Hammered: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (Hard n' Dirty Book 5)

by Alexis Alvarez

“But ow—”

  “And now you’re at four extra. I suggest you try harder.”

  “I….” She twists to look up at me, a defensive scowl on her face.

  “Baby. Submission means all the time, not just when you want. If this isn’t something that makes you safe word, you do it. Try it. We’re at fifteen. Start again.”

  I spank again, three fast ones in a row. “If it’s a little embarrassing, good.”

  She sucks in a breath and hesitates, then counts fast. “Sixteen-seventeen-eighteen.” I can hear it in her voice—this isn’t easy. She likes submitting when I’m holding her legs open to lick her pussy. This is a little more challenging.

  “You’ll be glad you did it later, when I reward you,” I murmur, then swat her a few more times.

  This time she counts right away, her voice more determined than irritated. Her ass is turning a lovely shade of pink, and I spank her slowly now, savoring each time my hand lands on her soft ass. Making her wait for each one. Twitch in anticipation. I can tell it’s stinging nicely because she’s shifting and murmuring on my lap each time I spank.

  When her ass is red, I rub her skin. “Good job, baby. Stand up now, but don’t rub it.”

  I slide her off my lap and hold her hands as she stands up in case she gets a head rush. “You good?”

  She nods. Her eyes are a little glazed and her nipples are hard like rocks. I bend down and take one into my mouth, suck. Tease with my tongue.

  She moans and her body clenches under my hands. “Dane,” she whispers. “You’re such a bastard.” She grabs my hair and tugs it, pulling me closer into her chest. “Keep doing that.”

  I bite her nipple hard enough to make her squeak, then pull back and reach around to slap her ass. “Who’s in charge? You, or me?” I slap again.

  “You. You are. But keep doing that,” she murmurs, letting her head fall back. Eyes shut. Her chest heaves.

  I decide to oblige her. Nothing wrong with making my woman happy. I tease her other nipple with my tongue, using my hands to play the first until she’s writhing up against me in tune with my tongue, as if fucking the air.

  “Please…” her voice is breathy.

  “Please what?”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Talia

  Dane’s mouth is driving me insane. When he spanked me, I almost told him no. Then I remembered how much I like it when he’s in charge. Especially when he does kinky things. But submitting to the counting thing was harder than I expected—out of my usual comfort zone. It made me feel silly at first. Then it felt hot. Giving up my power to him? It’s an aphrodisiac like no other.

  “Please fuck me.”

  “I will.” He takes my shoulders in his hands. “But first we need to finish your punishment.”

  “We don’t have to if we don’t want to.”

  “Ah, but we do want to.” He smiles. “At least, I do. And since I’m the one in charge…” He raises a brow. “So here’s what we’re going to do.”

  He steps back and crosses his arms over his impressive chest.

  “You are going to walk to my closet and pick out a belt. Make sure it’s a good, thick one that will provide a good whipping. If you don’t choose well, and I have to pick a new one, I’ll double the punishment.”

  It’s like my whole body comes alive, each nerve ending on alert. Jesus, I could come just from those words. I moan and shift my thighs, press them together, as a wild rush of adrenaline floods me. I’m already flying.

  “I….” I can’t get out words.

  “Once you’ve chosen the perfect belt, grab a few ties as well. I’m going to need to bind your hands and feet so you don’t try to get away.”

  I bite my lip, feet frozen to the ground. My face gets hot.

  “Is it easier when I just toss you on the bed and get everything myself?” He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me, hands on my breasts, mouth to my neck. “Aw, babe, I know. But this way, when you participate in your punishment, it makes it more meaningful.”

  I suck in my breath. Lean back into his body, inhaling his scent. Cologne. Sweat. Man.

  “Making you pick the belt? Means you really want me to punish you.” He chuckles, the vibrations tickling my skin. “You’re gonna ask for it, too. Nicely. With your legs all spread in the dirtiest pose you can think of.”

  “I—”

  “Go on.” He lets me go. Slaps my ass. “And don’t rub that ass on the way. I’m going to make it sting a hell of a lot more before you get any relief.”

  I somehow find myself walking, as if in a trance, to the closet.

