Chapter 12
Together.
Wrath had actually insinuated there could be some kind of future shared. He resisted issuing a bitter laugh, although the thought wasn’t foreign to him. She’d listened to him, her concerns obvious but he could never share every aspect about his life.
The entire experience was unexpected, but Wrath refused to waste time worrying about consequences or tomorrows.
This woman was everything he’d ever craved, submissive but strong, powerful but yielding.
As his body continued to shake, he cupped both sides of her face, languishing in the French kiss.
The taste of her was sweet, amazing, stimulating more than just his cock.
He remained inside, his cock throbbing as he walked them backward toward the edge of the pool.
She’d given herself to him, surrendering not only her body, but no doubt, her very soul.
Pleasing her was foremost on his mind. Easing her onto the cool decking, he spread her legs wide, pushing her knees back against her chest.
“What are you doing?” Sophia managed, her words no more than scattered whispers.
“Feasting.” He gripped her thighs, keeping her in position as he mouthed the inside of her leg, sucking on her tender flesh.
Moaning, her hand fluttered over her mouth, her toes curling.
He enjoyed studying her contorted face, the way her brow furrowed, the small tic in the corner of her mouth. She had no idea how beautiful she truly was. He breathed along her stomach, moving to the other side, dragging his tongue down the inside of her thigh, licking all the way to her knee.
“Oh, my…” A single clipped laugh escaped her mouth as she tossed her head back and forth.
Licking and nipping very slowly, when he reached her pussy, he blew a swath of hot air before darting out the tip of his tongue, swirling around her clit.
Her reaction sent a pulse into his cock.
He would take her soon again. Inching closer, he licked and sucked in her clit, flicking his tongue until the tissue was swollen.
“Oh, God!” Arching her back, Sophia jerked up, her legs beginning to shake.
Chuckling, he nipped her hardened bud before licking all the way down the length of her pussy, then roaming back up. Easing back, he moved his lips across her thigh. “Pinch your nipples for me. I want them in pain.”
“Mmm…” Her eyelids flitted open and closed several times as she positioned her hands, taking her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She pinched until she whimpered then twisted her hardened buds back and forth.
“Good girl. Don’t stop until I tell you.” His command sounded harsh, his voice raspy and he licked her pussy in a series of deliberate actions, going up and down methodically. His legs began to shake as adrenaline rushed into his body, sizzling every cell. He was on fire, burning from deep within.
Panting, she obeyed his command, her fingers almost white from the force she used, her moans peppering the night sky.
He buried his face into her pussy, languishing over the taste, his tongue darting in and out.
He wanted this woman to the point of abandoning the rest of his life.
As she tossed her head, her chest heaving, he continued licking and sucking, moving from her pussy to her clit.
The combination was driving her to a point of no return.
“I… I can’t hold…”
“Wait until I tell you or there will be hell to pay.” Groaning, he resumed licking and sucking, watching her every move, the way her lower lip quivered, her face shimmering in the shadowed light.
She remained apprehensive, even frightened of him, but she would soon learn to trust. She would also learn absolute submission.
“Please, I…” Sophia jerked up, her eyes open wide, her legs shaking.
He lifted his head. “Come for me. Come!”
“Oh. Oh!”
There was no holding back. The second he pressed his open mouth on her pussy lips, she erupted, filling his mouth with her cream. He continued licking, gathering her sweet juice as she panted, her body wiggling.
When she’d stopped shaking, he eased one leg down then the other, smiling as she placed both hands over her face. He brushed wet hands through his hair before climbing out of the pool and standing over her.
Her eyes hazy, she looked up at him, a smile of satisfaction crossing her face.
Wrath held out his hand. “Come. We aren’t finished just yet.”
Grasping his hand, her eyes never left his as he helped her to her feet.
He pinched her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass then I’m going to give you a hard spanking. And you will be a good girl. Yes?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.” There was a look of amusement as well as surrender in her eyes, excitement that was unrequited.
This was going to be the experience of their lives, a moment that they would always remember, together. But what the lovely lady didn’t know was that this wasn’t necessarily the end.
