by Angel Payne
Down the slide and straight into her sex was that one’s pleasure, fingering her clit with its hot assumption as if the words were Z’s own fingers. As every pore in her body opened and shivered, she gasped.
You’ll think about how incredible this spanking is going to feel…
That one gave her no choice about doing anything else, turning the slide into a waterpark as the deepest channel in her body rushed with a new river of arousal. She grimaced with the effort of holding back a needy mewl, forgetting about her effort of deciphering what Z was up to, only wishing he’d finish fast and get the hell back up here. When another full minute went by and he still seemed content to whomp around downstairs, she started twisting her hips a little, answering her pussy’s need for more stimulation.
“Ohhh, bird.” Though his baritone hit the air with no more volume than a mutter, it seized every muscle in her body. “That’s not exactly how I left you.”
“But it’s what you turned me into.” The desperate need between her thighs punched the override button on his rule about her words. “You ordered me to stand here thinking about your touch and your hands, and—”
“And this is how you get when you think about those things?” Though his voice was mild, his fingers weren’t. He pushed two of them inside her channel from behind. No warning preceded the move. No hesitation hindered it.
“Ahhh!” she cried. He shocked her. Invaded her. Consumed her. Though he touched her nowhere else, her entire body reacted to his harsh penetration, his total power. Her legs trembled. Her stomach coiled. Her senses reeled.
“That’s not an answer.” Mild jumped off the deck of his tone now. His puma was back and consuming that space, snarling every word with predatory focus. “Answer me, Rayna. Is this what your body does when you think about my hands on it?”
“Ohhh.” The exclamation slipped from her as he twisted his fingers, possessing her tunnel with ferocious strokes. She willed herself to nod, and then rasp, “Yes…yes, Sir. This is what my body does when I think of you touching me.”
“Your skin always pebbles so beautifully like this? Your tits tighten and get this hard?”
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
“And your gorgeous thighs…they always flex like this, so they make your ass clench, too?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And your cunt drips like this, turning into the sweet cream that’s calling to my cock even now, honey?”
“Yes!” It erupted on a sob, high and needy as her body gripped his rough fingers, drawing him deeper inside. Higher. Harder. Yes…
“Hmmm.” He damn near drawled it, making her want to shriek. How could he stand there sounding like the walking poster for Keep Calm and Dom On, when she’d never been so turned on from a man’s fingers? Only two of them, at that? “You know what that means, then?” he asked, joining his other hand to the cause by pressing it into the small of her back.
She wanted to fling back a quip so sexy and smart it made him laugh a little, easing the air between them to something less terrifying than an electric transformer about to overload. But where would that leave them? She’d be hiding behind sarcasm instead of showing Zeke her truth. Using humor instead of letting him see this naked, unsure sparrow that didn’t have a damn clue about what to do for him now, about what to say. But if she saved her pride, she’d dismantle their honesty. She’d be yanking out the keystone of their bridge.
She drew in a wobbly breath. As she let it out, she answered him with all the trust her heart could muster. “N-No, Sir. I have no idea what that means.”
His reply came after a weighted pause. Zeke slipped his fingers from her pussy before he issued it in a growl that clenched at every cell of her sex and curled into every fiber of her spirit. “It means you’re a very naughty girl.”
Whack.
Thank God she’d just taken the effort to breathe, because she couldn’t now. Her throat clutched from the emphasis he gave in the form of his hand on her left ass cheek—or what remained of it. This blow made his previous slap feel like a summer breeze.
Within seconds, he delivered an equally blistering blow to her right side. Again to her left. Down once more on her right.
At last, her stunned lungs found air again. “Oww!” It wasn’t fast enough to prevent his third round of scorching smacks. “Zeke! S-Sir! Shit!”
As she squirmed, he increased the pressure on her lower back. The reasoning behind his hold made sense now, in a not-so-assuring but oh-so-arousing kind of way. But how was that possible? How could she let a man hold her down again, ever? And even worse, how could she feel so damn good about it?
