’re in this club. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
Swatting her ass, he could see the flash of anger in her eyes. He jerked her against him, cupping both sides of her face. “Try that again.”
She hesitated, her mouth twisting. “Yes. Sir.”
Growling, he crushed her mouth, dragging her onto her toes as he thrust his tongue inside.
Everything about her was raw attraction, his desire bordering on insatiable.
He had to control his emotions as well as his raging needs or he’d take her right here without so much as a second thought.
Their tongues entwined, her desire as intense as his own, although she pressed her palm against his chest in a protective manner.
She was in turmoil, refusing to give into her own needs.
If she belonged to him, it would take time for her to learn what was required of her, but he would enjoy the training.
Fucking.
Owning.
His cock was engorged, painful as it pressed hard against his linen pants. He’d gone commando, for no reason than her infuriating comment.
The kiss continued for a full minute. When he eased back, he fisted her hair, yanking until her neck was exposed. He blew across the nape before sucking on her jugular.
Moaning, her body shivered in his hold, her hand finally clenching his jacket. He adored the soft sounds, the hungry purrs.
“Tonight, you belong to me and no other. Make no mistake, I will guard my territory.”
“Yes, sir.”
Wrath released his hold, still keeping her close. “The things I can teach you if only you’ll let go.”
She nodded, her eyes darting back and forth.
“All you have to do is ask.”
As they walked inside, he wrapped his arm around her.
“The club has several rooms, every proclivity satisfied.” He led her toward the bar, motioning for the bartender.
She stood straight, the tension remaining.
The music was loud, the rhythm matching the shimmering neon lights pulsing on the dance floor and walls, adding to the seductive atmosphere.
There were hundreds of patrons crowding the space, all enjoying the spoils of the club.
He enjoyed watching her reactions, the subtle changes in her expression.
She barely sipped her wine, preferring to observe.
That allowed him the opportunity to search for the mark.
There were several men who fit the man’s description, but no one that looked exactly like Mr. Wallace.
At this point, he needed to be certain he found the right target.