by Asha Daniels
“Yes, sir.” When he eased her over his lap, she kept her arms out straight, her legs dangling, no longer fighting the inevitable.
“Forty.”
“With your hand, sir?”
She wanted more. She required another implement.
She desired his belt.
“For now.” He swallowed hard and caressed both ass cheeks. This was a defining moment, a change in the way she would react as well as respond to him. God. Oh, fucking God! He hoped like hell he knew what he was doing.
Smack! Pop!
“Oh!” Her single word was more of an acceptance.
Crack! Pop!
Cutter breathed out, his vision blurry as sweat slithered down from his forehead, sliding into his eyes.
Whack! Slap!
“Ouch.” Jasmine immediately bit back her cry.
Crack! Pop!
He peppered her ass with his hand, moving back and forth in a methodical fashion. He’d always been the dominating one in relationships, having learned at an early age what he preferred. This was no exception, but this amazing experience was different, perhaps cathartic for both of them.
Smack! Pop!
Her ass was reddening, and he held his breath as he rubbed her again. He could tell she was panting as she pressed her face against the cushion. Even seeing her clenched fists, he realized she was giving him her complete trust. “You’re doing very well.”
“I… Thank you, sir.” This time, her voice was calmer, more pensive.
Crack! Smack! Pop! Whack!
He continued, moving back and forth, counting silently as he smacked her hard and fast. His heart was racing to the point he had a lump in his throat and the scent of her feminine wiles was stronger, enough so his mouth watered.
Pop! Slap!
As the spanking continued, Cutter caught a different sound. She was crying. He lifted his hand, staring at his fingers. Curling them, he licked his now dry lips before starting again. “A few more.”
Crack! Pop!
She undulated, moving her pelvis back and forth.
He was forced to blink several times. She was getting off, grinding her wet pussy against his knees. His thoughts drifted once again, wanting nothing more than to shove her across the back of the couch, impale her with his aching cock. No! This wasn’t going to happen.
Smack! Pop!
“Are you going to listen to me? Follow my directions?”
“Yes, sir. I think so.”
“Good. You need to.”
Whack! Crack!
Issuing the remaining spanks, he did his best to keep from moaning as he rubbed her back, moving his fingers under her sweater. She wasn’t wearing a bra and he clamped back his heightened level of testosterone, shoving away the true man inside, the one who could easily take her. Make her his. Gathering her into his arms, he held her for a few seconds until her breathing slowed. He needed time to think before facing her. “I think you need to stand in the corner, reflect on what’s going on here.”
Sniffing, she nodded several times. “Yes, sir.”
When she slipped off his lap, moving toward the corner near the door, he gripped the edge of the couch. What in the fucking hell had he just done?
And more importantly. What was he going to do with her? Stiffening, he wiped his mouth and turned his head.
She was standing at attention, her arms by her side, her face pressed as closely against the wall as possible.
Cutter pushed his hand against his groin. Without a doubt, he could fall in love with this woman. If he did, they both might not survive the madman.
Chapter 4
“You need a hard spanking. Ask me. Tell me what you need. Tell me.”
Jasmine opened her eyes, the words filtering into her subconscious. A stream of dim lighting was just sliding into the closed blind. Rolling over, she winced and buried her head into her pillow. The spanking had been… The only word her mind could think of was delicious. But he’d stopped there. Even dinner had been quiet, tense. They had no idea what to say to each other. She tossed her head to the other side and glared at the clock. It was just after six.
She could hear nothing in the house, not even the heat whistling through the vent. The night had been a far cry from any other night she’d ever had. But why? The question had remained, digging into her brain like a sizzling hot poker. She hadn’t even wanted Johnny to spank her, even though he liked to take several swats, but the rocker’s style was all about lording over her that he was a man.
