Chapter 16 #2
As his tongue explored, I closed my eyes, wishing that this could last forever.
The roaring passion continued until suddenly, I couldn’t feel him any longer.
The loss of explosive heat and his body weight was tremendous, and I blinked several times before realizing that he’d backed away by several feet.
I pressed my fingers across my lips, still in a fog from the scintillating French kiss.
Nothing about him should surprise me, including when he yanked off my dress or when he raked his arm across the kitchen island, careful to avoid the special box of chocolates.
The sound of items falling made my breath even heavier.
It seemed his patience was all but shot, as he ripped at the straps on my bra, exposing my breasts.
As soon as he did, he shook his head, cupping both.
The hard squeeze brought another scattered whimper to my lips.
Reaching back, I grabbed the island to keep me from falling. Even with the weight of his body so close, I feared my legs would give out. That’s the kind of effect he had on me. As he lowered his head, I closed my eyes, the feel of his hot, wet mouth on my nipples amazing.
I was barely aware he’d removed the piece of lingerie until he pinched my nipples. The man knew exactly how to create a heated pool of wetness between my legs.
There was even more of a sense of urgency in him, the sound of lace ripping assaulting my senses as he yanked down my thong. Why was it that the thought of being naked in front of him while he was still lounging in jeans and boots was so thrilling?
He certainly wasn’t interested in taking his time. After sucking on one nipple then the other, biting down only once, I realized he’d grabbed something. A chocolate.
With a slight purr slipping past my lips, I watched intently as he popped the chocolate with his fingers, lifting his heated gaze while he drizzled my already swollen nipple with the liquid.
Another rugged growl.
Another intense look of possession.
Another drizzle before he engulfed my hardened bud.
“Oh, my God.” Every sound he made as he sucked the cordial from my body brought a wider smile.
How naughty of him.
He didn’t stop there, dragging his tongue between my breasts, crawling his fingers behind the trail he’d created. The bastard was toying with me, teasing me as I’d done with him.
Lifting his head, he drizzled the last of the liquid, waiting for a few seconds before sweeping his tongue through the scattered drops.
I wrapped my arm around his head, holding him in place, but he was having none of me being in control.
This time as he looked at me, he shook his head. “You’re such a naughty vixen. You’re right that you need practice in learning to surrender to my every need. Plus,” he continued as he rolled the tip of his finger down my nose, “I think you need a reminder.”
When he flipped me around, pushing me over the edge of the counter, my toes barely managed to touch the floor. Pushing up, I almost managed to escape, tormenting him even more.
He was too quick for me, tossing me down and crushing the full weight of his body against mine. Another round of noise had me tossing my head over my shoulder. “What are you searching for?”
“The perfect implement. A man must improvise from time to time.” He lifted his arm, twirling the spoon in his hand.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Somehow, I managed to shove him back, rushing around the edge of the island.
But he was too quick for me, prepared for my little game. As soon as he dragged me back, hoisting me over the counter again, he wasted no time in bringing the spoon down on my buttocks.
“Oh, you are a horrible man.” I was shocked at the level of pain running through my system, in mild shock for a few seconds. “Stop. Just stop.” But a smile was on my face and a deep throbbing pulse between my legs.
“Oh, I don’t think so. At the end of the day, you’re a brat.” He brought the spoon down again, wasting no time moving from side to side.
“What? That’s not fair. Why do you say that?” I moaned as I wiggled my bottom.
“Because you are. Taunting me every minute of the day.”
“I wouldn’t do that.”
Leaning over, he pushed my hair aside before breathing against my neck. “Try again, lady. You never miss an opportunity.”
The spanking continued, his evil hand bringing the hard surface of the spoon down several times. I could swear the man was musical, moving from one side to the other in a perfect rhythm.
While the pain was surprising in that I was writhing from the anguish provided by a spoon meant to stir sauce in a pan, I also couldn’t hide that every flash of pain was met by another electric one pushing deep within my core.
Panting, I clawed the counter, shifting back and forth. My tiny attempt at fighting him obviously turned him on, his hard, throbbing cock brushing across the back of my thighs. Enticing me.
Keeping me on a delicious precipice like a promise of things to come.
And dear God, I wanted every one of them. What did that say about me? I had no idea but at that moment, I tossed all common sense and reality aside.
He was unforgiving, the round of discipline relentless.
“Just stop,” I finally moaned.
His chuckle was deep and husky, my plea causing him to fist a handful of my hair, using it like a leash. Another six smacks were given, two on the tops of my thighs. This time, I managed to push up just enough, and the angle was such I could drive my foot into his leg.
Suddenly, he stopped, taking a deep breath before issuing a tsking sound. “You’ve just proven my point. A hard lesson for you. Eight more.”
He tightened his hold, twirling the goddamn implement in front of me before finishing with his harsh lesson. With every brutal snap of his wrist, I was driven into a strange yet sweet bliss I hadn’t known existed.
Perhaps I was the kind of woman who craved pain and total dominance. The thought was insane, but the trickle of my juice covering both inner thighs was a testament to the possibility.
Eight more were given, each crack of the wood more savage than the one before. I gasped with each swat, biting my lip at the sweet combination of pain and pleasure. Once finished, he flipped the spoon away, the sound as it tumbled to the counter creating a sense of relief.
