Abandoning the Rules

by Jp Grace

  “Not cute, Bree. Mandatory. Until you admit the truth, I deem it necessary to be your judge, jury and,” Adam’s tongue slid along the side of her neck and she shivered involuntarily, “executioner.”

  “Who’s in charge of your punishment? I can think of a few things you need to be punished for,” she muttered angrily, twisting her head away from his tongue.

  Adam laughed. He moved off of her and stood, walking into the living room to sit in front of the fireplace with his back to her. The removal of his hard male body covering hers brought a chill to her skin and she shivered again, this time from the cold.

  Bree sat up on the cold hard floor and rubbed her arms for warmth. It was bad enough being kept against her will, let alone being kept practically naked in the cold.

  The contents of her purse had spilled out near the door and she crept towards them carefully, watching Adam to see if he noticed. He kept his back to her so she moved faster, crawling on her knees towards her goal. She searched frantically through the scattered contents. No sign of her keys or cell phone.

  “You won’t find what you’re looking for in there. I’ve already removed any objects that would aid you in escaping. Even if you managed to find your keys and get out of the cabin, I disabled your car,” Adam didn’t sound happy just resigned as he casually delivered his latest bomb over his shoulder.

  How dare he disable her car and take her belongings! She was a woman, not some object for him to keep or discard as he chose. She snarled at his back, too angry to form coherent words.

  “You can spit nails at my back all you want, Bree, as long as they’re honest nails. I will not let you leave this cabin until you admit the truth. I know you’re angry with me right now and I guess I understand, even if you’re the one who’s been lying and screwing things up, but it doesn’t change a thing. Now come over here and sit with me by the fire,” Adam didn’t look back as he spoke, merely patted the couch encouragingly.

  Bree resisted the desire to throttle him. Instead, she ignored him and walked to the dining room to sit on one of the hard wooden chairs. The wood was cold and unforgiving against her underwear clad bottom, but she ignored her discomfort and stared unflinchingly at the bank of windows facing the lake.

  “I promise you won’t like it if I have to come over there and get you, Bree,” Adam practically sing-songed from his position on the couch, still not looking back at her.

  Bree ground her teeth together, refusing to acknowledge his implied threat.

  Adam sighed deeply. Bree’s smirk lasted until he was off the couch and stalking toward her, the muscles in his legs bulging as he made quick work of the distance. He stood over her and stared at her expectantly.

  She peered at him sideways and suppressed a smile at the scowl crossing his face. Apparently being uncooperative displeased him. Good. She didn’t have many options and she was happy she could exercise at least one of them.

  When his hand clamped down in a vise-like grip on her arm, she briefly reconsidered her uncooperative attitude, but brushed the thought away as he jerked her to her feet.

  “Don’t piss me off, Bree.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  ADAM half carried, half dragged her to the couch. The socks on her feet didn’t help, sliding over the slick wooden floors every time she tried to skid to a halt.

  Adam sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap.

  She kept her arms stiffly at her sides and refused to relax against his warm body, even though it felt like heaven after sitting on the wooden platform masquerading as a dining room chair. Her bottom snuggled tightly against his groin while her legs hung off to the side. His arm braced her back and head, supporting her in a surprisingly gentle grip. Despite her stiffness, she found she liked being held in Adam’s arms.

  “Now I want you to kiss me like you used to in the park, Bree, with your hungry mouth and your eyes closed in bliss.” Adam’s eyes traced over her mouth.

  Bree scoffed. Yeah, she was feeling hungry all right, but not for his kisses. She wanted revenge. She wanted off of Adam’s lap. She wanted a lot of things she was sure she wasn’t going to get. She was also fairly sure Adam wouldn’t be getting his wish.

  “No. Kissing my abductor goes against the kidnappee code of conduct,” Bree snapped at him.

  “I’m afraid you have no choice in the matter, Bree.” Adam’s fingers tightened on her neck until he used his grip to force her towards his mouth.

  He didn’t devour her like she expected. He didn’t overpower her and demand entrance into her mouth. No, he was much more diabolical and determined than that. He started by nibbling at the corners of her lips, lapping at them with soft little licks designed to drive her mad. He shifted closer and sucked on her lower lip, pulling it softly between his.

  She tried to move away, disturbed by the hot flicks of desire lapping at her insides, but he kept his grip firm and angled her head to the side for better access.

  He issued a trail of soft kisses over her lips, lighter than a whisper, hard enough to cause her breathing to go shallow. Her lips felt swollen and hungry. Damn him and his dark ways.

  He tongue darted out against her lips and they parted involuntarily, briefly drawing him into her mouth. Adam groaned at the wet contact and delved deeper into her mouth, his tongue demanding entrance she granted much too quickly, her resistance dissolving in the face of his seduction.

  She kissed him back. Not the way he wanted, the way she wanted. Sucking his tongue into her mouth, she burrowed closer, reveling in the feel of his naked chest against her fingertips. Tasting him without reservation for the first time, she answered his demands with demands of her own. Tracing his mouth with her tongue, she paused to nip at him softly.

  He growled and pulled her closer, his mouth claiming hers in a soul shattering kiss.

