Chapter 31
CHAPTER 31
S arah
His eyes are deep, dark pools, and his sculpted jaw is set.
“Talk about what?” I hear my voice creak as I say it. I can feel the energy radiating off of him, a live current dancing over my skin. It’s like standing on the edge of a cliff and looking down.
“You sent Leo away.” He walks slowly towards me. “You were aware that he was ordered to accompany you, and you told him to wait outside. For that matter, you were aware that there was a high probability that you would be in the same place as a man who has threatened you before, and not only did you withhold that information, you dismissed your escort.”
“Vincent, I?—”
“That he listened is an issue I’ll address with him, directly . But you are aware of the current threats to me, and those around me.” I feel his eyes lock with mine. “To those I care about.”
I feel the edge of the cliff starting to crumble.
“You disregarded your own safety. You put yourself in danger.” He prowls back to me, standing over me so I’m craning to look up at his superior height.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him.
He runs a finger along my lower lip. “I accept your apology. But this is a dangerous world, kitten. This disregard for your safety, for the ways I try to protect you, will not be tolerated.”
We stay like that for a minute, just existing in each other’s space. He takes me by the hands and pulls me to my feet. Reaching behind me, he tugs down the zipper of my gown. He takes a single step back.
“Remove your clothes.”
“What?” I blurt.
“Take. Off. Your. Clothes,” he rephrases, emphasizing each word.
Slowly, under his watchful eyes, I let the smooth satin fall from my body to pool around my ankles. I step out of the puddle of fabric and carefully remove my shoes. He continues to watch me, and I feel his intense eyes boring down on me as I slowly bare myself before him. I pop the clasp on my bra, and it falls to the floor. My panties are the last to go as I shimmy them off my hips and drop them onto the pile of discarded clothing next to me.
He points to the closet. “In the back right hand side are the belts. Go pick one.”
What? Belts?
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Sarah.”
So much hangs on those two syllables. A threat. A promise. All in one single word.
I walk to the closet. Inside, I see the familiar neat rows of suits and dress shirts, polished oxfords lined up against one wall, the opposing one now occupied by my wardrobe. And in the back, next to the mysterious safe that is probably filled with dangerous tools for his dangerous world, is a small rack of leather belts. Some black, some brown. Thinner dress belts and thicker working belts. Smooth belts and basket weave belts. I run my fingers over them. The newer ones are shiny and stiff, the older ones softer, with creases worn where the buckle rubs.
My heart is pounding. I can’t do this. I won’t. I start to turn around to run from the closet.
“Sarah.”
There it is again. My name, and all those other things. Then I blink, and suddenly the soft, worn brown leather work belt is in my hand, and I’m walking back to the bedroom.
Vincent is standing at the foot of the bed. He’s shirtless now, the macabre black and white tattoos and scars combining over his sculpted frame in a single, beautiful, dangerous package. He looks up at me, and I feel my naked body flush under his gaze.
“Good girl. Fold it in half.”
So I do.
“Now put it in your mouth.”
I watch him for a minute. He’s calm, controlled. I put the belt in my mouth.
“Good girl. Get on your hands and knees.”
I sink to the plush carpet, my eyes and brain having decided to focus on the neat little vacuum lines on the floor.
“Now bring me the belt to punish you with.”
My eyes snap back up to meet his.
Oh. My. God.
I feel the hot burn of humiliation in the back of my throat as I start to crawl. I can feel him watching me. By the time I reach him, tears are running silently down my cheeks. He takes the belt from between my teeth and then tilts my head back so he is looking at my face.
“Get on the bed, hands and knees,” he tells me.
I do as I’m told.
“Now, ask for your punishment.”
I can feel Vincent’s presence behind me, silent, waiting. Patient and calm.
I can barely hear my own voice. “Please.”
“Please what, kitten?”
“Please… punish me.”
I can feel my heart pound, my body tremble. I swear I can hear the blood flowing through the arteries in my own fucking head.
I don’t know what warning I expected, but the sudden, blinding pain spread across my exposed ass steals the air from my lungs. The next one feels like a stripe of fire. I scream and try to scramble up the bed.
Vincent grabs my ankle and pulls me back. “Don’t try to run away. Take your punishment like a good girl.”
Another strike. I reach back and try to cover my ass with my hands.
“Stop. Hands on the bed.”
“It hurts! ” I scream.
“It’s supposed to hurt. Hands on the bed.”
I don’t move. He lays a wicked strike across my upper thigh. “Your cute ass isn’t the only thing I can belt. Move the hands.”
Crying, I pull my hands up and wrap my arms over my head, burrowing my face into the soft mattress.
He starts to weave back and forth over my ass with the belt. I can feel the heat radiating off my skin. Then he lays into it, each strike making me scream into the bed, my hands drawn into fists. It’s like fire, burning from my skin into my soul. I’m sobbing, and screaming, and begging.