  It’s well-organized, with suits hanging neatly on padded hangers. Jeans and T’s—a lot of them—are folded on shelves. A whole array of work boots sits next to fancy dress shoes.

  Belts are on their own hangers, and ties as well.

  I stare at the choices. The belts all look similar; it’s not like there’s some wimpy one in there made of string. But I know it’s not about that. It’s about making me do it. Making me choose my own implement of punishment. Having me be an equal participant.

  It’s humiliating.

  And I like it.

  I grab a plain belt with a silver buckle, and then several ties. A blue and silver one that looks expensive, but the colors are so nice together. Match his eyes. A red one. A navy.

  When I head back with my treasure, he’s standing watching me, legs spread. Arms crossed. The bulge in his unbuttoned jeans shows me how badly he wants me, as does the glimmer in his eyes. The way he watches, me, hungrily.

  “Come here. Show me.” His voice is firm.

  I walk up to him, so close that I feel his body heat. “You like?”

  I offer the belt and ties up to him, both hands extended as far as they can. Like I’m at an altar.

  “Mmm.” He smiles at me, a dangerous smile. “I do.”

  He takes the items, puts them onto the bed. “Follow me.” He turns and walks out of the room.

  I blink, confused, but do it.

  He leads me to the front room, the one overlooking the city, but we don’t go to the window. Instead, he stops in front of the floor length mirror at the side.

  “You’re going to watch me whip you,” he whispers into my neck, coming up behind me again. “And see your face as I land each stripe. Mine.”

  I shiver and look away. “Dane—”

  “Eyes on mine in the mirror. Now.” He squeezes my nipples and I suck in my breath, lock my eyes onto his.

  “See, not so hard.” He steps back enough to leave room for his hand and spanks me. Hard. Still looking into my eyes in the mirror.

  My face gets hot and I look away. “Ow.” I try to twist away, the intimacy of the moment strangely overwhelming.

  “No. Eyes here.” He reaches around to take my chin. “On me. Do it.”

  I meet his gaze again. Watch him smile. “Don’t look away this time when I spank you. I want to see your face. Have you see mine.” He draws back his hand and lands a hard spank on my other ass cheek.

  I suck in a breath but manage to maintain eye contact. It’s so intense that I feel tears come to my eyes.

  He turns me around gently and kisses me, rubbing my ass with one hand. He speaks into my lips. “Your submission is a gift. I want you to give me that gift with each strike of the belt, Talia. I want to see your submission in your eyes, even when it starts to hurt. Especially when it starts to hurt. Get close to your limits. And you’ll see my dominance in my face.”

  Just as before, his words make me swoon. And I nod. “Yes.”

  He smiles. “Wait here, eyes shut. Think about what’s going to happen. Don’t touch yourself at all.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  A kiss on the neck. Whoosh of air. And he’s gone.

  In the sudden silence, I can hear my breathing. I’m so wet now that I can feel it on my inner thighs, and my body aches for his cock. For my orgasm.

  When he comes back, I feel him behind me. Smell his scent. Absorb his
warmth. It’s like all my other senses are alive, fighting for every particle of sensation. He touches me, just the tip of his finger to my thigh and I gasp.

  “You ready for what comes next?” He speaks into my skin, and holds my shoulder with one hand, kissing my neck.

  “I am.” My legs tremble.

  “Then open your eyes.”

  As soon as I do, I see him again in the mirror, bare chest, unbuttoned jeans. Belt in his hand, the one I chose. The ties, too, a handful of leather and color. Ribbons of my submission, ready to tie me up.

  “Hold these.” He hands me the belt and ties, and I take them, wordless, watching as he fetches a chair from the kitchen and brings it back. Places it in front of me, backwards, a foot or so in front of where I stand.

  “Bend over and grab the top rung,” he tells me, running a hand over my buttocks. “Put the things on the seat.”

  He watches me intently. “Spread your legs. More.”

  When I’m positioned to his satisfaction, he picks up the blue and silver tie and comes around the chair, sits on it facing me, legs spread. It’s incredibly sexy to see him sitting like that, all casual arrogance.