Finally, I could breathe easier, now concentrating on the clench and release of my pussy.
With his fingers still wrapped around my hair, he rolled the tips of the others down my spine, taking his time as if memorizing every bump and every vertebra. There was a softness to his touch, allowing me to see even more of the gentleness in him.
While he might consider himself rough and tumble, there was great solace in knowing parts of him were very tender.
I was breathless, a dazzling display of stars floating across my field of vision. The connection that existed, while baffling in every way, was so calming that within seconds, I was in a place of peace.
Until he decided to drive his hand between my legs. Instantly, I shuddered, the deep throb in my pussy stronger than before. Every intense pulse was a powerful reminder of the rush of heat we shared.
“Are you wet for me, little lady?”
“Mmm… Maybe. But I’m no lady.”
“Perhaps you’re right.” His voice remained soothing, but the strong vibe of lust remained, lingering as the scent of our combined desire wafted between us.
His fingers were magical yet lethal weapons and the second he thrust several inside, I was certain an orgasm was soon to follow.
Somehow, the man knew how to manipulate me, pushing me toward a climax with the simplest touch.
Tonight was no exception. Three fingers turned into four, all flexed open as he pumped with slow, even strokes.
I shifted my hips, biting on my lower lip to keep from making a single sound.
But soon, it was impossible, the range of sensations as powerful as the spanking.
He had a way of driving me close to the moment of sweet nirvana and soon, I was writhing against his hand, moaning softly as the ebb and flow of sheer desire became overwhelming.
Yet when he pinched my clit, there was no chance of holding back, the moan loud and strangled.
“That’s it. Come for me. I need you to come on my fingers.” His command was different than before, darker and more demanding. I could almost sense a shift in him, as if the hidden personality I’d already caught a glimpse of was threatening to take full control.
And I wasn’t certain I’d mind.
He twisted his fingers, shifting the angle and that was all I could take, a blinding and breathtaking orgasm shooting through me.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” Both my palms were planted on the counter, fighting to move.
To breathe.
But I was loving every second of what he was doing to my body.
Even before my body began to come down from the high, he was pushing my legs further apart. The spoon suddenly appeared in his hand.
Another twirl.
Another single crack on my bottom before he smacked my pussy lips.
The pain was ripe and raw, so much so I was stunned into utter silence.
He rubbed his fingers across my sensitive tissue, even driving them inside while my pussy was still convulsing. He wasn’t ready to stop tormenting me, issuing another smack across my pussy. The repeat nearly threw me into a whiteout, the heat blinding.
I realized I was bucking against the spoon even as he slipped the handle into my tight channel. I was momentarily shocked, incapable of moving.
“Relax. I have no intention of hurting you.”
With every slide of the wood, I gyrated my hips, my pulse skyrocketing. I’d never felt anything like this before, shocked that my body seemed to crave what he was doing.
He continued to shake things up, shifting from the brutal crack against my tender tissue to the rush as my muscles clamped around the thin handle.
I was bucking in rhythm, finally able to push up from the counter as soon as he’d released his hold. There was nothing so sweet, so satisfying as the combination of pain and pleasure.
Just as I thought I was ready to let go again, I suddenly felt his hot, wet lips on my pussy lips, his tongue replacing the wooden implement. As soon as he drove his tongue inside, that was it. There was no chance of holding back another even more powerful orgasm.
“Yes. Yes… Oh, my God.”
Time had no meaning as the wave shifted, ebbing so slowly I remained lost in the sweet fog. With my face pressed against the counter, all I could do was to count my breaths.
The sweet peace was interrupted by a noise I hadn’t heard before.
He tossed the spoon on the counter and I knew instantly that something was wrong.
By the time I had my feet on the floor, his face was completely different than before, showing signs of rage.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’re being watched.” He threw a look toward the windows. “And I don’t like it one bit. I’ll be right back. Do not go anywhere.”
“Oh, no, you don’t, Kendrick. We are in this together whether you like it or not.” I was determined to discover what he was referring to.
His grimace was as dark as his mood had just turned. With an irritated hiss, he headed to the control room, moving toward the bank of security monitors.
We both stood in front of them. Finally, I noticed movement. “There.”
His exhale was long and even. “Fuck. At least now we know we’re being checked.”
“Maybe a good thing.”
While there was no way of seeing what we were dealing with, it was obvious whoever the visitor was standing off to the side at the back of the house.
With a clear view of the majority of windows. “Fuck the asshole. I’m fucking sick and tired of waiting and playing games.”
When he started to leave the room, I stopped him. “What are you going to do?”
“Find out what he wants. And ensure he takes a heated message back to Lucifer that this won’t be tolerated.
” The anger in his voice resonated in the small space, the tone terrifying me more than before.
Something had snapped inside him, as if he’d decided the line of good versus evil was meant to be crossed whenever and wherever he wanted.
Even the flash of his eyes was different, sensual in such a dominating fashion I was thrown by my reaction.
I had to think quickly, or he’d tear the man apart, which would end the charade and any chance of saving the women.
“No. Don’t do that. I have a better idea. We both want this to be over with. Right?” It was as if I was soothing the savage beast.
“What are you suggesting?” He offered yet another commanding look.
“That we give the bastards exactly what they want. A hot little show.”