Chapter 4
Savvy
He has lost his mind. Although, given the fact that he’s kidnapped me and is holding me hostage, I’m not sure he’s ever been in full possession of it. He’s a madman.
A lunatic.
And what does that make me? I’m standing in this room with a mammoth of a man holding a leather belt and promising to spank me with it, and my panties are getting wetter by the moment.
I’m just as twisted as him.
“I’m going to give you a tip. Do things the first time I tell you. I’m not a patient man.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Cassie was right about my mouth, too. I can’t help it. When I get nervous, the snark just flies out.
“Do you need help obeying?” he asks when I’m still frozen to the floor.
“I…I don’t want you to—I can’t believe I’m even saying this—I don’t want you to spank me.” I shift my weight from one foot to the next.
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Yes, if you don’t want it, then you’ll learn from it. Hopefully, we won’t have to repeat this punishment in the future.”
“Future? There’s no future. If I do this, I get to leave.”
He lifts an eyebrow, which explains perfectly that he’s done talking.
“If I have to put you into position, I’m tying you to the bed .”
No need to threaten me twice. I move to the foot of the bed. It’s a four-post bed with the most comfortable bedding I’ve ever sat on while waiting for an angry mobster to come kill me.
“Pants and panties down, all the way,” he orders as my trembling fingers work the button on my jeans.
Hooking my thumbs into the waistband, I shove them down to my knees and stop.
He sighs.
Before I have a chance to speak, his huge paw of a hand pushes me between my shoulder blades, bending me over the bed and holding me there. He tears the jeans and panties down to my ankles; then one by one, pulls them over each of my feet and tosses them across the room.
“Wait!” I fling my hands back, covering my bare ass.
“Move your hands. Now.” Before I even have a chance to consider obeying him, the belt strikes my thighs.
I shoot up to my toes, crying out from the lightning coursing across my skin.
“Okay! Okay!” I pull my hands back and tuck them beneath my chest.
The next strike lands across my asscheeks, but it hurts no less. I jump at it, then the next and the next.
“Stop! Oh, god, it hurts!” I wiggle, but he’s holding me down, giving me no room to escape the blows.
Methodically, he brings the belt down across my upturned ass, not missing a single inch of flesh. Tears build, then fall down my cheeks.
Not only from the pain, which is insanely sharp, but the humiliation. I’m bent over, being strapped by this huge man as though I’m some naughty little girl.
It’s horrifying.
And yet there’s a slickness between my thighs that’s getting worse as the spanking continues.
“Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to fuck with men like me? With men like Vincent Ricci?” He pauses, lightly dusting his fingertips over my tender flesh.
I’m fully aware of the danger, but something tells me if I tell him that it will only enrage him further.
“Savannah, answer me.” He slaps his open palm across my right cheek.
“Yes, I do.” I tense, waiting for the next strike of the leather. It doesn’t come.
He leans over me, his body flush with my own. The roughness of the denim further reminding me of the discomfort in my ass.
Brushing the hair away from my ear, he presses his mouth to the spot just beneath. The tenderness of the gesture is ruined when he speaks.
“I’ve killed men for less. Do you want to know how?”
“Not really, no.” I fist the bedding beneath me.
“How many times have you pulled this scam?” The question throws me. One of his tactics to keep his prisoner on their toes.
“Does it really matter?” I swallow, suddenly having a severe case of dry mouth. Probably because all of the moisture in my body has been reverted to between my thighs.
“It does.”
“Why?”
“Because it determines how much more of a punishment you’ll receive.”
My soul clenches.
“It’s not your business. I’m not your business. This whole thing is ridiculous.” I twist my neck enough to get a look at his expression.
Big mistake.
Fire burns in his eyes. Flames could shoot out at any moment.
“I’m making it my business.”
“But why?” The question comes out more of a whine. I can’t seem to get my brain and my body to align. Because as much as I want him to get off of me and let me leave, I also want him to kiss my neck again.
“Answer my question.” He moves back to my side, pressing the leather belt against my ass. “How many times have you run the scam?”
I blow out a breath. “I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t.”
His fingers spread across the small of my back, pressing me into the mattress. Hot pain crosses my ass as he brings the belt down again.
“How many years have you been doing it?”
He’s really going to hate this answer, so I keep quiet. But he’s not putting up with my silence and unleashes two more lashes.
“How many years have you been doing it?”
I grit my teeth. “The certificates of authenticity? Five.”
“Five?” He breathes out the question as though it surprised him. He doesn’t seem like the sort of man who surprises easily. “How old are you?”
I crane my neck to give him a look, but all I find is the dark storm of his gaze peering back at me.
“I’m twenty-five.”
“How many times have you been caught?”
“Counting this one?” I pause. “One.”
A flash of admiration crosses his features, but it’s gone in a blink.
“Can I get up now?” I move my hands from beneath me and press them into the mattress, but he shoves me back down.
“No. You cooperate better like this.” He runs his fingertips over a particularly tender spot on my left cheek. “You’re going to feel this in the morning.”
I hiss as his finger digs into my flesh.
“Is that your way of apologizing? Because it really sucks.”
“It’s not much of a punishment if the effects fade too fast. Every time you sit tomorrow you’ll remember this.
” He drops the belt to the bed, shifting his weight over me again.
“You’ll remember being bent over the bed, your bare ass high in the air, being spanked like the bad girl you were.
And maybe you’ll think twice about misbehaving. ”
I want to roll my eyes, but his lips press against my neck again. And his hand moves from my ass cheek to my thighs, dragging his nails across my skin until he dips between my legs.
