Chapter 14
Donatello
Seeing the shock on Emmeline’s face was well worth the wrath I’d go through because of my actions. So I’d need to pay for a new door. Big deal. I’d purchase an upgrade so some other fool couldn’t break it down a second time.
As I took a single long stride inside, she backed away, the look of ire on her face both amusing and tempting. When she floated her angry gaze to the thick bulge between my legs, she obviously knew how excited she made me.
The woman also pulled at every sense of decency and diplomacy I had somewhere inside. Or maybe I didn’t after all. I was close to being blind with lust, my balls so tight they weren’t blue any longer but purple.
Her game playing ended here. I’d waited too long. I’d settled for watching and stalking, fantasizing and needing all while masturbating to images of the luscious woman in my mind.
No longer.
“You know, given we’re sharing this house for the time being, I’d think you’d want to be a little nicer to me. I can and will save your life if necessary after all. You know what I’m talking about. I’ll eliminate the bad guys if required.” With utter joy in my heart.
She pointed toward the door, her signature smile returning. “Then see yourself out. You’re the only bad man I know.”
Chuckling, I cocked my head, noticing she’d closed the glass door. Ah, the girl was worried I’d climb the iron monkey bar railings to claim her. You bet I would have. But this was much more fun. I took another step closer while unfastening my belt. She noticed my actions, taking a deep breath.
“Well, then I guess I’ll need to live up to my reputation. In the meantime, let’s talk about that punishment I promised you.”
“Fuck you.” Said with sweet nectar dripping from her lips.
“Oh, I assure you that we’ll get to indulging in such carnal activities soon enough. But as the saying goes, first things first.” I continued unbuckling, waiting a beat before tugging the thick leather through the belt loops.
She folded her arms, acting as if she was merely going to order me to leave. But I could feel her excitement and the scent of her desire had already assaulted my senses. There was nothing I wanted more than to drive my cock deep inside her tight little pussy.
That would definitely occur sooner versus later. But I wouldn’t mind marking her rounded bottom with the strap. There was nothing more beautiful than a disciplined woman.
In my humble opinion.
When I jerked the belt so half was free, she seemed startled.
Seeing a dart of her eyes, I anticipated what she was going to do, sidestepping the same way she was doing.
She groaned.
I laughed.
We repeated the little dance.
Now we both laughed and she shook her head.
I tugged on the belt until it was completely free, even swinging it back and forth a couple of times. Just for good measure.
Her breathing was labored.
Mine was calm.
She licked her lips, giving me another onceover.
I kept my eyes on hers, devouring all the mental images of her body writhing under mine.
She took that moment when I was basking in the pretend throes of passion to outsmart me. Her actions were quick and precise, the door thrown open and the lovely girl was outside before I could take another breath.
With a huge grin on my face, I followed her out by taking three long strides. When I grabbed her arm, she shrieked, but only briefly before slapping her hand across her mouth.
“That’s right, my sweet Ambrosia. We don’t want the neighbors to hear, now do we? They might interrupt and our… relationship will be difficult to explain. But don’t worry. I’ll have your mouth stuffed mere moments from now so you can’t scream again.”
“We don’t have a relationship,” she hissed, trying to jerk away from me.
And I couldn’t help but notice she hadn’t complained about the idea of me shoving my cock down her lovely throat.
With the light in the room filtering onto the deck, I concentrated my gaze on her lips.
Succulent, they were still stained a delicious cherry red even after the rough kisses. Seeing the tiny smudge in the center of her lower lip, my desires drifted into a pitch-black need to suck and bite until she called my name.
She dared look at me as if I was a piece of meat.
In truth, I was even more aroused by her reaction to my full sleeve and the concentration of her eyes on the raven in the middle of my chest. While I wouldn’t say she had a heart of darkness, I’d suspected for a long time she preferred a man with both an adoration and experience with a touch of kink.
Just being able to see her this way, her voluptuous body on full display brought a possessive growl from my throat. With a perfect hourglass figure, rounded hips, and full breasts, in my mind she was utterly perfect.
One thing was certain. She was built for a man’s hands.
Mine only.
