Chapter 16 #2
The air was knocked from her system, but she quickly regrouped, pushing up from the counter. She even tried to kick me in the process. I forcefully pushed her down by the small of her back, grinning the entire time. She wasn’t going anywhere.
“Get off me,” she snapped.
“Not until you’ve learned your lesson.” I glanced around the kitchen, spying the perfect implement to use.
A wooden spatula. That should provide a general idea of how harsh her punishments could be in the future.
“This is crazy.”
“Tossing wine in my face when we were having a perfectly nice discussion was a bit crazy.” Reaching out, I realized my arm wasn’t long enough to snag the implement.
“No, it was a thoughtful retort to your insanity. I’m not a child. I’m not going to follow your orders.”
“You’re technically working for me.”
“I beg to differ. We’re now partners.” She stopped fighting as if realizing she’d entered into a contract with a man she acted as if she couldn’t stand.
Yet I knew otherwise.
The lapse was long enough for me to release my hold and grab the spatula. She used the brief break to scuttle backward. Instead of running, she acted as if she was going to fight me. Seriously?
Her hands were now fists and while fighting with shoving the material of her dress down over her incredible sexy lace thong, she shifted from foot to foot.
It was impossible not to feel complete desire simply because of the way she was looking at me.
As she was doing with her feet, I shifted the spatula from hand to hand. “I think it’s best for you to take your punishment so we can move on with our evening.”
“Ha. You truly are insane if you think I’m going to comply.
” She took that moment to try to dart around the other end of the island away from me.
She underestimated my abilities. I snagged her arm, once again pushing her down across the island.
This time I shifted her body so her toes were barely touching the floor.
“You fucking bastard.”
“Yes, I am.” I was forced to wrangle with her dress, fighting her every step of the way as I pulled it up past her hips.
I pressed my arm across her back, using my full weight to hold her in position.
I was certain at some point she’d find a way to retaliate or seek revenge, but I was looking forward to it.
My blood hadn’t pumped this hard in a very long time.
She was the reason.
The willful, enticing wildcat.
I brought the wooden utensil down several times, moving from side to side. She squirmed, her moans fueling my actions.
“I’ll get you for this. Just wait until you hear from my attorney.” Her voice was strained as she continued fighting. She swept her arms across the surface, searching for anything to use as a weapon.
I brought the spatula down several more times, admiring the light blush color already developing on her skin. Seeing her rounded bottom made my mouth water, but the thong was in my way.
At least for other even more sadistic thoughts racing through what she called my twisted mind. I yanked on her panties, the fight escalating as the material ripped.
“Don’t you dare!” Her sharp exclaim echoed in my ears. All she was doing with her constant struggle was fueling the fire deep within. My cock was pressed tightly against my trousers and even the loose fit couldn’t keep me from experiencing anguish.
My balls had also never felt this tight. The need for satisfaction grew stronger with every second she fought me. I twirled the implement, bringing the flat piece down on one upper thigh then the other.
Vanessa momentarily stopped moving as a slight sharp whimper escaped her mouth.
I managed to drag her thong to her knees.
That didn’t prevent her from kicking out, managing to drive her foot into my stomach.
I shifted positions. A single deep inhale and my nostrils were filled with her scent of arousal.
Her panties were damp and I licked my lips while thinking about driving my tongue deep into her soft folds.
“You’re hurting me.” I adored how she enunciated the syllables when she gritted her teeth.
“That’s the point, Wildcat. You need to feel the pain for remorse to kick in.”
“Remorse?” she hissed as she managed to push up from the counter. She was much stronger than she looked.
I shoved her down, lightly knocking the wind from her sails, but she grunted as if I’d used blunt force. The sound of the wood slapping against her skin was delicious, keeping the moment enticing as fuck.
After I finished yanking her thong to the floor, she kicked out even more wildly, almost managing to free herself. I’d remember that for the future. I’d need to tie her down the next time.
And I was certain there’d be a next time.
She squirmed and moaned as I developed a perfect rhythm, moving from side to side.
With her legs open by a few inches, I had a fantastic view of her slickened pussy lips.
They were glistening in the overhead light.
She had no idea what she was doing to me.
I hadn’t intended on fucking her tonight, but I no longer believed I could resist.
Not after this.
Not after the heated rush from the kiss either.
She humped the counter several times and it took me a few seconds to realize she was doing so to inch closer to where a bowl was placed with fresh fruit.
Before I had a chance to stop her, she snagged the edge with her fingers, yanking it from the counter.
How in the hell she managed to lift the heavy wooden bowl full of apples and oranges was beyond me.
