Chapter 5
Adrian
Natalia slept against me for a long time, quite thoroughly worn out.
In her sleep, she’d snuggled closer to me, resting her head on my chest and wrapping her leg around mine.
From this angle, I could see the marks from my fingers and my belt on her pale skin.
None of them would bruise, but they would probably remain pink for several hours.
I’d put them there and it made my cock stiffen to look at them.
I’d lost control with her in a way that I never had with any other woman.
I’d simply set out to give her a hard spanking to remind her that she was dealing with powerful men, but she’d blossomed under my firm admonishment.
When I’d spanked that bare bottom, I’d seen her reluctant little pussy start to swell.
I’d watched her arousal drip down her thighs.
I’d seen all of it glistening there for me and she’d only gotten wetter after I’d given her a spanking there too.
Her scent had overwhelmed me and when I’d finished her punishment with my belt, I couldn’t resist. With every lash, she’d cried out and she probably didn’t even realize it, but somewhere in the middle of her punishment, she’d started raising her hips for me.
She started seeking out the sting from my hand and the thrashing of my belt.
I’d swung the belt purposefully several times so that it caught her lightly between her thighs and the moan I’d earned from it had told me that she was terribly close to orgasm.
I hadn’t been lying when I’d told her that I could make her come from a spanking on that naughty little pussy. I was certain she would be more than capable of it.
I let my fingers linger on her skin, petting her softly and exploring her as she lay against me.
She was so soft. I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her release and my seed.
All I wanted to do was flip her over and sink my cock deep inside her tight little bottom.
I wanted to hear her cry out with her pain, her pleasure, and her release as I took the virginity of that reluctant little hole.
I was a patient man. I would need to remind her of her place again in the future. I would wait until she needed a good ass fucking to ensure that she knew that she belonged to me.
I was going to take her as my mate. The moment she’d opened those pretty lips and told me to ‘fuck off,’ I’d decided to make her mine and now that I’d made that choice, it was as good as done.
Her scent called to me. It screamed for me to claim her, and I would, in time.
Her body would need to be ready to accept my knot, and I’d thoroughly worn her out.
Even now, her breathing was light and feathery soft.
There was a sweet, angelic expression on her face and for the thousandth time, I was taken away by her beauty.
I wanted to steal all her firsts. I wanted to be the one to make her smile. I wanted to be the one that took her over my knee when she needed it. I wanted to be her everything.
When I wanted something, I didn’t shy away from it. I took it, no matter the cost. She belonged to me now and I was going to do everything in my power to ensure she remained safe and happy in my bed.
Slowly, I untangled myself from her grasp and rolled her onto her belly. I didn’t trust her not to run yet, so I very carefully bound her hands to my bed using several ties from my wardrobe. I bound her ankles in the same way, spreading her wide open for me because that’s how I wanted her.
My seed had long dried, but I could see it on her legs.
It took everything in me not to climb over top of her and play with that desperately needy little clit to make her come for me again. Her cries of pleasure and pain were like music to my ears, and I just wanted to hear it over and over again.
Fuck.
I resisted for a little while, but when she adjusted in her sleep and raised her hips in a manner that displayed her perfect little swollen pussy to me, I gave in.
I climbed up on the bed and slipped my fingers between her thighs.
She was still just as wet as I’d left her.
I found her clit with my fingertips, using two to tease her lightly.
It didn’t take much for that greedy bundle of nerves to harden and the more I played with it, the more I knew she could take another round.
She moaned, the sound light and promising and beautiful. She raised her hips and ground against me as her eyes opened. Her mouth opened in a shocked little ‘o’ shape, and she sighed in pleasure. I was gentle with her, but she was going to come for me.
I’d decided she would, so she didn’t have a choice.
Firmly, I worked my fingers between her thighs, delighting in the way her body rolled against mine.
“I want you to come for me once more, Natalia, and then you will sleep through the night for me. In the morning, I will bring you news of your sister,” I purred, and she squealed lightly as I increased the pressure.