The woman knew my single weakness. I could tell by the flash in her eyes, which I’d seen several times. She could tell I’d fallen into a fog and chose that moment to slip from my fingers once again.
But the wicked girl should know by now that she couldn’t outrun or best me. In a quick flash, I not only had her down on all fours, I also had my hand wrapped around her long hair.
“What are you doing?” To my hearing, her question was more of a purr.
My cock hardened even more than before.
“Do I really need to repeat myself? Not only do you know what I’m doing, you crave a man with a firm hand.” I kept her tethered while I folded the thick strap. Call me sadistic but I couldn’t wait to hear her cries.
The lilting cries that I’d so coveted didn’t take long to enjoy. With the first crack of the belt against her backside, the first exclamation was one of shock. Why I didn’t know since I’d already spanked her before. But the sound was encouraging, pushing me into hungering for more.
I brought the strap across her sit spot four times in rapid succession. She did her best to free herself, yanking and tugging while I held fast.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
Using my knee, I pushed her legs open, taking a deep breath seeing her swollen, glistening pussy lips. One taste of heaven’s nectar wasn’t enough. Why was it that I continually smiled when I was with her? All her smiles and touches were powerful aphrodisiacs and I remained on edge.
After I smacked the tops of her thighs twice with the strap, she threw her hand back. The growl she issued was guttural and ripped with rage. I adored every sound she made. I also loved the hateful looks she threw my way when I knew otherwise.
She craved what only I could provide.
I waited a moment for her to move her hand then brought the belt down a few more times, enjoying the way she wiggled as well as her strangled breaths. The girl was a true vixen and I was at the point of being desperate to fuck her.
But the round of discipline wasn’t just for fun and games. She refused to recognize the potential danger if discovered. And I had no issue reminding her of her importance and what would happen if she continued disobeying my rules.
Four more brutal cracks of the strap and she was doing little more than panting. Her skin shimmered in the light and I couldn’t help but notice her entire demeanor had changed. Her face was flushed and although slightly, her ass was raised for more.
As if she was enjoying herself.
Or at least my domination of her.
While issuing a deep exhale, I placed the belt on the bed where she could see it, then dragged two fingers down her spine, my eyes trailing behind.
When I reached her bottom, not only did I admire the blushing pink and hints of crimson, I took another deep breath when realizing her skin was hot to the touch.
“You won’t get away with this.” Her voice was deeper, huskier than before, as if she was already drunk on sex.
Not yet, but soon.
“I guess we’ll see.”
My entire body ached with need as I picked up the belt and resumed the spanking. Sweat had already formed on the back of my neck and near my hairline from the raging desire alone. When beads trickled to my eyes, forcing me to blink them away, I realized I was losing the battle.
With every undulating motion of Emmeline’s hips and every sound whispered from her pursed lips, the need to possess the woman crowded out everything else.
With every strike of my belt, my cock hardened even more until I couldn’t take it any longer.
The raging need within me won out. I tossed the belt, throwing my head back as I kicked off my shoes.
While I undressed, she shifted on the bed, remaining on all fours while slowly tipping her head over her shoulder.
Watching.
Waiting.
Hungering.
And the look on her face could set a man’s soul on fire. Especially in seeing the two tears streaming down her rosy cheeks.
When she changed directions, crawling to the edge of the bed, my thoughts drifted into an even more insatiable desire to have her smeared ruby lips wrapped around my cock. Seeing her this way was every man’s wet dream.
And she knew it too.
As soon as I was undressed, her exaggerated actions intensified.
With her chest rising and falling, her eyes trailed down the intricate tattoo leading from the raven on my chest, vines crawling down my abdomen muscles to the deep V connecting my groin and my thigh.
She even held her breath, following the trail from just above my cock to the way the vine twisted around my leg, where it was expertly crafted to appear three dimensional until the dead tip of the vine surrendered to the earth below.
Almost instantly, her eyes lifted to the piercing on my cock.
Her luscious lips dropped open, forming a perfect O. After taking several deep breaths, she not only lifted her gaze but also her head to stare into my eyes. “You’re pierced.”
With many women, when they issued the statement, they did so with disgust. Not with this woman. Her entire body was excited about the prospect of additional stimulation, which I prayed to God would happen.