Cutter? There was no pretense. There was no odd or forced concept. He was an authoritative man who refused to take a backseat to anyone, including her. Sliding her hand under the covers, she lightly rubbed her ass. The stinging would last for a day or so, not nearly long enough in her opinion. Biting back a whimper, she rolled over, swishing back and forth against the crisp sheets. The slight burn was a delicious reminder that the spanking had at least occurred.
Kicking her legs, she wanted more. So much more. “Ugh!” The single sound was dulled by the thick wood paneling in the room. She’d remained wet and hot all throughout dinner and twice had almost spit out that she wanted him to fuck her. Wasn’t that lady like? Giggling, she slapped her hand over her mouth. Cutter was in the next room.
She glanced around the room, studying the furniture and frowned. He’d insisted that they stay in the center of the upstairs, because the master bedroom had a massive deck and a set of French doors. He claimed he wouldn’t be able to protect her well enough. Unfortunately, the bathroom would be shared. Easing out of bed, she slipped into her robe and padded into the small space, turning on the light.
The shower was nothing more than a stall, a tiny area. Even the bathroom counter wasn’t large enough to accommodate her makeup. Sighing, she moved back into the bedroom and made faces at her suitcase. She hadn’t unpacked, he’d explained in no uncertain detail that they could need to leave at a moment’s notice.
She opened the flap and realized she hadn’t prepared well enough. Her shoes would never work, her only other pair of jeans were lightweight, and she had a single additional sweater. What had she been thinking? Nothing. She hadn’t realized how serious the situation really was. Well, a hot shower was in order and she refused to take one standing straight, with the inability to move.
Just like a prisoner.
What could it hurt to take a shower down the hall? She’d be finished before he even managed to wake up. Taking careful steps, she walked to the bedroom door, opening it slowly and peering out. The balcony over the cathedral living room allowed her almost a complete view of the area down below. She moved with complete silence to the railing, darting several looks. There was no gunman, no crazed idiot hiding below with a gun in his hand.
A laugh threatened to give her away. She crept down the hallway toward the master bedroom. The shadowed light highlighted the massive space, including a stone fireplace. She bit back a squee and walked into the middle of the room. The canopy bed was fit for a queen. Adorned with several pillows, the king-sized space was just perfect for a wicked tryst, a moment shared with a special man.
She ran her hand down the length of the bed before walking to the fireplace. Even the carved mantle suggested romance, the bear skin rug adding to the incredible ambiance. Closing her eyes, she envisioned a night with Cutter, succumbing to his every desire, no matter what he asked.
“Take me. I belong to you,” she whispered.
“You’re right. I own you.”
The words were like sweet magic. She wiggled again, biting her lower lip as the sensations danced along her legs. Spankings. She could never have understood how much she craved them. The difference? Her father had been all about putting her in her place.
Cutter? About teaching her, training her to follow the rules. His rules.
Enough daydreaming. She sashayed into the bathroom, gasping when she turned on the light. The space was larger than any dressing room she’d ever been in. The soaking tub was incredible, the block gla
ss window dipping all the way to the edge. And the shower…
Purring, she opened the frosted glass door and turned on the water. The towels hung close by were soft, almost elegant and she turned in a full circle, feeling like a princess.
You deserve to die…
She fell against the counter, blinking away tears. The monster had stripped her of her self-confidence, her ability to even think clearly. No longer. No fucking way. He wasn’t going to destroy her life.
Humming, she slid out of her nightgown and robe and stepped into the shower, allowing the water to trickle down her face. Opening her mouth, she gargled a mouthful and smiled as she watched the water head to the drain. Steam was created almost instantly given the heat of the water and she planted both hands against the marble, arching her back. She wished Cutter could be inside, behind her, his hands rubbing her back, cupping her bruised ass. She longed to have him yank her against his chest, his hands roaming down her chest to her cunt, slipping his fingers deep inside her pussy. “Fuck.”
