Chapter 5
Lainey
My experience indulging in passion was limited. The tabloids had gotten it all wrong.
The life they’d pegged me with living had nothing to do with the teacher who enjoyed quiet nights with a book by the fire.
I was a wild child, always out with the hottest looking men. Actors. Musicians. Hell, I’d dated two hockey players in my career, yet I couldn’t remember their names.
Because other than pretending to be on a couple of dates, we hadn’t even talked on the phone. Such was the glitz and glamor of being a superstar.
That’s why I was rattled, uncertain of myself around him. Not only was Sasha a few years older, he was also extremely accomplished in everything he’d ever touched.
Having him protect me with not one but two men who acted like I was their property had certainly been a pleasant surprise.
His words of possession should scare or anger me.
The reason they hadn’t? Because he was used to getting what he wanted, taking it if necessary.
I found that sexy as hell in a man. He oozed self-confidence, something others would likely call arrogance.
He had both hands planted on either side of me, his eyes filled with utter dominance, every aspect of his body reeking of passion. When I didn’t deny his proclamation, he leaned further over, sliding his tongue across the seam of my mouth.
I expected him to capture my lips, but he nipped my bottom one instead before tracing the bridge of my nose with two fingers. He took his time trailing them along my jaw to my shoulder. When he brushed the tips down one arm, I could tell he was momentarily lost in the past.
And in someone he’d very much cared about.
Maybe for some women knowing he was thinking about another woman would be a mood breaker. Not this time and not with this man. He was letting go just like I’d done, only with people who wanted nothing more than to destroy my life.
As his chest rose and fell, he rolled his fingers down to my hand, pulling it into his. I had no idea what to expect, but when he kissed my knuckles, even rubbing his lips against them, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He wasn’t just gorgeous. He was the epitome of the perfect man. And I’d seen plenty of them in my life.
His eyes sparked only seconds later, now becoming wild with desire. It was as if a switch had been flipped. The slight growl coming from his throat was completely predatory, causing another wave of shivers.
That was the moment he shifted from the past to the present.
After placing my hand on the table, he pulled the chair closer, thumping down and immediately lifting and bending my legs.
When he dropped his head, the feel of his hot breath created a wave of shivers.
I threw my arms out, gripping the edge of the table.
I was shocked how just the closeness and the act of teasing me was enough to set my body on fire.
He chuckled softly as he darted his tongue around my clit.
Every muscle jerked from the slight action.
I was floored, biting my lower lip to keep from crying out.
Why in God’s name was I so nervous around him?
He took a deep breath, exaggerating the action and I could tell I’d pointed my toes.
“You are like a beautiful butterfly ready to be set free.”
“Say that in Russian.”
Laughing, I could tell I’d shocked him. “Vy slovno prekrasnaya babochka, gotovaya vyrvat’sya na svobodu.”
His sultry voice allowed me to close my eyes, even relaxing as he swirled his tongue around my clit. Just the way he was touching me scalded my skin. I was relaxed even with my bout of nervousness. Being both on an edge and a wave of passion was strangely provocative.
He had a way of making me feel so special, especially when feasting on me as if he was enjoying a savory meal. His gentleness surprised me as much as the fact I wanted to ask him to devour me instead of being so gentle.
I tossed my head from side to side, still biting my lip, using enough pressure I could taste a little blood. Raising my arms over my head, I writhed in his hold.
“Look at me, little butterfly. Watch me feast on your pretty pussy.”
His voice was even more commanding and I opened my eyes, even easing onto my elbows for a few seconds. The look on his face was completely carnal. Now I knew what it felt like to be touched and teased by someone with tremendous power.
He gathered my legs into his arms, keeping me spread wide open. I’d never felt so vulnerable, so exposed to anyone.
With his fingers lightly digging into the tender skin of my thighs, I found it difficult to keep my eyes open. As he sucked on my clit, almost instantly I was over-sensitized, shivering as a reaction. When he dragged his tongue down my pussy, pressing the tip inside, I arched my back.
The moan was ragged and I stared up at the ceiling, completely caught off guard by how incredible the sensations were.
Maybe he sensed I could handle more or maybe his hunger was intensifying. His hold became tighter, his mouth hotter and the way he thrust his tongue inside almost pushed me into a climax.