  Bree suppressed the urge to moan, he felt so good and tasted even better.

  “Why can’t you admit you’re in love with me, Bree?” Adam’s softly spoken question brought reality back into focus for Bree.

  She attempted to twist away from him. He held fast, not allowing her to move far. The most she was able to do was turn her head away.

  “Because I’m not. I already told you that.” She refused to look at him.

  “Liar, liar, pants on fire. Oh, right. No pants, no problem. Liar, liar, ass on fire.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  THERE was no time to respond. She gaped at him before he flipped her over on his lap, forcing her face down on the couch. Her cotton covered mound came into contact with the bulge in his boxer shorts and she redoubled her efforts to get up.

  Adam placed a hand on her back, firmly keeping her in place.

  “Let me up right this instant, Adam!” she yelled into the cushion. Unfortunately the sound was muffled and came out sounding less intimidating than she had intended.

  “I warned you several times I would punish you for your transgressions. I’m sorry you didn’t listen. The time for talking has passed. The more you struggle and fight me the more punishment you will receive, until you are sufficiently redeemed enough to be trustworthy.”

  She vented her frustration into the cushion. Adam used his other hand to land a smart blow to her bottom and she yelped in response. Her struggles became even more violent despite his warning and she twisted and squirmed in his lap in a pointless bid to get away.

  Adam only increased his grip on her back and landed another slap on her ass. Now she was getting pissed. No man had ever spanked her before. She was an adult for crying out loud!

  She lifted her head and pleaded with him to stop. Another sharp smack to the back of her thigh was her answer.

  “Adam, damn it, stop this right now!”

  He didn’t respond, ignoring her words and her attempts to move. The hand on her back moved lower until his fingers snagged the waistline of her panties and moved under them.

  She gasped as his warm fingers smoothed over her bare bottom. She jumped when he pulled her panties to just b
elow her cheeks, completely exposing her ass to his view.

  Another slap rained down and she gasped at the stinging sensation spreading over her backside.

  “I warned you, Bree. You insist on having it your way. Therefore, I must teach you. This seems to be the only way I can get your attention.” Slap. “I have tried to be nice to you, to bring you to our love gently, but you keep denying the truth.” Slap, slap, slap. His blows weren’t hard; more of a light sting and she could feel her skin growing warmer under his ministrations.

  She wiggled to get away to no avail. He held tight to her underwear twisting them in his grip until they tightened against her skin and forced her to stop her struggles. The fabric cut into the flesh of her thighs, but didn’t deter him.

  He continued to spank her bottom methodically. He would land a smart blow, rest for a second, and then wait until she let her pent-up breath out before administering another slap, sometimes on one cheek, sometimes the other and sometimes both.

  She knew her face was as red as her bottom as she suffered his punishment in strained silence. Eventually he released his hold on her underwear, moving them farther down her legs until they were midway down her thighs. Thankfully, she still had the t-shirt on. It provided minimal protection from his roving hands but it was all she had.

  Adam had been quiet for a little too long. She craned her head around to look at him, trying to gauge his next move. His eyes were focused on her bottom while his hands roamed her curves. She had never before lain on a man’s lap with her naked butt on display and it was disconcerting to say the least.

  He started to massage her buttocks, his fingers delving into her tense muscles and working the tender flesh until she forgot all about the earlier punishment. She began to loosen under his touch, her hips further relaxing until her pelvis rested entirely against his. His brisk movements moved her body back and forth in little circles, bringing her into constant contact with his erection. She couldn’t help her body’s reaction, knowing she was already wet and ready, but she hoped he would stop this nonsense before he noticed.

  “Are you ready to admit you’re in love with me, Bree?” Adam’s fingers didn’t stop their tender assault on her bottom when he phrased his question.

  She had to fight the fuzzy sensations floating around in her head in order to reply.

  “No,” she answered stubbornly.

  His finger dipped lower, inching between her cheeks and slowly separating her flesh with deceptively soft strokes.

  Bree tensed to move. Adam’s hands were strong and didn’t allow much leeway. She wasn’t comfortable with his fingers exploring her so intimately and tried to shift away. He stopped her with a firm squeeze on her bottom.

  “You have a lovely ass, Bree. I’ve been waiting to see it for so long. I’m sorry it has to be under these circumstances. You were the one who chose that.” He gave her a little pat on her tush before going on, “I wish you could see your ass right now; it’s rosy red with the distinct impression of my handprint on it. I like seeing your bottom covered in my handprints. I plan on leaving them all over you before this night is over.”

  She wished she could form a coherent thought, but after listening to Adam talk about her ass glowing red from his spanking, she was having trouble breathing, let alone thinking. Steven had used force to bend her to his will but never in the bedroom. Adam was forcing her to accept a spanking like a wayward schoolgirl and she was dripping wet because of it.

  Adam’s hand worked its way between her cheeks until he was at her opening.

  She went completely still as his fingers grazed and teased her slick folds.

  Her hips bore down involuntarily, grinding on the protrusion in his lap. His thickness pressed against her with an urgency she understood all too well. It was the same urgency racing through her veins.

  His fingers stilled at her entrance and so did she.