The fruit tumbled across the island and onto the floor.
With one brutal swing, she almost managed to hit me in the head. I’d be damned. She was more than just a wildcat. She could be a decent wrestler. Maybe I should put her to work a different way.
I ducked just in time, managing to grab the wood piece just before she was able to smash it against the side of my head.
“That wasn’t very nice of you,” I snapped while staring at the bowl for a few seconds. I tossed it onto the other counter, fighting to regain control. When I cracked the wood across her bottom relentlessly, she moaned and jerked, but within seconds, the fight was fading within her.
I was sweating from the exertion, half laughing as beads slipped from my face onto her back.
She hissed when they did, tossing her head from one side to the other. “You’re a horrible man.”
For all her exclamations, she was only becoming wetter, the scent roaring into my senses. My breathing was labored and for the first time that I could remember, my goddamn vision was foggy. From desire? Evidently.
I smacked her four more times. Her bottom was red and no doubt the marks would linger for several hours. Should I feel like the bad guy here? Nope. She’d started this fight.
This lover’s quarrel.
I stopped long enough to catch my breath. We were both breathing hard. As my gaze lowered to between her legs, I caressed her skin. Hot to the touch, I was suddenly lost in an intense desire. When I placed the spatula next to her on the island, she tried to jerk away as she’d done before.
“Let me go, Christian.”
“Not yet.” I took a deep breath and placed my hand between her legs, cupping her wet mound.
She immediately stiffened, sucking in her breath as if I’d slapped her. That was the furthest thing from my mind. I took my time caressing her pussy, using a single finger to swirl around her clit.
Almost instantly her cries of anger turned into ones of desire. I sensed she was trying to hide it, completely tense as she pushed her palms against the counter.
“You can’t…” She stopped herself and I noticed she’d closed her eyes.
“You’re wet for me.”
“Not for you. Never for you.”
“I find that hard to believe since my fingers are coated with your juice.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she spit out.
“Ah, you’re just the kind of woman who reacts favorably to harsh discipline.
I’ll keep that in mind. When you’re a good little girl and face your discipline obediently, maybe you’ll be rewarded.
” I did so enjoy tormenting her. While she rarely took the bait, this time I was rewarded with several expletives pushed from deep within.
I pinched her clit and she stopped moving altogether.
Still panting. Her eyes still closed. Unable to control my actions, I drove two fingers into her wetness, marveling at the way her muscles clamped down immediately.
My mouth was still watering, but I was enjoying myself too much to stop what I was doing.
I snatched the spatula, rolling my fingers across the smooth, polished wood. No splinters. No chance of hurting her.
At least from what I had in mind.
Using my knee, I kicked her legs wider apart. I expected her to close them immediately, but without being told to stay in position, she kept them right where I placed them. Now she was wide open and exposed and I was in utter agony from need.
As I rubbed the handle of the spatula against her pussy, she curled her fingers and her back rose and fell from her labored breathing.
I pushed the implement past her folds, still moving gently as her juice slickened the handle.
“Yes, very wet.”
“As I already told you, not for you.” Yet repeating the words didn’t make them any truer.
Her strangled whisper was beautiful music. I was close to panting myself, not from excessive exertion, but from hunger furrowing from deep within.
The wry smile remained as I took my time, teasing her with the very end of the handle. As she’d done before, she stiffened, now taking short, deliberate breaths.
When I pushed the handle into her tight channel, she didn’t move at first. I released my hold on her back, eager to see how she’d react. I wasn’t disappointed. She lifted her pelvis, forcing the implement even deeper inside.
Fuuuuck. I was too far gone, wired from electricity and a longing so intense the moment felt suffocating.
“You can’t… Do this,” she whispered.
Leaning over, I eased hair from falling across her beautiful face. I needed to see her expression. I longed to hear her cry out my name, begging me for more. “You seem to forget. My house. My rules.”
“Never.”
I pushed in three more inches. As before, I was rewarded for my heinous actions with the beautiful sound of her lilting voice.
She should be a singer. I’d come to every show.
I pulled out, pumping deep inside again.
My rhythm was smooth, like a jazz player.
I had all the time in the world and I planned on making her wet and hot all over, keeping her so electrified she would stop fighting me for good.
Or at least until the next time.
The longer I pumped, the more she bucked against the movement. Her breathing was shallow, a clear indication she was ready to climax. I wanted her to. Shit. I needed her to come.
What did it say about me that my thoughts were directed toward her pleasure even as my cock throbbed? Some might call it a telling statement.
Whatever the case, our contract was secure. Even if she wanted out, her signature made it ironclad.
Six months of her life belonged to me.