Chapter 24
CHAPTER 24
K ara
“I beg your pardon?” I asked, still with a level of defiance in my tone I didn’t feel in my heart. Maybe I’d noticed a little hurt alongside his frustration with me. He’d truly expected me to follow every rule without question.
If he didn’t know it by now, I wasn’t that kind of woman. Yet, I almost felt guilty, enough so my rebellious nature was declining.
“You heard me.”
“I don’t think I did. As a matter of fact, I’m positive you’re not thinking of…” Oh, God. I couldn’t say the word. It was as if by even whispering what he was planning on doing I’d give him permission.
“Spanking you? Yes, that’s exactly what I plan on doing. And I’ll do it every day if that helps you learn.”
He was out of his mind if he truly believed I was going to allow him to touch me that way.
But you want it. You crave his firm hand, his complete control of you.
I shut down my inner voice, but she was right. Damn her.
Havros rose to his feet, moving to the end of the kitchen island. “You heard what I said, Kara. I was very clear in my directions to you. There is no room for compromise.”
“Why does it matter to you so much?” I watched almost in horror as he unfastened his belt. Was he kidding me with this? I was jittery and excited at the same time, my body swaying as I rose to my feet. The controlling way in which he dealt with me was far too stimulating. I couldn’t understand the electricity created just by the fact I knew he’d carry through with punishing me. Was this normal in his world?
My guess is that he was being lenient with me. I could only imagine how he handled disciplinary issues with his soldiers. I pressed my hand to my forehead, hating the intense arousal skimming through my body. I couldn’t want this. Yet I couldn’t ignore the way my pussy was throbbing.
“Because I almost lost you.”
I hadn’t been prepared for his stark, genuine words or the expression that fueled his need to do this. “You care that much?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He was letting his guard down with me. I thought I would never live to see it.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“You can promise me that you’ll never do something to place yourself in harm’s way again.” He tugged on the thick leather strap, watching me like a hawk. Did he really think I was capable of running away? My guess was that he had a ton of guards stationed right outside the door.
“I wasn’t trying to get myself killed.”
He snapped the remainder of the belt from the loops, the end slapping against the floor. I jumped from the level of anticipation boiling inside of me. “That’s what almost happened. What we are together remains to be seen, but I can’t let your indiscretions go unpunished. It’s simple. Lift your dress, lower your panties, and lean over the end of the counter.”
I wanted to hate the way he was handling me, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew he was right. I’d purposely tried to drive a wedge between us because I was afraid. Not of him. Not because of the power he wielded or the ruthless manner in which he conducted business.
But of falling even harder for a man I couldn’t care about.
His stare was hard but not cold, his eyes shimmering even in the bright lights of the kitchen. He was mesmerizing as usual, his rugged face and three-day stubble creating a world of fantasies. I closed my eyes briefly, maybe weighing my odds of getting away.
Did I really want that? Did I wish to lose what we’d shared? This was no longer about the story. No justice brought to my mother could ease the ache inside.
I found myself obeying his command, shuffling my feet toward the island, keeping my eyes closed as I lifted my dress. I was aching all over, the near-death experience far from the reason why. As I slipped my fingers under the thin elastic of my thong, I heard his heavy breathing.
He was as turned on as I was, maybe more so.
The thought continued racing through my mind as I pulled the lace down my legs, leaning over the edge. No one had spanked me with a belt before. The anticipation was strangely alluring, so much so my nipples were as hard as tiny pebbles. I’d never experienced so much domination as while being around this man.
He moved behind me, taking several deep breaths. The tingling sensations as he rolled his fingers under my dress kept me quivering. A part of me wanted to beg him to reconsider, but the other side, the bad girl in me knew the punishment I was about to receive was justified.
“I’m going to be lenient with you, Kara. Fifteen strikes with my belt. However, if you disobey me again, the number will increase.”
The way he patted my bottom was just as possessive as any other move he’d made. I wanted to be contentious and refuse, but my heart almost felt at peace. How was that possible? The moment I gripped both sides of the island, he brought the belt down for the first time.
The swooshing sound the strap made as it sailed through the air caught my attention first, the slap across my bottom second. There was no anguish, just a strange feeling of discomfort. I heard him exhale before he placed another strike directly across my sit spot.
As discomfort shifted into pain, I shot up from the counter, planting my palms against the smooth granite. My heart was thudding in my chest, lights flashing in front of my eyes. A moment of revulsion rushed into my system and another feeling I needed to escape almost pushed my last buttons.
He pressed his hand against the small of my back, the pressure enough I slowly eased back down to the surface. With my face against the counter, I took gasping breaths.
“We’re just getting started, kitten. Breathe for me.”
I had no idea how I’d endure thirteen more of these… brutal smacks. My bottom was already on fire. He cracked the belt down twice more in rapid succession and I bucked against the counter.
“Oh!” My screech was loud enough I was shocked his men didn’t burst into the apartment. I kicked out involuntarily, doing nothing more than trying to ease the anguish. There was no chance of doing that.
“I will do this as often as necessary until you learn.”
Learn to obey him. The thought was ridiculous, but all I could think about. The whooshing sound grabbed my attention once again, the four savage cracks against my skin thunderous. The sound pulsed in my ears, pain washing down both legs.
But my pussy throbbed in appreciation. Confusion remained, my eyes watering. As a single tear fell, I clenched my eyes shut.
No reaction. No reaction!