If he keeps going, he’s going to see what a mess his punishment has made of me. I try to clamp my legs close, but his hand blocks me.
“Are you trying to hide something from me?” he asks at the same time as his finger glides through my soaked pussy lips. “Ah, this? Is this what you didn’t want me to see? How wet and hot you are?”
I clench my eyes closed, willing this entire fiasco to be a dream. When I open them, I’ll be home in my bed, with my dirty books on my nightstand and my vibrator in my drawer. That will explain how wet my panties are.
But when I open them, I’m still here. In his house. Draped over his bed with his hand between my legs.
“It’s just a reaction. I can’t help it.”
He chuckles then bites my earlobe. “Why would you want to?”
He removes his hand briefly, just long enough to grab my hip and flip me over onto my back as though I’m nothing more than a pancake on a sizzling hot griddle.
When he presses his hand to my thigh, I clamp shut again. He smirks and excitement dances in his gaze. He runs his fingernails across my thigh.
“Open your legs for me, Savvy.”
I don’t want to. I shouldn’t. It makes no sense to give in to this madman.
And yet.
I part my legs enough for his hand to turn, giving him full access. His gaze roams over my body, down the length of my torso, down to where his hand has slipped between my thighs again.
It’s only because of how long it’s been since a man’s touched me that he’s getting such a response from me. That’s all it is.
“No, don’t hide. You were so brave before. Open your eyes.”
When had I closed them?
As soon as I see him, I want to shut them again, but then he does the unthinkable.
He kisses me.
His hand wraps gently around my jaw. The tip of his tongue runs along the seam of my mouth until I part my lips, letting him deepen the kiss. His tongue sweeps in, tangling with my own.
He presses his mouth harder against mine, shifting his positioning and nipping at my lower lip.
My soul unclenches.
When he breaks the kiss, I’m left dazed and breathless.
He braces one forearm next to my head while he slides his hand further between my legs. He presses a finger to my clit and electricity shoots straight through me.
He grins like the arrogant asshole he is, and I try to snap my legs closed.
“Tsk. Tsk, Savvy. You don’t want me to use the belt again do you? I can punish this pussy just as easily as I can your ass.”
Why does that sound so thrilling?
“Open for me.” He presses a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Be a good girl.”
And I do.
Keeping a fierce gaze pinned on me, he rubs my clit counterclockwise, pressing harder as he reverses course.
I fist the satin comforter beneath me, trying to put my mind somewhere else. Anywhere else that might help me ignore the intense pleasure building inside of me.
He chuckles.
“You can’t hide from me.” He thrusts one thick long finger into me, and my eyes fly open.
He’s staring down at me, watching every reaction, every flicker of a smile and moan while he slowly drags his finger in and out of me. With the heel of his hand, he continues to rub my clit.
The intensity of the pleasure builds. It’s made worse by the way his eyes have captivated me. It’s as though I’m caught in a force field and can’t look away or move away.
No. I just need to ignore this. I need to put my mind somewhere else.
But then he slides a second finger inside me, curling them both, hitting a hidden, sacred spot that has me writhing beneath his touch and arching from the bed.
He pumps his fingers in and out, harder, then softer, twisting and bending them. Making a complete mess of my resolve.
“You shouldn’t be…oh…you shouldn’t be doing this.” I slap at the bedding, but all I get from him is a low chuckle.
“It seems we’re both doing things today we shouldn’t.”
He continues to pump his fingers in and out, kissing me and whispering filthy encouragements in my ear.
All pain from the belting is gone, replaced by the tsunami of pleasure threatening to overtake me. I bite down on my bottom lip, an attempt to keep my moans to myself.
“Ah, so close. You’re so close, aren’t you?” He nips at my earlobe. “You want to come so badly, don’t you?”
I nod, because if you can’t beat the insane man, joining him is the only option.
With his eyes fixed on mine, he thrusts a third finger inside, stretching me.
“You’re almost there. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I don’t think he means to say the last part. His gaze flicks away for a second after he says it, and when it returns the fire burns even brighter.
I lift my hips, trying to grind into his palm as he fucks me harder with his fingers. It’s right there, I’m going to explode. The pressure, the pleasure, the delightful pain of it all crests. I’m going to fall into the abyss.
And then he stops.
Everything.
He yanks his hand out from between my legs and rests it on my thigh. My arousal still covering his fingers, he grips my thigh.
“What the fuck?” I demand, darting up, but he pins me back to the bed with his forearm across my chest.
“Did you think you’d get to come after being such a bad girl today?”
My brain has broken. The lost orgasm fades, leaving behind too much fog to see anything clearly. It hurts; there is actual discomfort from the loss of his fingers.
Keeping his fiery gaze on me, he brings his hand to his mouth. Taking his time, he licks my arousal from each finger before he slides off the bed.
I sit up, pulling my shirt down to cover what I can as he grabs the belt and slowly slides it back into his jeans.
“We’ll talk more in the morning. If you’re a good girl and are honest, maybe I’ll finish what I started.”
Then he picks up the bookcase. Just plucks the damn thing from the ground and puts it back up right as though it’s made of compressed plywood instead of oak.
I’m still stupefied as he unlocks the door.
“Wait!” I finally find my voice and my spine. I run to the door. “You said if I took the punishment I could leave.”
“No.” He holds the door close to him, not giving me enough room to get through if I try to run out. “I said we’d discuss it. And we did. I’ll see you in the morning, Savvy.”
He shuts the door, and a second later, it’s locked.
And I’m fucked.
But not in the fun way.