  He smiles. “Wrists together.” He wraps the tie around them loosely, so I can still grip the chair with both hands, but in a way that will prevent me from reaching around, unless I really work at the binding. It’s more symbolic than secure, and my heart quickens.

  “And now this one.”

  For a minute I’m confused. I thought he’d tie my legs somehow, perhaps—but he had me spread them. And he wants me to watch, so it won’t be a blindfold.

  I suck in my breath as he leans in closer and wraps the tie around my neck. Loops it expertly, tying it in a knot, the kind he wears with his suits. Perfectly done. Then he loosens it a bit, so he can get a few fingers in between my neck and the cloth. He presses his fingers to my pulse. “Excited?”

  “Yes.” My voice is low but taut.

  “Scared?” He tugs the tie a bit, forcing me to move my head toward him. He tugs it again, and I follow his unspoken command, bending my head down as he pulls. “Talia?”

  I catch my breath. “No. A little. In a good way.”

  “Okay.” He stands up, letting the tie fall through his fingers, a waterfall of muted color, where it swings softly against my skin. I look up at him, raise my head back up.

  He picks up the belt and walks behind me, and my heart pounds so hard I almost think I’ll pass out.

  “Look at you.” His voice is full of admiration. Desire. “Naked. Hands tied. Legs spread. With my ownership all over your body.”

  He comes closer and grabs the tie, twists it around. Wraps it around his fingers and pulls. A little bit of panic and a huge amount of lust spiral through my body as he pulls harder, forcing my head back a bit. Pressure on my neck, but not so that I can’t breathe—just enough to show his dominance.

  This time when he drops the cloth, the tie trails down my spine, a soft whisper, a tickle.

  “I’m going to use the belt on you now.” He runs his hand up my inner thigh, pausing just before he reaches my pussy. “It’s going to hurt. Don’t let go of the chair, and don’t close your legs. Do you understand?”

  He meets my eyes in the mirror and it’s like a circuit is completed, sending electricity between us.

  “Yes,” I breathe, lost in his gaze.

  “Don’t ask me to stop, unless you need to safe word. I expect you won’t need it.”

  He runs his fingertips over my breast. “Don’t look away. I want you to watch this.”

  “Yes.” I blink and bite my lip.

  “If you do well, I’ll reward you.”

  “And if I don’t?”

  He smiles, a dangerous smile. “Then I’ll repeat the spanking before we do anything else.”

  “That would—”

  “Sting a lot?” He squeezes my nipple. “Probably would. So do your best to avoid it.”

  He places his palm on my belly. “I know you can take this. You want this.”

  The thing is that I do. I don’t just want it, I fucking crave it, and he knows, from the look in my eyes, to the way I’m leaning into him wherever he goes. Devouring him with my eyes. Staring at that belt.

  “You don’t need to count.” He slaps the belt into his other hand. “You just need to stand there and accept what I give you.”

  And with that, he draws back his arm and I hear a whoosh of air. At first, I just feel the impact on my buttocks. A second later, fire blooms along the stripe and I cry out.

  “Fuck, Dane.” I clench my hands on the wood of the chair. “Fuck.” I hiss out my breath. Jesus, that leather feels like, I don’t know. Like angry fiery metal.

  “Look at me.” His voice is firm.

  I raise my eyes, already tearing up, to meet his in the mirror. The expression on my face is one I’ve never seen before—so full of need and lust and confusion. It’s almost too intimate to watch this, yet I can’t look away. Don’t want to.

  “Good.” He whips me again with the belt, and I suck in my breath.

  Again. Again. Each time the belt lands, I wince and whimper, but maintain my stance. And the longer it goes on, the less awkward it feels to watch this. It feels like something I’ve been waiting for my entire life. And despite the growing burn in my ass, I don’t want him to stop.

  When he gets to eight, I can barely stand still. My ass is on fire, and the need between my thighs is just as powerful. My nipples are hard as pebbles, and he takes a break. Tosses the belt onto the floor and wraps both arms around me, pressing his body into mine. Takes my breasts into his hands and bites my neck. Teases me with his fingers and his tongue.

  I gasp, the mixture of pleasure and pain driving me insane. His rough jeans against my sore skin hurts, and it only inflames me further, making the pleasure from his mouth and hands that much brighter. I keep my legs wide but clench my thighs. Squeeze the chair harder. “Dane.” It’s a plea.