Yet I wiggled and moaned, the feel of juice trickling down both inner thighs taunting me. The scent of my crazy desire wafted into my nostrils and I hated my body for the direct betrayal even as I felt myself push my bottom out for him.
Havros continued the spanking in a monotonous rhythm. When he suddenly stopped, I thought the nightmare was over.
“You are truly beautiful, Kara,” he growled as he caressed my aching bottom.
The jolts of electricity shooting through me were powerful. I was lightheaded, the pain mixing with incredible ecstasy. When he brushed his fingers between my legs, I sucked in and held my breath.
“And so very wet.”
I opened my legs as I dug my nails into the granite. He whispered in Greek, the unknown words soothing. My breathing was more labored than before, the ache in every muscle a culmination of several intense vibrations.
He patted my bottom with his hand, denying me the pleasure. As he resumed the spanking, I squirmed and moaned, fighting the urge to beg him to touch me. To feel me.
Kiss me.
Fuck me.
After the horrible night, my mind was carnivorous with need. There was no denying the way I felt about him. He brought the belt down four more times and I almost pushed myself completely off the island. The agony was horrible, yet I felt alive and electrified. The heat in my bottom was nothing next to the fire roaring through my body. This was something I could never tell anyone about. My little secret.
I bit back a clipped laugh, thankful he tossed the belt aside.
“You did very well, my kitten. You’re a very good girl.”
His words were thrilling, too much so, his tone deep and rough. As he caressed my bottom again, moving from one side to the other, a trickling of moans slipped past my lips.
“Stay right where you are,” he told me.
“Yes, sir.”
“Very good girl. I knew you could be that way.”
His voice was far too stimulating. My pussy ached and as he lowered his hand, cupping my mound, I was brought to another moment of peace. He rolled the tip of a single finger around my clit three times before shifting his attention to my thighs. They were burning from being struck by the belt, but as he caressed my skin, I fell into a sweet lull.
The scent of my longing was even stronger, so much so I bit my lower lip from embarrassment. Should I feel guilty that this man made me feel so incredible? Should I hate myself for allowing any of this to happen? I refused to answer, instead allowing myself to fall into the sweet moment of bliss.
“Very wet. I love making your sweet pussy so wet, kitten.” As he fingered my pussy lips, he rolled his thumb back and forth across my clit. Within seconds, it was sensitive, the tingling sensations like pinpricks of white-hot lightning.
I wiggled, shifting back and forth on the counter. Juice was slowly trickling down my thighs. I’d made a mess of his kitchen, but I couldn’t care in the least. A smile had crossed my face as my pulse continued to rise.
Havros took a series of deep breaths before slipping several fingers deep inside my tight channel. I was so aroused, my body was humming with electricity. With his other hand, he rubbed my back. Goosebumps had popped along every inch of skin. I was still in shock and awe, floating in a roar of rapture that I never wanted to come down from.
“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he stated, his voice entirely different than before. He thrust all four fingers into my pussy, flexing them open as he pumped me savagely. All the while, he continued assaulting my clit, now so sensitive I was panting.
I was desperate for his cock, wet and dripping more with every passing second. He finger-fucked me with such roughness I was pushed forward by several inches. I slapped my hands on the island, almost knocking off the two glasses. With my mouth dry and my bottom aching, I was driven to near madness from the extreme hunger sweeping through me.
He pinched my tender bud and I jerked up, stifling the second scream. How could anything bad for me feel this damn good? My tight muscles clamped down on his fingers, making him work a little harder to drive deeper. But he did. He wouldn’t be denied. The thought ravaged my mind just like he was doing to my body.
I did my best to buck against him, shoving all the doubts about him as well as myself aside. The pleasure was so great, I nearly swooned, the rhythm of my heart matching the rapid thrust of his hand.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.”
“That’s it, kitten. Come for me. Come on my fingers. I can’t wait to drive my fucking cock inside your tight hole.”
How long had it been since I’d felt so free? His dirty talk only fueled the flames, every muscle starting to tense.
I clawed the counter, jerking up from the surface as he brought me close then backed off several times. No longer able to focus, I dropped my head, the harsh pants I issued unrecognizable.
“That’s it. Be my good girl. Be my very good girl.” The vacuum consuming me was closing in, my world being suffocated. And after he pinched my clit before shifting his hand, suddenly driving his thumb into my dark hole, I lost it. The scream was high pitched, shut off by the rugged man placing his hand over my mouth.
The orgasm was intense, the rolling waves of sensations tearing through me like a raging fire. Breathless and laughing nervously, I darted my tongue out to lick his palm.
He kept his hand in place, holding back every whimper while he continued to growl like some beast. The man wouldn’t stop, forcing my body to spasm as yet another climax followed the first. It was hot and powerful, beads of perspiration tickling parts of my skin.
As I finally started coming down, my eyes remaining shut, I felt his hand slipping away. The electric vibes began to ebb as he stepped back further. I had no idea how to react. How could anyone go from point A to point Z in a few hours?
After almost being shot?
My mind was still rattled as I smoothed down my dress. “Were you serious about Paris?”
“Yes. Your things will be brought here later tonight. I’ll handle the preparations and purchase whatever you need when we’re in the city. We’re leaving early so you should get some sleep.”
Hot. Cold. On. Off. I had whiplash from the way he handled spending time with me. I gawked at him, my mouth twisted as he headed for the kitchen door.
“I’ll be sleeping on the couch.” He headed from the room, finished with the conversation.
And with me.
At least for the night.
What the hell was I going to do with him?
A better question was how could I shove my feelings into a nice black box and pack it away before it was too late?