Chapter 6 #3
Shivering, she let out a strangled moan. “Famished.” She slipped her hands under his shirt, caressing his heated skin, the touch sizzling her senses. Lowering her head, she peppered a series of kisses on his chest, her fingers tingling from the action.
“Such a tease,” he muttered and unzipped her dress, peeling away the edges.
Stepping back, she swayed her hips back and forth as she slowly lowered the bodice.
“Undress,” he commanded.
“And what if I don’t?”
“Then your spanking is going to be that much worse.”
She cocked her head, pouting her lips then allowed the dress to fall. Standing only in her heels and a G-string, she covered her breasts.
“I’ve seen every inch of you, baby, so you can hide nothing from me,” Pierre said then issued a series of growls. “I need your panties.”
“Why?”
“Because I commanded you to give them to me.” He beckoned with his hand, widening his stance as he locked eyes with hers.
She’d never seen him this playful, although she had a feeling his demeanor was only temporary. She slipped two fingers under the elastic, wiggling her hips as she slowly lowered the thin lace.
“Jesus. I’ve wanted you more than you could know.” His tone was husky, almost inaudible. He jerked the shirt from the back collar, dragging it over his head and tossing.
“You have, huh?” She balled the panties in her hand, holding out her arm as she inched closer. “Whatever are you going to do with these?”
“Anything I damn well please. Remember, sweetheart, I own you. Are you ready for that hard spanking?” He slipped the panties into his pocket, giving her a heated smile.
“Do I need one?”
“Without a doubt. All women do.”
“I told you before, I’m not most women.”
“But my woman will receive discipline when and if I desire,” he stated, shaking his head.
Distracting him, she rubbed her hands up and down his chest, finally grabbing his belt buckle and tugging.
He pushed her hands aside, taking full control. “You know what I remember the most about our time together?”
“What?” As if she didn’t know what he was going to say.
“Your first spanking.” He smiled in an evil manner as he pulled the leather strap from the loops, taking his time. That was the very moment she noticed his face darkening, his eyes becoming mere slits.
“How could I ever forget?” Sophia kicked off her heels, taking a moment to glance around the house.
The beauty of the house was powerful, modern and sleek in design.
The limited lighting from the kitchen barely highlighted the expansive great room, but the full moon casting a vibrant blue hue scattered across the ocean water was breathtaking.
He twisted the belt in his hands as he approached, snapping it against the floor.
She jumped, more involuntarily than anything, but her heart raced, a combination of anxiety and breathless anticipation.
The shame that she’d felt during that first spanking had left a distinct taste in her mouth, one of humiliation and degradation, but now?
She wanted this. She’d craved the feeling of his hand against her bottom, the feel of the tawse slicing hard and fast against her skin.
And more than anything, she craved the attention he’d given her, taking his time to make certain that all her pleasures were fulfilled.
Still, she was like a little girl waiting for Daddy to bring down his wrath. Her lower lip quivering, she realized that her nipples were hard pebbles, aching in their almost desperate need for attention.
The cracked smile remaining on his face, he pointed to the couch, his command just as strong even without words being said.
What surprised her was her almost desperate need to obey, as if his dominating manner fulfilled some part of what had been missing her entire life.
She bit the inside of her cheek and took purposeful steps toward the couch, taking several deep breaths.
The man of her fantasies was here, having found her in some inexplicable manner.
Kneeling on the soft cushions, she leaned over the back, gripping the edge.
When she felt his hand brushing down her spine then tapping her ass cheeks, she whimpered, stars floating in front of her eyes.
He rubbed the belt along one thigh then the other, easing the end of the strap from side to side across her buttocks. “This is going to hurt as spankings should.”
“Yes, sir.” The words came easily, yet another surprise.
The first crack was all about sound, the strike never reaching her nerve endings.
She held her breath, trying to rationalize why this made her feel closer to him.
His domination was unlike anything she’d experienced, a settling to the raging nerves buried deep within her.
She heard the snapping sound of his wrist as he issued a second then third smack.
This time the sting was apparent, although not painful in any manner.
Pierre rubbed her bottom, caressing in a loving manner. “Did you enjoy wearing my marks before?”
“Yes.”
“Can you imagine wearing them every day of your life?”
“Yes, sir.” Her inner voice had to be answering the questions.
“I want you to count off for me.”
She shifted her neck, trying to see his face. This was something new. “Yes, sir.”
He cracked the belt across her bottom twice more then hesitated.
“Four and five, sir.”
“Good girl.”
Crack!
“Six, sir.”
She could hear his heavy breathing as the intense scent of his testosterone rushed into her nostrils.
The pain increased and she dug her nails into the smooth leather on the couch, holding her breath as she waited for the next volley.
Everything about this was cathartic, allowing the inner woman to finally escape, much more so than their first time together.
It came with more force, three in a row, stealing her breath.
“Seven, eight and… nine, sir.” She bit her lip, dropping her head, the pain becoming excruciating.
She’d never experienced anything like this, a knowing settling into her.
This was exactly what she needed, what she’d perhaps craved her entire life.
The mystery surrounding the man holding the belt would remain intact. That was her decision.
This was her fantasy.
When he delivered several more in a row, she lost count, taking several deep breaths and resisting begging him to stop. “Eleven and thirteen and…”
Pierre kicked her legs further apart and rubbed his fingers along her pussy lips. “How quickly you forget, sweet Ashley. We’re going to have to do this more often.”
