Chapter 21 #2
The metal edge of the cocktail table hit me in the middle as I bent over it.
I sucked a breath through my teeth as the frigid glass pressed against my nipples through my thin bra and t-shirt.
Reaching back, I grasped the denim over my hips and pushed down till I felt a tight band of material around my upper thighs.
“Panties too.”
I heard a rustle of fabric and turned my head to see him shrugging out of his suit jacket.
After unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt and loosening his silk tie, he pulled them both over his head.
It was as if he was shedding all semblance of civility.
Even through the dimness, I could make out each of his tattoos.
The blade of the dagger piercing his neck seemed to gleam in the moonlight.
He looked like a pirate standing on the deck of a frigate about to whip his helpless captive.
Except this wasn’t between the safe pages of a book, this was real life… and I was his captive.
Not wanting to anger him further, I pulled down the simple white cotton panties till they bunched on top of the denim around my thighs.
I could feel the gooseflesh rise on my arms, but whether it was from the chilly night air or frightened anticipation, I didn’t know.
He snapped the belt, and my body jolted.
Wrapping my fingers around the table’s edge, I braced for the first strike.
I didn’t have to wait long.
His belt struck across both ass cheeks as the tongue whipped around my hip.
I cried out from the shock and pain.
Agonizing pinpricks of heat raced across my skin.
His belt lashed me a second time. I raised high on my toes as I bit my lip, tasting blood.
Oh, God, it burned.
The third strike hit just below the curve of my ass, in the sensitive spot just above my thighs.
“Please, I’m sorry!”
“What are you sorry for, baby?”
I didn’t answer fast enough. His belt whipped across my ass in rapid succession, striking both cheeks individually. My skin was on fire as pain pulsed over every inch of my vulnerable bottom. My fingers clawed at the table’s cold surface as I desperately reached out… for what I didn’t know.
The lights from the nearby windows taunted me.
Could they see?
Could they hear?
Were faceless eyes watching Dimitri as he stood, legs spread, arm raised high, ready to torment me with more lashes from his belt?
“Why are you sorry?” he ground out.
“I’m sorry for lying!” I cried as my wet cheek slid against the smooth glass surface.
“Do you deserve this punishment?”
This time he struck me with the flat of his palm. The feel of his skin against mine was almost as much of a shock as the pain. This time the searing burn was more intimate… more humiliating. He rubbed his hand in circles over the curves of my ass. The slight pressure only increased my torment.
“Do you deserve this, Emma?”
“Yes! Yes! Punish me! I deserve it,” I choked out as my entire body trembled violently.
Wrenching sobs racked my body as his belt whipped across my swollen skin. It chased everything from my mind. My entire focus was on his touch and the punishing feel of leather.
As I tumbled down into that dark void, my body took over, transforming with the pain.
Transcending it.
I was aware of everything. The musky scent of his cologne.
The kiss of a night breeze on my heated cheeks.
The rustle of the tree leaves in the distance.
The hard press of the table against my erect nipples.
The angry energy radiating off his body as he towered over my prone one like a vengeful god.
The tightening of my inner thighs as I became aroused from his rough treatment.
My breath came in harsh gasps as I grappled with the tangle of conflicting emotions.
There was something overwhelming and primal about how he was dominating me.
Forcing me to submit under his hand… under his control and rule.
This wasn’t just about me lying.
His anger came from something darker, something more intimate… and dangerous.
I knew that for certain.
I could feel it.
This was about his need to control the world around me.
His fierce need to protect me.
By defying him, I had shattered that world and the illusion that he could keep me from all harm.
Now he needed to take that control back… by force if necessary… by controlling my body.
The metal buckle of the belt rattled as it skidded across the cement floor.
The fabric of his pants brushed the backs of my thighs as he stepped closer.
I didn’t dare turn to look.
My soft sobs could not stifle the harsh metallic sound of him lowering his zipper.
Oh, God.
The thick shaft of his cock fell heavily against the crack of my ass. It felt even hotter than my punished skin. Rubbing the head between my cheeks, he probed between my thighs.
My cheeks flamed, knowing he would find me wet and ready for him.
Leaning over my body, his chest hair brushed my back as he wrapped his fist into my tangled curls, wrenching my head back. My body bowed. Running the edge of his teeth along the shell of my ear, he rasped, “I will show no mercy.”
He thrust in to the hilt, piercing my body as he viciously claimed me.
The table screeched as it pitched forward with the power of his thrust.
I struggled to accept his thick girth as he ruthlessly pounded into me. His hips brushed my bruised ass with each movement, sending shockwaves of painful pleasure coursing up my spine.
His right hand flattened against my lower back as his left pulled on my hair, all while his cock kept up a punishing pace, fucking me raw.
Deep inside a dark side of my soul I didn’t even know existed, I wanted this.
Craved it.
“Harder!” I cried out, needing it to hurt, needing to feel possessed by this man.
His hand on my back slid lower. His thumb pressed between my cheeks till he found the tight, puckered hole that guarded my final virginity.
Without warning or even a spark of gentleness, he pushed his thumb in deep. Pulling slightly, stretching me.
“Ow! Ow! Oh, God!”
“That’s right, baby. Take it deep like a good girl.”
Between the powerful thrusts of his cock deep inside of me and the taboo feel of his thumb in my ass, my body couldn’t take any more stimulation. Dizzying waves of dark pleasure crashed over me.
His hands enclosed my hips as he pumped me full of his hot seed.
The chilly night air swept over my heated, sweat-drenched skin.
A physical manifestation of the icy fear and humiliation that was unfurling inside my stomach.
As he swept me into his arms and carried me through the French double doors to his bedroom, harsh reality shattered my heart into pieces.
I loved Dimitri more than breath… which was why I had to leave him.