The belt makes a soft clink when it hits the floor. Despite the throbbing of my skin, something feels… off. Incomplete, tension hanging in the balance.
The mattress dips with his weight, and then I feel his hands roam up my body, adjusting my posture this way and that. Pressing on my lower back to encourage me to arch my bottom up higher. Pulling my knees apart. I can feel the cool air against the most hidden parts of me. I hear a low, rumbled growl from him, and my face burns against the comforter.
“You will not move,” he says sternly.
I nod my head. I feel the bed dip again, hear his footsteps padding away. I don’t dare look up to see where he went. I’m not sure I’ve ever fully understood the meaning of deafening silence until this very moment.
I jump when I feel his hand rub across my tender ass.
“I will always save you, kitten. I will always protect you.” He slides his hand down, dragging his fingers through my sopping folds. “Do you know why?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Because you’re mine, and I protect what’s mine.”
A little shiver runs over my body, and I feel him sink a thick finger inside of me. He slowly works it in and out, then adds a second one.
I feel the edge of my orgasm approaching. “Please,” I moan.
His fingers quicken, thrusting in and out of me. “No,” he says, as he pulls them from my wet pussy.
I whimper into the mattress. I feel something cool drip onto my ass, the sensation making my body jerk and cutting through the fog of frustration.
Vincent chuckles. “Oh, you’ll get to come, kitten,” he says, as he slowly starts to massage my tight, virgin ass. “But it will be with my cock buried deep in your ass.”
“What?! No! You can’t,” I yelp as he slowly sinks his finger inside my hole. I try to crawl away, but he has an iron grip on my hip, holding me hostage to his invading finger. “It will hurt! You’re too big!”
He works the finger in and out, and I feel a second one pressing against my entrance.
“Kitten,” he murmurs, “I never said the spanking was your only punishment.” He drives both fingers into me, and I scream.
“No, please, I’m sorry!”
He drips more cool lube on my ass, pressing it inside me with his fingers. I feel him twist them and spread them inside of me. He pulls them from me, and I exhale the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I shiver when the thick head of his cock nudges against my hole, and he presses against it, the lube helping him invade the last untouched part of me.
It’s indescribable, a burning pain and incredible fullness, and something else, dancing on the edge of my consciousness.
“Push back,” he growls.
“What?”
“Push back. Take my cock up your tight little ass like the good girl you are.”
Slowly, inch by inch, I press against his huge cock. He reaches forward and rubs circles around my clit. I feel like I’m being split in two.
When I feel his heavy balls resting against me, he teases, “And you thought it wouldn’t fit.”
My eyes fly open. “What?”
He rocks gently, sending shockwaves across my body.
“Oh my god.”
He pulls back again and then slides back inside of me. “I want you to come, kitten,” he growls, before he grips my hips with both hands and fucks my ass.
It’s the most painful thing I’ve felt in my life, and it sucks the air out of my lungs and the thoughts from my brain.
But then, it isn’t. Hot, tingling sensations run up and down my body. My clit is throbbing. I slide a hand between my legs and start to rub my clit.
“Good girl,” Vincent tells me. “Are you going to come, kitten?”
I nod, furiously sliding my fingers across myself, the steady sensations from his cock in my ass sending goosebumps down my spine and my toes curling.
I think I may need to come more than I ever have in my life.
“Are you going to come with my cock buried in your ass?” he growls.
Oh, fuck . I nod.
“Say it!” He plants a spank across my butt.
“I’m going to come!”
He spanks me again. “Where is my cock, kitten?”
“It’s in my ass.”
Spank .
“Oh my god.”
Spank .
The words are barely out of my mouth when my whole body seizes up, lights flash behind my eyes, and I forget to breathe. The single most all-consuming orgasm of my life crashes down on me. I barely register it when Vincent sinks deep inside of me and roars, filling me with his come.
We’re frozen like that, his cock still in my ass, still jerking with violent spasms after his own release. He slowly slides from my ass and rolls us over, pulling me into his strong arms. He’s whispering against my hair. I can’t understand what he’s saying, but then my foggy brain clears enough to know it’s in Italian. He kisses the top of my head.
“You do realize that I have no idea what you’re saying, right?”
He chuckles. “Yes.”
“Oh, so long as we cleared that up.”
He sighs. “I need you to take your own safety seriously, Sarah. It is very difficult to protect someone who doesn’t want to be protected.” He tilts my chin up to look into my eyes, the warmth I find in his gaze soaking into my soul. “Never do that again, kitten.”
I sniffle. “Yes, sir.”
Then he slips me off his lap and onto the plush mattress before walking into the bathroom. I hear the shower start. Vincent reappears and pulls me to my feet, leading me into the bathroom.