Chapter 9
Vanessa
Discipline.
There was something so enticing yet dirty about the way Christian said the word. However, I was still in a haze of lust and satisfaction, shocked that I’d admitted anything so personal to him as the fact I’d never orgasmed that way before.
I should feel embarrassed, but I felt freer than I had in a long time.
The way he’d reacted to my body had been… delicious. There was no other word for it.
“All fours on the bed,” he commanded. Everything about his deep, authoritative voice drove me wild.
“Why?”
He tweaked my nipple. “Because I told you to.”
“What if I don’t?”
Every time he laughed, several chills skipped down my spine. “Then your punishment will be much worse.”
“Uh-huh.” I closed my eyes as he brushed his hands down to my breasts, cupping while instantly pinching my nipples.
The effect of the slice of pain was as incredible as it had been before, perhaps even more so.
A haze formed around my eyes, keeping me from focusing on him.
When he pointed to the bed, I finally obeyed.
This was dirty.
This was raw.
This was everything I’d fantasized about.
When I was directly in the center, he yanked me back almost to the edge.
The crack of his hand on my buttocks came so quickly I yelped. He issued another growl, almost as if the sound was a warning.
“Are you ready for me, Wildcat?”
There was something enthralling about the term. I was shocked from the slight pain, but the deep throb in my pussy continued. “Yes.”
“That’s good because I wouldn’t stop.”
The powerful man loved having control over me. I reminded myself this was only one night. And that I wasn’t this kind of girl.
He brought his hand down three more times. I could swear the man was priming me. Or he was ensuring I knew he wasn’t leaving until he got what he wanted.
That sent me floating in a sea of desire.
The hard smack of his palm was jarring, but delicious in every way. I closed my eyes, arching my back slightly in a shameful move. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he continued electrifying every inch of my body.
When he picked up the belt, I held my breath. I expected him to crack the thick leather against my backside immediately, but instead, he folded the two ends, taking a few seconds to rub the edge down my back. The moment he slipped it between my legs, I dropped my head.
He’d awakened so many emotions deep within me, so many dark desires that he didn’t need to tell me to open my legs wider. I did so easily.
His breath was ragged, which allowed me to sense not only his appreciation of my body but also his building hunger. He was so huge, larger than any man I’d ever been with. When I’d had his cock in my hand, I’d wanted to suck it until he came in my mouth.
As he rolled the leather back and forth, I arched my back. My actions were a blatant offering, begging him to fuck me.
When he finally stepped away, I threw my head over my shoulder. He cracked the belt against my backside two times. The pain was blinding and I clenched my hands around the comforter.
With his chest rising and falling, he brushed his fingers from one side of my bottom to the other before issuing four more in rapid succession.
“Fuck.” I threw my head back, gasping for air. I was crazed, but my entire body was still tingling, still awash in the warmth of multiple orgasms.
His growl was intense, so savage that when he brought the strap down three more times, another wave of excitement tore through me.
“Five more, Wildcat.” He took a deep breath, creating another few seconds of anticipation.
The air remained electrified.
My body hummed, my core burning.
Very methodically he cracked the thick strap across my upper thighs. There was a sweet, ravishing release in the blissful agony. My eyes were cinched closed.
My heart thudding.
Two more strikes and I was lost in another entirely different wave of ecstasy.
The burn increased, and I felt myself arching my bottom out to meet him.
As the last two were delivered, he uttered a low growl that lingered, echoing.
Creating even more need.
Suddenly, the belt was tossed aside.
“Are you still wet for me?” he gritted out.
“Yes.” My voice was rattled, no longer recognizable.
“Ready for me?”
“Yes.
“Hot for me?”
“Oh, God, yes.” I wiggled my hips in response, even tossing my hair back and forth. The anticipation was killing me.
“I can tell,” he growled and caressed my bottom before sliding his hand between my legs. Even the way he held my soaking mound was possessive. His forceful yet tender actions truly had me wondering what he did as a profession. “Very ready.”
“Yes, oh God, yes.”
As soon as he pressed the tip of his cock against my wetness, I willed myself not to tense.
The flash of electricity soaring through me was reassuring.
As he slowly slipped his cockhead past my swollen folds, nothing on this earth could have kept me from moaning.