Because they were Zeke’s hands. Because her mind knew, her soul knew, he was here to take care of her. And in the dominion of his hands and the command in his next words, she felt how she took care of him, too.
“Naughty girls get spanked, subbie. Especially when their ass looks this good and their pussy drips this wet—and they make their Dom go half insane just from walking into the room and looking at them.”
So much for flippancy. So much for forming any significant words beyond the tiny “Oh!” she squeaked before he gave both of her buttocks another taste of the Zeke Hayes spanking special, this time with a dose of the extra-fiery sauce. Ohhh crap, did the man know how to turn that meat in his biceps into whips that scalded every inch of her backside. It wasn’t long before the flames caught on the kindling of her nerves and licked up her body, making her quake and shudder with each stinging kiss from his palm. It was so corrupt. It was so carnal.
It felt so damn good.
“Holy fuck.” His growl was a hot and brutal crack in the air, stroking her senses like a blissful blow in its own right. “You look more beautiful than I could have imagined, bird.” He raked his hand up her spine, his touch becoming a gauging caress. “You feel okay, too?”
That hand met her scalp as she gave him a half-delirious nod. He plunged his fingers to the back of her head, digging them in to push it down between her shoulders. “Outstanding,” he murmured. “Yes. Lower this completely. Fucking beautiful. I love seeing you bent for me…surrendering for me.” With his other hand, he smoothed the skin that burned the most from his treatment, pressing the heat deeper into her bottom, her thighs, and the most tender parts of the valley between her legs.
“You’re perfect, Rayna. So goddamn perfect.” His touch turned into a rough buff. Soon he curled his fingers, digging his fingernails into her sensitive skin. She hissed from the hot, sweet torment. “Such a beautiful shade of pink,” he growled. “But now I want to make it red.”
“Mmmm!” She hoped her long, desperate moan conveyed how damn much she agreed with that.
“You’re amazing, honey. So strong. Such a miracle. You can take more, and I’m going to give it to you.”
He gave her two seconds to process that before starting the blazing blows again. He meted them harder than before, making the air pop like a battlefield with each loud crack. Her body, mind, and spirit exploded in a matching maelstrom. Lucid thought was a lost cause. The blackness behind her eyelids exploded in orange, red, and white. The colors sharpened as heavy tears seeped from their corners.
He kept up the fiery pace. The tears seeped onto her lashes. He rubbed in the heat with flowing, forceful fingers before starting again, ramping his impact higher. The tears spilled over and rolled down her cheeks. It was brutal, wonderful insanity.
Holy shit. What’s happening to me?
Trying to understand was as useless as controlling it. She wanted to blame the wild surge on the physical agony he was dealing, but every drop confirmed the truth: the inferno he opened on her skin was just the beginning of everything else he flared in her. The bewilderment. The amazement. All the feelings that rose from her soul in visceral, incredible ways, the memories she’d been stuffing into dreams and dimming behind medications, now rushed her soul like the wind that whipped outside…and burst as unhindered emotion.
For the first time, the doors of her senses w
ere blasted open so wide, the past disappeared. The future was nothing but mist. Nothing existed but this moment and all it demanded from her. The pain. The clarity. The excruciating agony, the blinding clarity.
Like a baby taking its first breath, she gasped.
She was new. Restored. Reborn.
The revelation burst through her chest and heaved through her lungs. It exploded from her on a sound between a choke and a shriek. Lovely. She sounded like a dying seagull but was helpless to care. The tears came in shuddering waves, drenching her, cleansing her. She rode every redemptive wave, loving every lash that set her faster on the journey…
But needing more.
Craving something beyond his hands. Longing for—
Exactly what he gave her.
The bite of his fingers at her scalp. The knife of his teeth into her neck. The twist of her head in his hold. Then the slice of his mouth on hers, bruising and consuming, ramming her lips apart so he could stab his tongue into every recess she could take him. The salt of her tears soaked the seam between their lips, enhancing every delicious drop of his rugged male taste, causing her to open wider for him, to moan deeper for him.