  “Yes? What do you want?”

  “You. I want you. Please.”

  He doesn’t answer, but lets go of my body with a final stroke, then he picks up the belt. “Two more. Hardest ones. Take these nicely and we’ll be done with this.”

  I nod, swallow.

  He whips me once, and again, in fast succession, and I cry out. These hurt more than the rest. I can feel his strength, and my ass screams out with the sting. But then he gathers me into his arms, scoops me up against his chest. Kisses me as we stand there, and I attack his mouth like a dying woman, a ravenous beast, feasting on his lips with mine, for all I’m worth.

  As we move into the bedroom I barely think about the sting on my ass until he sets me down on the bed, and I hiss at the feel of the fabric on my skin.

  He unwinds the tie from my hands, but leaves the one on my neck.

  “You were so good,” he whispers, bending over. “And now you’ll get a reward.”

  “Please.” I know my eyes are glazed with need.

  He finally strips, allowing his hard cock to jut out. “Next time I’ll have you suck me off, and then crawl until I’m ready to fuck again.” He mounts the bed gracefully and hovers over me, muscles standing out on his strong arms. “Make you crawl to the kitchen for water. Crawl to the couch to hang out. If you disobey, I’ll make you wait another day for your orgasm. If you do well, I’ll let you come that same evening.”

  “Dane.” I shut my eyes and arch up into him.

  “Tell me yes if you want to come right now. Tell me that you’ll crawl for me and obey me next time we fuck.”

  “Yes, I will, please, I’ll do whatever you want.” I’m desperate for his cock. For my release.

  “Promise you’ll accept the punishment if you fail. You’ll obey my rules.”

  “Yes, I will, I’ll obey you, just please.” I gasp and reach up to pull his head down to my mouth. Try to wrap my legs around his to pull his hips closer to mine.

  He laughs. “I like you like this. Needy. Fucking mine. All mine.�
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  “Yours,” I agree, burying my mouth in his lips. Slide my legs around his further. He obliges, positioning himself so his cock presses against my wet pussy. His legs and arms are so damn strong. Even without fucking, I love to touch his muscles, run my hands over them. Feel the pent up power each time he shifts. It’s intoxicating.

  “You want me inside you?” He teases me, pressing his cock to my body, then pulling away.

  In reply, I grab his buttocks and squeeze, digging my nails in hard. “Fuck me right now,” I demand.

  He looks into my eyes. Without words, he reaches down to spread me open, although I’m so wet he hardly needs the help. He presses the tip of his cock to my entrance and pushes, then shifts so both of his hands are on either side of my head. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.” I run my hands over his waist, back to his ass. Jesus, this ass. I can’t stop touching.

  “I’m gonna fuck you hard, baby. You hang on.” He kisses me once, then starts moving.

  As his movements get more aggressive, I moan in appreciation. He’s pulling out almost all the way, slamming back in deep, and it feels so good. Hard. Rough. Fantastic.

  I grab him harder so I don’t get shoved into the headboard, grip with all my strength.

  My orgasm starts to grow deep inside, in my pussy. But he’s also rubbing against my clit when he pulls out and thrusts back in, and as he continues to move, I gasp in pleasure. The feeling is stronger than I’ve ever experienced and it comes on fast, hard, glorious.

  “I’m going to come,” I gasp.

  “Did I give you permission?” he snaps, his eyes blazing.

  “Please,” I beg, pushing my hips up. We’re both sweating, panting, and I think he's ready to come too.

  “I want you to wait until I tell you yes,” he says.

  This is exactly what I love, but it’s not really up to me at this point. My body is already past the point of no return.

  “I can’t hold it back,” I whisper, hoarse, wild.

  “Then you’ll just earn another punishment.” He fucks me harder still. Grabs my hands, pins them down while he thrusts.

  I lift my legs to wrap them anew, and the orgasm explodes.

  I cry out over and over, little gasps and moans of pleasure as the sensation hits me like a bolt of electricity, suffusing my body with liquid lightning. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I gasp, and he continues fucking me just as he was, until I cry and whimper and tremble, worn out.