“Yes… sir.” She had no idea if she’d even said the words out loud but as he smacked her upper thighs more than once, she yelped, tears springing to her eyes. “That hurts. Jesus. H. Mother. Fucking Christ.”
“Remember what I said about your mouth, sweet girl.”
At this point, she didn’t give a shit whether he soaped her mouth or not. The spanking hurt like a motherfucker. “Okay. Yes. I…”
The hard cracking sound was enough to make her whimper even before the leather hit her bottom. She could feel the heat exploding, the sensations like bottle rockets. She was wet all over, hot as hades and raging with desire.
He slipped his fingers into her pussy, flexing them open as he thrust in rapid motions.
She undulated backward, trying to meet every brutal plunge. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”
The hard tap of his hand against her ass cheek brought her back to full attention. “We’re not finished yet.” His laugh was laced with a savage need, filtering into her ears.
As the spanking continued, she fell into a sublime state, losing track of time. She simply closed her eyes, holding her breath as the next strikes were placed. He knew exactly where to plant the belt, exacting explosive anguish.
“Oh… I…” Then there was suddenly no sound other than her ragged breathing. She wanted nothing more than to find him in the darkness, but she knew he was testing her.
Her ability to submit.
Her ability to trust.
Biting back another whimper, she obeyed, remaining in position as she waited. The rustle of clothing was exactly what she craved the most.
Then the extra weight on the couch.
Then the feel of his heated body merely inches from hers.
Then the single touch of fingers sliding down her spine.
Sophia was lost in the world of ecstasy as he crowded her space, his body brushing against hers. She arched her back, waiting with the kind of anticipation that kept her on edge. When he pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy lips, she bucked, unable to hold back a moan.
Pierre wound his fingers around her hair, tugging as he slid his cockhead up and down the length of her pussy. “When you were all alone at night, did you hunger for my touch?”
“Yes.” There was no reason to deny.
“Did you hope that I would hunt you down, securing the woman I own?”
“Mmm… Yes.”
“Then you deserve everything you’ve yearned for.” He thrust the entire length of his shaft inside, spreading her wide open as he took her savagely.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her heart racing. As he pumped into her in a crazed fashion, she fell into the rhythm, jutting her hips back in an effort to meet every hard thrust. All her senses were alive, ignited from the brutal taking.
Her ass was on fire, the spanking awakening every part of her.
How could a single man manage to dictate her most secret desires?
And she wanted more.
He growled every time skin slapped against skin, every action as if there would never be another. A bead of sweat trickled against her back, sliding down in a moment of slow motion. This was the definition of raw ecstasy.
Pierre wasn’t satisfied, dragging her off the couch. He tossed her over his shoulder, taking long strides toward the bank of doors.
Sophia’s mind was thrown into a fog as he threw open the doors, the scent of the ocean assaulting her senses.
Even the light breeze cascading across her heated skin was enough to accentuate the combination of excessive heat and the goosebumps that continued to pop, one after the other.
All her senses were dancing, so alive and electrified.
She lifted her head, trying to figure out where he was going as he stormed down the set of stairs. A pool. A glorious pool that seemed to sweep straight to the lapping ocean. Lights shimmered from under the water, dazzling in their array of colors.
After moving onto the pool deck, he eased her onto her feet, both hands caressing her bottom. “I have many surprises in store for you.” The kiss was even more passionate, his lips crushing hers as his massive hands kneaded her ass cheeks.
Sinful.
Shameful.
The words continued to play in her mind even as she swept her arms around his neck, arching her back until she was able to feel the hard press of his cock against her stomach. When he simply walked them off the edge, the shock of the cold water became the most scintillating feeling yet.
They dropped into the deep water, waves swirling and the lights shimmering. She kept her eyes open as the passionate embrace continued, Pierre turning them in circle after circle. A full minute passed by as he thrust his tongue inside, never breaking the connection of their mouths.
A second minute passed as he crushed her body against his, the momentum of his pull forcing them in another series of circles. Their tongues entwined, teeth gnashing together and in a split second of utter terror, the air seemed to run out.
Pierre pushed hard against the bottom of the pool, jetting them to the surface. The second they both broke free, he tipped his head back and roared.
She threw her legs around his hips, gyrating until his cock slipped easily inside. Everything about this moment was mind-blowing, the perfect escape from reality.
His expression was carnal as he lowered his head, his breathing ragged. “There is nowhere you can go to escape my control.”
Clinging to him, the erotic dance became intrinsic as he pumped in slow motion. Water splashed all around them, creating a glowing halo. There was no stopping this man.
Her lover.
Her dominator.
Her enemy.
The danger was a powerful aphrodisiac, creating a wave of electricity that consumed both of them.
He held her head as he turned in another series of circles, swimming toward a breathtaking waterfall.
The roar of the water matched their animalistic moans as the pull from the generated waves dragged them under the heavy stream.
Sophia finally closed her eyes as he thrust in and out, a climax rushing from her curled toes.
There was no holding back, no concept of asking for permission.
She was simply lost in the extreme bliss.
“Oh. Oh…” Sensing his own needs taking over, she clamped down her pussy muscles, the move shattering their last resolve.
As he erupted, spewing his seed deep inside, she rested her head on his shoulder and prayed.
That nothing would tear them apart.