A forbidden secret that I planned on keeping to myself was that no man had ever made me come with his mouth.
I was too sensitive. Or too embarrassed.
Or maybe I’d just never felt comfortable and confident.
Sasha made me feel as if I could completely let go, enjoying the ravaging vibrations threatening to unravel me.
His mouth became a weapon, licking me furiously as he shifted one hand so he could drive his fingers beside his tongue. The combination was almost too much to take.
“Oh, fuck. Oh… Fuck.”
He pressed his lips against one inner thigh then the other. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I was given a few precious seconds to breathe and regroup.
“Pinch your nipples for me, little butterfly.”
Had he just said that to me? I peered down, taking several deep breaths. For some reason, I was unable to stop shaking. When I hesitated in obeying him, I was punished with a sharp slap of his fingers against my pussy.
“Oh…” I must be crazy or a glutton for pain because the naughty girl inside of me wanted to continue disobeying him just to see what he’d do.
How far he’d go.
So I raised my arms over my head again, daring him to take control of me.
He lifted his head and a single eyebrow at the same time. I could tell he was slightly surprised, but he didn’t miss a beat, standing and turning me over onto my stomach without a hitch.
My legs were dangling over the edge of the table and in this position, I felt even more vulnerable.
I tried to claw and crawl my way across the table and I’d be damned if he didn’t allow me to get both knees on the surface and halfway across the long plane before grabbing one ankle and yanking me back.
“Did I not explain correctly that you aren’t going anywhere?”
I didn’t need to see his face to witness amusement. I could hear it in his voice. When I was safely in position again, he didn’t hesitate a second time, bringing his huge palm down on my buttocks.
I gasped, the pain instant. A moan breached my lips and I threw my head toward the window. The kitchen light offered a perfect halo around my body. I was completely on a stage, but in an entirely different way than I was used to.
“Well, I can see you’re in need of a good dose of discipline in your life.” The chuckle in his voice remained, but the continued hunger was there as well. This was a powerful aphrodisiac or perhaps I should call it an appetizer.
“Didn’t you hear on the internet that I’m a very bad girl?”
“Oh, that’s right. Lainey Rose, a delinquent girl at heart.”
“Now, that was the name of my last album. You have been paying attention.”
He smacked my bottom three times as an answer. “I do keep up with my entertainers, so I know what I’m dealing with to develop a plan of how to handle them.”
“So you’ve planned this all along?”
In the reflection, I noticed him rubbing his jaw as if that’s exactly what he’d been thinking about.
“Let’s just say I knew I was the only man who could handle such a troubled girl, providing her with exactly what she needed.
” Maybe the foreplay was over because when he brought his hand down again, the strikes were much harder, catching me exactly on my sit spot.
I wiggled and moaned, shocked that the pain had slipped all the way to my toes. Panting, I pushed up from the table, part of me ready to beg him to stop. Even apologizing for some unknown bad behavior.
But the other part of me wanted more. Craved more.
Why? Because my pussy was on fire, clenching every time his hand connected.
My bottom was already aching and I had no doubt I’d feel the spanking in the morning.
Maybe I just had very tender skin, but he wasn’t letting up.
If this was supposed to be foreplay, he didn’t know when to stop.
I cinched my eyes shut, twisting back and forth on the table. My pussy was so wet I felt the juice on my inner thighs.
How was it possible that the pain felt so delicious? Even the sound as he spanked me was like a different type of music to my ears. After he’d issued at least ten more, I was panting like some wild dog, tingling to the point I couldn’t think clearly.
“I can tell how much you need a spanking,” he said gruffly.
“How?”
“Because your pussy is glistening.” Maybe to prove a point, he slipped his hand between my legs, cupping my mound and I almost lost it. Every nerve was on edge and the way he rubbed up and down was the most incredible moment of friction possible.
He even thrust two fingers inside, pumping a few times. But the joy and relief were short lived when he resumed the spanking. The pain was biting, but I was joyous, trembling from the rush of electricity.
“I think you’ve had enough. For now. But remember, little butterfly. I will be happy to give you what you need. Just ask.”
“I won’t.”
“Oh, you will.”