I no longer recognized my own voice or my naughty actions as I wiggled and arched my back.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” he whispered. “So fucking tight.”
He pulled out, sliding into me again and stars floated in front of my eyes. And he was only halfway inside. I shifted back and forth as I kneaded the comforter.
Seconds later, he wrapped his hand around my hair, jerking my head up until I was forced to look at the wall.
His cock was massive and stretched my muscles. The feeling as they clamped around his shaft sucked my breath away. He had a way of making me feel as if I was floating on air, watching the sinful action as it unfolded.
When he thrust the remainder of his cock inside, I was momentarily thrown by the sensations and a strange wave of emotions I hadn’t expected. I’d never been prone to excitement from the thought of sex or anything intimate, but I could easily get used to this delicious sin and the man himself.
Every inch of me shuddered as he issued several guttural sounds, neither one of us moving for a few seconds. There was so much current running through us it felt as if every touch of his fingers seared my skin.
I bit my lip as my pussy muscles throbbed, concentrating on the sound of his growls and heavy breathing. He pulled all the way out, holding just the tip inside as he wound his fingers around my strands of hair.
“So fucking hot,” he muttered and thrust again, this time developing a sweet rhythm. I rocked with him, bucking hard against the brutal but amazing plunges.
His hold on my hair remained firm, the massive man using my long strands as a leash. I didn’t dare try to move even as I fingered the comforter. He kneed my legs, opening them even wider and while continuing to drive deep and hard, he brushed his other hand around my hip.
As he rolled his thumb around my clit, I stiffened, arching my back more than before.
“Oh, God.” My moan was strangled and the stars floating in front of my eyes were vibrant, pulsing with the same beat as my heart.
His thumb worked magic, driving me to a place of sheer euphoria. Somehow he managed to slide his long fingers in beside his cock. Together they created a dance of ecstasy. I continued bucking hard, moving with him as he fucked me.
The way he thrust, brutal and unyielding was savage, the hard strokes powerful and dominating. Reaching back with one hand while struggling to remain aloft, I rubbed my fingertips on the sides of his legs. There wasn’t a single ounce of fat on him, his perfection almost glaring.
“You’re so damn tight,” he grunted out.
“More. Harder.”
“Are you certain you can take it?”
“Uh-huh. Just fuck me.” I honestly had never wanted anything so much in my life. He took my request to heart, pumping me with so much force I was breathless. I started bucking hard against him.
My breath hitched.
My pulse skyrocketed.
Lights were flashing.
This was pure ecstasy.
Beads of sweat dropped from his glorious body, tickling my skin as they fell and slid.
A smile remained on my face as the sounds of his skin driving against mine echoed in my ears.
Within seconds, his fingers brought me to another heightened state.
The blast of a climax didn’t catch me off guard, yet the explosive heat and incredible sensations pulled a slight scream from my throat.
Panting, I clawed at the bed, shifting my hips back and forth.
“That’s it, Wildcat. Let go. Give me every inch of your beautiful body.”
What more could he want?
Another series of moans pushed past my lips and I suddenly realized how much more he could take of me.
He removed his cock, the loss as significant as before.
Without any exertion, he whisked me off my feet, holding me against the heat of his body as he took long strides.
When I was planted in front of the huge window peering out onto the deck, I took a deep breath.
The view was just as spectacular. The bluest of ocean waters, the keening of waves as the sun made its final descent into the ocean. Was it possible for one of the crew to peer in? Yes, but I doubted they were strolling the deck in search of moments of sin.
Yet as he planted my hands on the glass, kicking my legs apart, the experience felt dirtier than before.
And the bad girl inside loved every second of it.
He wrapped his hand around my throat, his fingers gently yet firmly holding me in place. I kept my back arched, moaning instantly as he shoved his cock into my pussy. My muscles clenched and released several times as I fought to catch my breath.
Together we rocked, the hard thrusts and sounds we both made labored, highlighting the roughness and intensive need.
That’s exactly what this was, a need burning so deeply inside us that we couldn’t resist. He pumped several times and when he pulled out once again, I struggled against his hold on my neck. I wanted to see him. I needed to know what he was about to do.