When he dragged away, his lips only backed off by an inch. He jerked at the back of her head, raising her higher. His gaze was dark and intense as summer sun while taking in every inch of her face, including the wet trails down her cheeks. He bracketed her with his other hand, pressing his fingers into her jaw and temple, giving her no choice about letting him see exactly how he’d excavated her mind, her soul, her heart.
“Little bird.” The words were an intoxicating mix of reverence and violence. “Fuck. You’re already halfway over, aren’t you?”
She was conscious of blinking at him. Sort of. She didn’t know what mesmerized her more—the power in his touch or the rough magic in his voice. “Over…where?” she whispered.
He poured the bronze heat of his stare over her again. The force of his scrutiny zapped lightning down the middle of her body, bursting into a million shards of heat in the middle of her clit. She shook from the impact, erupting with a whimper of restless need.
Zeke answered with a hard, heavy breath. “Change in the mission plan, honey. I’m not going to make it to the bed, and something tells me you won’t, either.” As he took her mouth again, he spun her around and wrenched her close, forcing the juncture of her hips against the pulsing ridge between his own.
“Fuck.” He rasped it into the inches between their lips as they pulled apart. “You even taste different now.” He suckled again at her bottom lip. “Your surrender has turned your mouth to pure honey. So sweet…” He licked it from corner to corner. “So goddamn delicious.”
As he swooped his tongue inside once more, he dropped to his knees in front of the couch, making her sit on it in front of him. His words made her aware of how he tasted, a combination of wind, spice, and lust that captured her senses so completely, she didn’t realize he’d slipped a length of soft rope behind her back. Cognizance came when he looped the ends around her wrists, deftly cinching them back to lock against her hip bones. Her new position thrust her torso directly at him—which, judging from the carnal caramel streaks appearing in his eyes, wasn’t a damn bit by accident.
He added confirmation to that by dipping his mouth to one of her hard, jutting peaks. She watched him from beneath heavy lids as he used the flat of his tongue in a sensual figure eight around the tingling nipple. When it was hard as a piece of strawberry candy, he bit into the engorged tip.
“Ohhh!” Her head fell back, rolling her eyeballs the same direction. The stab radiated through her breast and tripled her heartbeat.
“You feel different, too, subbie.” He murmured it while skimming his mouth to her other breast. “You’re hard for me in all the right places. Like here”—he tugged on her nipple with relentless pressure—“and here…”
While she struggled to process the sensations from his mouth and refocus her vision, he slipped a hand down once more. With the ease of a sniper’s heat laser, he found the most sensitive places in the valley of her sex, rolling his thumb against them with tantalizing assurance.
“Shit!” She lurched forward, needing to clutch him, claw him, make him feel every tremble he induced and shudder he inspired. When her arms caught against her bonds, she groaned in frustration.
Zeke went on like she’d barely sneezed. “You smell so fucking amazing, too. Submission’s turned your pussy into a little garden of lust, hasn’t it?” He trailed his fingers deeper, tracing them along her trembling labia. “Open your legs, bird. Open them wide for me, and let me smell how much you want me.”
She moaned again. “Untie me first,” she blurted. “Please…Sir. I need to hold you. To show you—”
“I know what you need to show me.” He lifted his gaze, full of such burnished, beautiful depths, and locked it into hers. “But we’re playing by my terms right now, not yours.” He trailed tender kisses atop her thighs, along the fringes of her pubic hair. “Open up, honey. Spread wide for me.”
She used his face as her anchor. Borrowing the strength that defined every inch of his bold features, she compelled her knees to move outward. The motion caused her bruised ass to brush the couch’s smooth leather, radiating heat through every layer of her sex until it ignited even the deepest caverns of her womb. She took a huge breath as Zeke did. As he exhaled, his eyes slowly closed. His thumb pressed harder against her clit.