A single moan escaped her lips and she eased a single hand to her breast, cupping and squeezing. Pain was delicious. Pain was necessary. Pain was her greatest desire. With any ecstasy, there should be anguish. She pushed her back against the wall and spread her legs. If she wasn’t allowed to touch the most gorgeous man on the earth, she was going to have to give herself pleasure. Just a little. Just a taste.
Keeping her eyes closed, she rubbed the flat of her hand around her stomach in slow and lazy circles. With her other hand, she pinched and twisted her nipple until the intensity made her eyes water. “Oh!”
Jasmine opened her legs even further before dipping her fingers down to her clit. Moving in a scattered fashion, she rolled the tip of her index finger around then back and forth until the tender tissue was ultra-sensitive. She was sweating, perspiration trickling down her face, her neck. A single laugh turned into a moan and she was so hot and ready. She bent her knees and slid her fingers down further, to the entrance to her cunt. The moment she shoved several fingers inside, she was unable to stop the loud whimper.
“Oh. Shit!” Flexing her fingers open, she began to pump in and out, moving slowly at first. She wiggled her thumb around her clit as she continued, plunging a third then fourth finger inside. She hadn’t come in so long, so damn long. Her nipples were aching, longing to be sucked, licked, abused. She craved Cutter, his mouth and tongue, his fingers and teeth. Every part of her body shaking, as her body began to slide down, she slapped the wall, trying to regain traction.
Dropping her head to the side, she gulped air and noticed the bath brush. The handle long and wooden, she bit her lower lip before struggling to grab it from the holder. She purred as she held the bristles in front of her face then brushed the tips of her fingers down the smooth wood, tingling.
She closed her eyes and arched her back, her imagination soaring, visions of Cutter filling her mind. Unable to resist, she slipped the brush between her legs, sliding the wood up and down, rubbing the edge against her already swollen pussy lips. This was as close to heaven as she’d been in months.
“Oh… Yes!” The yelp escaped her mouth, filtering into the dense and humid air. She bit back another moan, trying to remain quiet, but as she rubbed harder and faster, her body began to shake involuntarily. The climax was close, so close. If only Cutter could be standing in front of her, commanding her, finger fucking her.
“Cutter…” The whispered word was followed by a guttural sound and she was slipping, sliding. She stomped her foot as she pumped the implement, longing for her passionate pink vibrator, so hard. So thick. “Yes!”
Whoosh!
The shower door was tossed open.
“No!” Terror racing through her, Jasmine fell against the corner, holding out both hands.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The tone of Cutter’s voice was harsh, tremoring with fury.
The bright light from over the bathroom sink rushed into the shadowed stall, forcing her to blink several times. His face blurry, she froze, her heart racing. “I just… I wanted a shower and I—”
“Bullshit!” he interrupted. “What am I going to do with you?”
She tried to control her breathing as a realization slammed into the back of her mind. She’d been careless. Stupid. Impetuous.
She couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing only a set of draw string pants, loosely tied and setting on his carved hipbones. Shirtless, his chiseled chest and broad shoulders were toned, muscular in a way that could only mean hours spent at the gym. His disheveled hair and light stubble created a sexy aura. She found it difficult to take her eyes off his six pack abs and the slight ‘V’ partially hidden by the thin material of his sweats. Blinking, she looked away, trying to regain her composure, perhaps her very sanity. “I don’t know,” she finally mumbled.
After issuing a heavy exhale, he tilted back his head, his mouth pursed.
“Just a shower.”
“Christ! I was very clear. Very direct. What part about using the other bathroom didn’t you understand?” Holding out his hand, he narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer until his hot breath skipped along her heated skin.
Cognizant that she was naked, she covered her breasts, shaking as the adrenaline slithered into every cell and muscle, creating cramps. His expression was cold, unforgiving. Almost dropping the brush, she fumbled to hand it over, purposely forcing their fingers to touch. She swallowed as the connection sizzled, forcing her nipples to stand at attention. She wanted his look to be one of desire, not scorn. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would hurt.”
