Chapter 13
SAVANNAH
I never thought the threat of being spanked would turn me on, but I hadn’t expected to fall for the man who drugged and kidnapped me either. My reactions to Kane defied logic in the most thrilling ways.
My stomach flipped when he tossed me onto the bed, the energy between us intensifying now that we were in the privacy of his suite.
A deep blush heated my skin, anticipating building for what was about to happen.
“Would you really spank me? As more than just a warning?”
He pressed his palms into the mattress on either side of me, and his eyes heated even more. “Smile like that at another man again, and I sure as fuck will.”
I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling, but he didn’t miss my reaction.
Gliding a palm down my side and then around to cup my butt cheek, he grinned. “Could do it now if the idea turns you on.”
I considered the offer, my cheeks heating. A spark of curiosity burned deep inside me, so I nodded.
“Want to hear the words, sugar.” His smile widened. “Tell me, and I’ll give you what you need.”
“Ugh,” I huffed, knowing damn well that he wouldn’t cave until I did as he asked since I learned that lesson when he took my virginity. “Please spank me. But maybe not to the point of my butt being cherry red.”
Goose bumps popped up on my arms at his deep chuckle. “Since you didn’t know the rule about smiling like that at other guys yet, I’ll just give you a taste this time.”
Shifting so he was sitting at the edge of the bed, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and tugged me over his lap. Then he slowly pulled my shorts over my butt, taking my panties with them. He stroked over one side, but that was all the warning I got before his palm swatted the curve of my butt.
I gasped, twisting in his hold to gawk up at him.
Quirking his brow, he asked, “Too hard?”
“No, but a little bit of warning might’ve been nice,” I muttered.
“Trust me, sugar. It’s better this way.” He smoothed his palm over the spot where he spanked me. “No chance to tense up because you were expecting it.”
Narrowing my eyes, I glared at him as I wondered if he was speaking from experience.
Once again, Kane proved how in tune he was with my emotions. “I’ve gotten into enough wrecks to know the ones that hurt most were when I was braced for impact.”
“Oh.” I liked that explanation a whole heck of a lot, except for the part where he got injured.
“Lie back down, baby,” he instructed. “Wanna give the other side the same treatment before I bury my face in your pussy to see how wet you got from me spankin’ you.”
I probably should’ve been embarrassed by how quickly I moved, but I didn’t get the chance to think about it before his hand landed on my butt again.
Then he whipped my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra in record time.
When he spread me out on the mattress, I kicked off my shorts and panties while he stripped out of his clothes.
Every inch of his tanned, tatted skin was gorgeous, but I was too desperate to appreciate the view. “Kane, please.”
“Need somethin’ sugar?” he growled, positioning himself between my legs.
“Yes,” I panted, bunching the comforter in my hands. “Your mouth on me.”
He settled my thighs over his shoulders and murmured, “That’s my good girl, telling me what she wants.”
“Only because you make me.”
His big hands gripped my hips, lifting me toward his face as he looked up and asked, “You complainin’?”
“Not if it gets me what I want.”
And it really did.
Kane licked up my drenched center, then flicked my clit with his tongue. I arched under him with a moan, heat surging low in my belly.
“So fucking wet for me, sugar.” He slid his tongue through my folds again. “Spankin’ you isn’t gonna be any kind of punishment. Not when you enjoy it so damn much. Unless I smack your ass until it’s so cherry red, you’ll feel it for days.”
“That’d ruin sexy spanking for me,” I complained.
His beard scraped against my inner thighs as he tilted his head back to flash me a devilish grin. “Then don’t do anything to earn it.”
After that warning, he proceeded to eat me like a starving man. He used his tongue, teeth, and lips to quickly drive me to the brink. Then he pinched my clit, and I flew over the edge. “Yes, oh yes! Kane!”
“That’s it, sugar. Give me another one before I sink my cock into your sweet pussy.”
This time, he worked a finger inside me while he ate me. I pressed my head against the pillows, whipping it back and forth while he built my pleasure like he knew my body better than I did. Touching me exactly where it felt the best and using the perfect amount of pressure to drive me wild.
When he added another finger, my pussy clenched around it, and I gasped, “I’m so close.”
“Come for me, Savannah. Now,” he demanded. Then he sucked my clit hard before gently biting down on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Yes,” I hissed. “I’m…I’m coming. Oh my gosh! Yes!”
My hips jerked up again, and I rode his face until the last of my orgasm passed. When the last shudder subsided, he rose to his knees. Staring down at me with heated eyes, he growled, “I’m gonna fuck you so full, you’ll never forget who you belong to. Tell me, sugar. Who do you belong to?”
I had no doubt he was going to follow through on that sensual promise. Just like he had last night.
“You,” I whispered. “I belong to you.”
“Damn straight,” he rasped, desire blazing from his green orbs.
Notching the head of his dick at my entrance, he palmed one of my breasts in his large hand. “You look so fucking gorgeous, naked and needy beneath me. All your sexy curves begging to be touched.”
I stroked my hands up his broad chest. “The same could be said for your muscles.”
“You’ll have plenty of chances to touch me as much as you want, sugar,” he promised, inching his thick shaft inside my tight heat. “Just not today. Need you too fucking bad after seeing you smiling at another man and then how you took being spanked.”
“Then take me. Now,” I urged, digging my nails into his shoulders.
His hips surged forward with a powerful thrust, and he filled me completely. It took me a moment to adjust to his size, my inner walls clenching around him without anything between us.
I probably should’ve asked him about using a condom since I wasn’t on birth control because I’d never needed it before.
A big part of me was happy about that. If I got pregnant, I wouldn’t need to leave him.
And any child would be lucky to have someone like Kane as a father.
Just like any woman would hit the jackpot if he made them his old lady.
It was too easy to picture spending my life with him. Being surrounded by the Redline Kings—the found family Kane had built for himself.
So I didn’t mention condoms. I just held on while he started to move, his thick shaft dragging against my inner walls as he thrust in and out of me. Hard and fast, over and over again until I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began.
“You take me so good, baby,” he grunted with a swivel of his hips that had me seeing stars. “You gonna give me another one so I can fill you with my come?”
“Uh-huh,” I gasped. “So close.”
“Thank fuck ’cause watching you fly apart for me twice has me at the end of my rope.”
His rhythm sped up, and he hammered me into the mattress until my pussy clamped hard around his dick. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and I heard him groan while intense pleasure coursed through my veins.
He planted himself deep inside me before shuddering. Then I felt the hot splash of his come coating my inner walls, filling me until our shared release dripped down my thighs.
While we worked to catch our breath, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him.
I cuddled against his chest, my fingers tracing over the black ink on his arm.
“One of these times, I want the chance to explore your body. Maybe give you a massage and trace my tongue over the motorcycle tattoo on your back.”
“Gimme a few minutes, and you’ll get your chance.”
I did, but even though he’d just come, I only had my mouth and hands on him for maybe fifteen minutes before I found myself flat on my back with him pounding into me again. But I was too busy screaming his name in ecstasy to complain.