At least if he had anything to do about the circumstances.
He led her into the house and up the stairs to his private bedroom.
There’d been no disposition to bring her into his private space, even when he knew that she’d find him.
He’d learned so much about the tenacious agent, including her desire.
The plan had been executed with precision, even though he’d paid the informant a pretty penny not only for his help but for his silence.
Unfortunately, the man was a loose end, one that would need to be taken care of, but work would wait for the moment.
Wrath merely had to walk into the room and the soft lights turned on, illuminating the massive king-sized iron bed and the rich cotton sheets.
The patio door remained open, the light breeze whisking the thin sheets back and forth in a flowing pattern.
He stood in front of her, running his hands down her arms, finally cupping her breasts.
As he rubbed his thumbs back and forth across her bruised nipples, she moaned.
“One day I will whip your beautiful breasts, but not today.” He bent down, sucking on first one then the other.
Sophia exhaled, a strangled whimper coming from her throat. “Yes, please…”
Rising to his full height, he nodded toward the bed. “Lie down on your stomach in the middle of the bed, your hands over your head.”
She gave him a wary look before inching backward, turning and crawling onto the bed.
There was no doubt she remained frightened, as she should be. She knew what he was capable of, the kind of atrocities she fought so hard to eradicate. But her desires outweighed any concern.
When she was in position, he moved around to the side, rubbing his fingers up from her foot to her calf, then allowing the tips to travel up along the back of her leg to her beautifully rounded bottom and spine.
There were no real marks from his round of discipline, only a hint of pink.
He’d gone easy on her, for what reason, he wasn’t entirely certain.
“I’m going to shackle your wrists. Do you understand? ”
Lifting her head, Sophia hesitated briefly. “All right.”
The slap against her ass was hard and swift. “You will address me appropriately, Sophia. Now, do. You. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” The tone of defiance had returned.
And he couldn’t help but smile. “In my family, where women are thought to be submissives, I was trained in the art of Japanese rope bondage. Shibari. Have you heard of this before?” He placed her right wrist in the leather cuff, slipping the straps into the buckles.
“Yes, sir.”
“Excellent. My father required such training. He also hired a man, a master from Vietnam to teach me and my brothers various methods of inflicting pain.” Exhaling, Wrath remembered the days with mixed emotions.
“Pain without inflicting permanent damage. An art my father became very good at.” He kept his fingers dancing across her slickened body as he moved to the other side of the bed.
Hearing her short breath sounds, he caressed her back.
“I may be a monster to you in every way, but I assure you, I find no joy in complete sadism.” He secured her other arm and took a step back, admiring the length of her neck, her slender back.
Whether or not she was comforted by his words he was unable to tell, but as she wiggled her arms, testing the bindings, she seemed to breathe easier.
Perhaps she believed she could relieve herself of the tight confines.
He rubbed his jaw before crawling onto the bed, immediately slipping three fingers into her soaked pussy.
“Mmm…”
The shimmer of her face in the moonlight was such a powerful aphrodisiac and his cock stood at full attention, the throbbing more of an ache.
If only they were alone on an island. “If you were mine for a solid week, there would be so many things I would teach you, share with you. Pleasures unlike you have ever known. I wonder. Would you go with me to a secluded island, where every fantasy turned into a reality?” He certainly didn’t anticipate an answer of any kind.
“You know I can’t answer that.”
Her loyalty remained with the agency.
Closing his eyes, he sucked in his breath, his muscles tensing.
Sophia was far too tempting. He crawled onto the bed, his fingers remaining in her pussy, sliding in and out.
When they were sufficiently wet, he slid them along the crack of her ass, wiggling until he maneuvered the tips into her dark hole.
A slight moan escaped her lips, a rattle of her bondage and she clenched her ass cheeks, trapping his fingers.
He tapped her ass with the other hand as he pushed his fingers in deeper.
“Now, I take your sweet asshole once again, the ultimate in pleasure.” He replaced his fingers with his shaft, sliding just his cockhead inside.
The memory of taking her months before was bittersweet, increasing his animalistic longing.
Gasping, she clenched her fists, moans turning into whimpers.