“That’s the best perfume you could ever wear for me.” He snaked his finger up to her lips and stroked his thumb along the ridge of her upper lip. “Smell that, subbie. Breathe in how beautiful your cunt is to me.” He followed the tangy line he’d painted with the tip of his tongue. “You’re so hot. So wet. Like a peach cream tart, thick with need for me.”
“Yes.” The end of the word was lost to a sigh as she stretched out her tongue to meet his. Her taste buds were filled with his rich, virile taste, mingled with the fruit of her most intimate essence. The flavors instantly made her ache to taste him in other ways, and she squirmed against her bonds again in an effort to break free so she could touch him, hold him, suck him.
That wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.
With an impatient snarl, Z grabbed her thighs, which had gone to aroused paralysis beneath his assault. With one vicious shove, he splayed her all the way open for him. In another sweep, he roped both hands around her buttocks and pulled. Her breasts slammed against the wall of his chest. Her crotch hit the enormous bulge in his. A gasp fell from her. A groan fell from Z. He cut both of them short by spearing his tongue inside her mouth, claiming her with primeval fury.
By the time he tore free from her mouth, he’d already grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked hard. Rayna’s shriek erupted into the thick air of the room.
“Again.” He growled it before taking the column of her neck in a feral bite, making her cry out again. “Scream for me again, little bird. Higher. Louder.” He wrenched his mouth to the other side of her neck and dug his teeth in harder.
“Shhiiit!” Rayna yelled. “Oh, Zeke! Please!”
“What?” he snapped.
“Sir!” she revised. “Please. This is— I need to—”
“What?” His mouth was back at her throat, demanding it against her sweat-slick skin. “Tell me what you need, subbie.”
“I—I— Set me free. Please. I need to touch you. To feel you.”
His hair scraped her neck as he shook his head. “Uh-uh. Not your job. Not right now.”
“But—”
“Let it go, Rayna.” His guttural command came with another harsh yank in her hair. Her face was now a vertical plane over which he loomed, cutting at her brows, her nose, and her cheeks with jabs of his teeth until he came to her lips again. “You are mine to touch right now,” he said against her mouth. “Your beauty is mine to worship. Your mind is mine to inhabit. Your body is mine to use.” He took her in a biting kiss before commanding, “Now tell me you understand.”
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She drew in a stuttering breath. It was a perfect emulation of the tatters of her control. “I—I understand.”
Shadows moved across his face as the storm turned into a squall. Wind whipped at the windows. His gaze, darkening to russet, swept over her entire form. His lips parted to reveal his clenched teeth.
“Now beg me to take you.”
As thunder shook the world, desire burned up her veins. “Yes,” she whispered. “Take me, Sir.”
He slipped his hands from her head to the band of his shorts. “Beg me to fuck you.”
She swallowed. “Fuck me. Please.”
With a feral grunt, he pulled his cock free. It burned at her pussy in seconds, the hot, moist tip sliding into her tissues, seeking her welcoming entrance.
“Damn,” he gritted. He leaned back for a second to scoop a foil packet off the floor. Inside five seconds, he’d torn it open with his teeth. In another five, he slammed the condom over his full, thick shaft. Rayna couldn’t help staring at his hard glory. She dug an anticipating bite into her lip.
Zeke grunted. “You keep looking at me like that, bird, and I’m going to explode right here.”
She took a chance on a sultry grin. “I’m a naughty girl, remember? Isn’t this part of the job description?”
His dark brows ticked. “Making your Sir come in his condom instead of your sweet body?” He clawed all ten fingernails into the welts he’d left on her ass. “Oh, you do want a punishment, don’t you?”
She gasped as he used his grip to grind her clit up and down his hot, huge erection. She lost the ability to think, much less maintain the smirk. Her body clenched, teetering on a wire between sanity and sensation. His words now made sense. You’re already halfway over. She understood now, because she’d tumbled more than halfway. The beautiful, black abyss in her senses was now a pull she couldn’t fight. And didn’t want to.
“I only want what you do.”
His nostrils flared. His stare turned to impenetrable shadow. He pulled back his hips. When he rolled them back on a single lunge, he filled her depths with his cock.