CHAPTER TWO
I walk upstairs to the bedroom, mind racing.
Hunter has a brother who’s being held hostage.
That’s why he’s been so stressed, so secretive. It all makes sense now.
When I enter the bedroom, Hunter is right behind me. He closes the door and sets the paddle on the bed.
“Strip,” he says.
I do as he says, removing my clothes until I’m completely naked.
“You put yourself in danger tonight,” he says. “Multiple times. First by following me. Then by stealing a bike. Then by seducing a police officer.”
I open my mouth to respond but he holds up a hand.
“I don’t want to hear excuses. I want you to understand that actions have consequences. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I say quietly.
“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”
I climb onto the bed and position myself as instructed. My heart is pounding and I can feel myself getting wet despite—or maybe because of—the situation.
Hunter runs his hand down my spine and over my ass. “You’re already marked from earlier,” he observes. “This is going to hurt.”
“I know,” I whisper.
“Good,” he says. “I want you to count each one. If you lose count, we start over. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
The first strike lands and I gasp. “One.”
He doesn’t pause between strikes like he usually does. The second comes quickly.
“Two.”
And the third.
“Three.”
By the time we reach ten, my ass is burning and tears are streaming down my face.
“Good girl,” he says, setting the paddle down. “Now stay exactly where you are.”
I hear him moving around the room, and then I feel his hands on my hips. He positions himself behind me and I feel his cock at my entrance.
“Tell me you’re sorry,” he says.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp.
“For what?” he asks, teasing me with the tip.
“For putting myself in danger. For following you. For—oh god—”
He slides inside me in one thrust and I moan.
“That’s right,” he says, gripping my hips. “This pussy is mine. Not some random cop’s. Mine.”
He starts thrusting hard and fast, and I can barely hold myself up.
“Say it,” he commands.
“I’m yours,” I gasp.
“Again.”
“I’m yours!”
He reaches around and starts rubbing my clit, and I feel an orgasm building.
“You don’t come until I say you can come,” he warns.
I whimper, trying to hold back.
He continues his relentless pace, and I’m right on the edge when he finally says, “Come for me, Lorelai.”
I shatter, my whole body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. He thrusts a few more times and then I feel him come inside me.
We stay like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard. Then he pulls out and helps me lie down on the bed.
“Don’t ever do something that reckless again,” he says quietly.
“I won’t,” I promise.
He pulls me against his chest and for the first time since I arrived, we fall asleep in the same bed.