  She tensed, waiting for his next move. Afraid to move an inch for fear he would take his hand away. That’s when she realized she had to escape. If she made love with him, she would never be able to let go. He had already gotten his tender hooks into her heart, what would happen if she let him into her body and soul? It wasn’t an option in Bree’s mind. She would have to figure out how to keep her heart and body separate if she wanted to escape with her heart intact.

  Adam’s finger caressed her opening at an excruciatingly slow pace, tracing her shape and dipping ever so softly between her lips.

  Her body contracted around his finger, trying to draw him in. He wasn’t interested in what she wanted though as he caressed her at his own pace, completely ignoring her body’s attempts to pull him in.

  Bree’s head flew up when he pressed his thumb over her clit then quickly moved back to stroking her leisurely.

  The fever burned through her and she was helpless to do anything about it. Adam’s hands aroused her more powerfully than anything she had felt before. The sheer strength of those emotions alarmed and exhilarated her.

  Adam stopped his explorations and drew her to a sitting position on the couch. She looked at him with wonder and fear in her eyes, unsure of whether to trust him or not.

  He stood and looked down at her with an inscrutable expression on his face.

  “Get on your knees, Bree.”

  She obeyed instantly, too consumed with lust to question her immediate desire to do what he said.

  “No, not like that, facing the back of the couch.”

  She looked at him questioningly, but when he didn’t answer, she did as he asked, rotating on her knees until her breasts were against the back of the couch.

  There was a rustle of clothing before the couch dipped under Adam’s weight as he settled himself behind her. He used his knee to nudge her legs apart. His jutting penis, freed from his boxers, brushed against her and she pushed back, anxious to have him inside her.

  He remained immobile; not moving closer, not moving away until finally his hands came up around her waist, slipped under her t-shirt, and cupped her breasts. His fingers were warm and strong against her overheated flesh.

  Gripping her unmercifully, he pulled her back against his chest.

  She gasped as his erection settled into the cleft of her ass.

  “Are you in love with me, Bree?” Adam whispered against her shoulder, his warm breath a butterfly caress against her skin.

  God, why couldn’t he just give it up already? She was not going to admit anything to him and certainly not while being his captive.

  “No,” she answered tightly.

  He twisted her nipples in response and bit her ear. She arched as heat shot through her middle.

  “Hmm, are you lying to me again, Bree?” he asked with an edge to his voice.

  “No.” She refused to give in no matter what punishment he had in mind. She had a right to keep her feelings private.

  This time he stretched her nipples out to take on the weight of her breasts, holding them aloft in his fingers before slowly lowering them.

  She concentrated on breathing, in and out, in and out until the pain and shock had receded. Her breasts hurt. They also tingled and throbbed where he had gripped them. Her body was not her own. The screaming need pulsing inside of her was not her normal reaction. It was the reaction of a woman in the throes of sexual passion, something she thought she had experienced. But she had never felt like this before.

  Her hips moved back and forth between his erection nestled against her backside and the couch, restless and seeking. There was nothing that satisfied the raw desire flooding her system.

  “Still lying, Bree. Admit it.”

  “No,” she choked out.

  “So foolish to deny it, my little liar. Your body tells the truth,” Adam punctuated his words by stripping off her t-shirt and pressing her against the cushion, her breasts nearly riding over the top and grating against the coarse material.

  His warm chest at her back and his hips against her bottom were almost too much to bear. She longed to lean into
him and press herself against his thickness, to feel him between her lips, but he allowed her scarce room to move.

  He stroked her neck lazily, moving up to her face and using his fingertips to memorize her features.

  She closed her eyes as waves of tenderness enveloped her heart. She could fight him when he challenged her. She couldn’t fight him when he was kind; she wasn’t that strong after years of ignoring her needs and feelings.

  She swallowed as he caressed her, every touch a gentle reminder of her lies.

  Fighting the urge to blurt out the truth in her heart to him, she pressed her lips together. Her heart encouraged it. Her mind didn’t agree. He already knew the truth so there was no point in admitting it anyway, she reasoned.

  Adam threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled softly.

  Her back arched, but he didn’t release her, if anything, it seemed to encourage him.

  He pulled a little harder until her bottom was snug against his front, completely ignoring her gasp of surprise.

  “I love you, Bree. I’m in love with you and I’m going to make love to you until you admit your feelings for me. You got that, little liar?”

  “How will you know it’s the truth if you think I’m such a liar?” she managed to respond.

  “Because the truth shines in your eyes. I know there are things you kept private because you didn’t have a choice. The time for that is over. Your heart is safe with mine.”

  Bree didn’t answer as she struggled to accept what he was saying. It was true he’d always had an uncanny ability to pull things from her she hadn’t told anyone else. It didn’t necessarily mean anything. She had learned the hard way her heart was never safe in another’s hands but maybe, just maybe, Adam really did care about her. She let the thought sprout hope inside her for a blissful second before darker memories rushed in to clear it away. No, even if he believed she was a liar and a coward it was better than having her heart broken again.

  Adam kept one hand in her hair while the other slipped between the cushion and traveled down her body and over her stomach. His hand remained poised there, absently stroking her soft flesh.