Her moans grew breathier, deeper. Still caught in the edges of sleep, she lost control for me quickly.
I didn’t know what was running through her mind when she finally broke apart, but I had a feeling it was my threat to fuck that pretty little bottom.
She’d reacted with shock and awe when I told her I was going to do exactly that, but there was something else behind her initial response. There was arousal too.
Just when she was about to come, I slipped my forefinger into her bottom, and she popped hard. Her moans were deliciously intense, and I couldn’t get enough of how she trembled through that forced orgasm for me.
When it was over, she relaxed against the bed. She tugged her arms and legs, but she didn’t fight my ties. Instead, they seemed to soothe her.
“That’s a good girl. Rest for me now,” I murmured, and she turned her head. I brushed her hair back and pressed my lips against her forehead in a soft kiss. She needed to sleep, and I needed to get to work.
I left the room and locked the door. I walked to my office in the other room and started to get to work on the whereabouts of her sister.
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Several hours later, I returned to my bedroom. When I opened the door, I was taken aback to find her sitting on the bed, buttoning one of my shirts with her guns at her side. I cleared my throat and she tensed, reaching for her closest gun.
“I’m going to rescue my sister,” she began, and I paused, realizing that this pretty one I’d decided to claim had a feisty side that would need a great deal more taming than a belt across her bare backside.
“You’re not, Natalia. You are to remain here. I’ve already got several leads on Irina’s whereabouts, and you will wait here patiently as I look into them,” I countered.
Although night had already fallen for us, it was only the beginning of the Asamire clan’s day. They could not survive in the sunlight and the never sleeping city of Vegas fit their needs perfectly.
“You will tell them to me and then I’m going to leave,” she answered boldly.
Her sass was making my cock unbearably hard.
If I had the time, she would get another long fucking to remind her that when it was the two of us, she wasn’t the one in charge.
I took a step toward her, and she took one back.
There was a flicker of fear behind her eyes for a fraction of a second, but then it was gone. I grinned at the sight of it.
“Natalia, get back in bed,” I demanded gently. I would give her a chance to be obedient, but I would only give her one.
I wasn’t going to fuck her this time, but I had more than a fair number of ways to remind her that she was no longer in control. I lifted my chin and sniffed the air. The insatiable little minx was aroused again.
My senses were better than many humans. I could see farther distances. I could smell and track people by scent alone. My strength was unparalleled and my ability to move quickly ensured that I was the superior species.
The aroma of her arousal was like peaches, candied apples, and cherry tart, all wrapped up together in the most tempting thing I’d ever had the honor to breathe in.
“No,” she spat.
I took another step toward her. I backed her up against the window of my penthouse and she lifted her chin in open defiance.
I grinned, unable to hide the open glee in my face at her feisty nature.
I reached forward and grabbed the fabric of my shirt.
I wasted no time in tearing it open, not caring as the buttons popped off and bounced off the floor beneath our feet.
Her eyes opened wide, and her cheeks flushed beautifully pink with anger.
I gripped the cotton and yanked it toward me, throwing her off balance so that she fell forward.
Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her waist and tossed her back on the bed.
She attempted to push off of it to escape me, but I was prepared for that.
I leapt up, using my speed against her. With my body, I pinned her to the bed.
I landed just over her hips, my thighs to either side of her.
She wouldn’t be able to escape me like this.
Last time, I’d only loosely bound her. This time, I reached behind my headboard and pulled out the set of leather cuffs I’d tied up behind it. Quickly, I bound her right arm, followed by her left. She fought me, but she wasn’t going to get out of these. Not without help.
When I moved back to bind her legs in the same way, she tried to knee me in the balls. I shifted and blocked her attempt and she shrieked as I clamped the cuff shut on her left leg. It didn’t take me much longer to do the other.
After she was thoroughly bound, I took a step back and enjoyed the sight of her chest heaving up and down with the adrenaline from the fight she had just lost. Her breasts jostled the slightest bit, and I didn’t miss the fact that her pert little pink nipples were hard as diamonds.
I wanted to bite them.
I would. In time.