“You didn’t think. That’s right, you didn’t. You wouldn’t even imagine my thoughts, my fears when I went into your room. You have no consideration for anyone but yourself. None. I’m disgusted with your behavior.” He didn’t yank the implement away, merely wrapped his hand around the cool wood.
“Don’t say that. I’ll try. I was careful.”
“You’re right. You’ll try until you get it right. Get out of the shower.” Cutter tossed her a towel and turned his head, a flush of heat creeping up from his neck.
“Wait.” Daring to touch his shoulder, she was shocked when he hesitated, his body tense. “Cutter. I…”
His chest heaved several times, his expression pensive, full of intense anxiety. He clenched and unclenched his fist.
Jasmine rubbed her thumb back and forth, keeping her grip firm. Inviting. She tossed the towel onto the floor, longing for his touch, his kiss. This was crazy. He was her protector. He was… But she was unable to tamp back her longing. “Please.”
Turning sharply, he shoved her against the tile wall, planting both hands on the sides of her head. Crushing her mouth, he forced his tongue past her lips, grunting as he arched his back, pressing his groin against her stomach.
Shock rushed into heated desire, erupting into every cell, creating a wave of unbridled energy. She clung to him as the kiss became savage, almost brutal, his actions demanding. She slid one hand around his neck, intertwining her fingers in his hair. With the other, she palmed his chest, tingling from the way his muscles felt against her skin.
Cutter broke the kiss, dropping his partially open mouth to her jaw then her neck.
“Oh!” Tilting her head, she closed her eyes as he bit down, her entire body reacting to his. She crawled her hand down until she was able to cup his groin. He was hard, his cock throbbing. And she wanted nothing more than to fall to her knees, wrap her hand around his shaft and taste his sweet cum.
He mouthed her neck for several seconds before dragging his teeth across her shoulder to her chest, inch by inch getting closer to her breast.
She was ignited by his actions, his commanding manner requiring utter obedience. This was perfect. When she felt him stiffen, she issued her own series of moans. “Cutter.”
Exhaling, he jerked back, his eyes darting back and forth across hers. He was searching for answers.
But only from himself.
Taking a step away, he shifted until he was no longer facing her. “As I said, you will learn to follow my directions.” He bent and snagged the towel, handing it to her without issuing another look.
“Cutter.” She knew he’d shut down their passion.
He darted a single, sharp look in her direction. “You deserve punishment.”
Her hands refused to stop shaking as she wrapped the towel around her upper chest. Taking careful steps, she eased out. When she was standing just inches away, she swallowed and waited for his instructions. And she knew there would be serious consequences.
Cutter’s breathing remained strangled, breathless as he tapped the bath brush against his hand. “We’re going to deal with this right now. We will not speak of this again and you and I are going to sit down and talk so you can clearly, and without question, understand my expectations.”
“Okay.” The word was so difficult to say.
He rolled his eyes, his expression turning to exasperation. “Lean over the counter.”
Her eyes opening wide, she had a perfect blasphemous retort on her tongue, but she’d entered into his dominant realm by asking for a spanking. And she was going to get another one. Huffing, she did as she was told, bending at the waist until her face was a mere two inches from the glass.
“I’m not your father or your lover, but I am in control of this situation. I’ve told you several times that I need to know where you are at all times, yet you refuse to obey me. You must learn responsibility as well as garner the ability to listen. For once!” He seemed to hesitate and backed away. “No one is coming to our rescue. No one will be here fast enough if our location is compromised. There isn’t a police station within miles. This cabin was selected for a reason. Honor the choice. Honor the reason. Honor me if you can’t honor yourself.”
The statement was powerful, stinging words that filtered into her mind, wrapping around her consternation. He would never be her lover. Jasmine studied his prone form, the way his mouth was twisted, moving and she could almost hear his whispered mumbles. There was nothing else to say that would matter. As her eyes roamed up and down the length of his body, her mouth became dry, parched to the point a tickle hovered in her throat.