by Livia Grant
She held her breath, unsure if she'd understood what he was saying to her, and even more, confused, recognizing her longing for him to do exactly as he'd threatened.
She snapped her eyes closed, afraid he might detect the excitement his words sparked inside her body. Confusing desire warred within her—on the one hand, horrified that he'd even think of raising a hand to her in her precarious mental state, and then recognizing that the skin on her ass now tingled as if calling out for the spanking he'd promised.
He was wrong. She couldn't want him to overpower her. That was what the bad guys had done to her—overpowered her—hurt her.
Despite being awake, her nightmares returned with a vengeance. Each time she closed her eyes, her body remembered her treatment in the warehouse months before. Her brain knew she was supposed to hate the memories, but she shamefully had to admit the thoughts triggered a base sexual desire inside her she'd been trying hard to ignore. The problem was that it had been taking more and more drugs to beat back the growing unnatural urges. In her current state, surrounded by Zachary's masculinity, she didn't have a chance.
The urge to have him inside her seized her as hard as it had in the forest months ago when the illegal drugs had been raging through her bloodstream. This time, she couldn't blame her shameful desire on anything but her own destroyed moral fiber. She felt like a dirty slut. Her brain shouted at her to move away from him. To take control of the situation.
Her body refused to move, leaving her an easy target for his heated gaze.
"It's okay, honey. I understand."
How could he? He didn't have a clue how messed up she was. If he did, he'd never have bothered coming to her.
For the first time since he'd grabbed her to him in the kitchen, his hands released her, moving to cup her face in his palms, holding her head stationary. The light brushing of his thumbs softly against her cheeks was in direct contrast to the penetrating glare he pinned her with.
God help her, but her bottom ached for his touch as much as her lips missed his crushing kiss. She felt so small in his lap and she loved the feeling. He was her protector. He'd saved her once. Could he do it again?
She leaned in, wanting another kiss, but Zachary had other ideas, holding her face like a vice, his eyes serious.
"Not yet. We need to set the ground rules first. I mean it, Allison. No more drinking booze. None. No more drugs unless they are prescribed by your doctor. No more self-destructive behavior. You're gonna start eating three good meals per day, getting at least eight hours of sleep per day, and you're going to gain back ten pounds."
"Wait a minute. I like that I lost weight."
"Ten pounds." He moved his hands down, pulling the belt of her fluffy robe and opening it wide to expose her body. His fingers closed around her thin waist. "I remember you having the perfect curves, Allison. Now I can feel your hipbones poking out. It's not healthy."
"But—" She opened her mouth to protest, but he captured her in another kiss, silencing her until she melted into his arms. She felt helpless to resist. He made her feel safe, right up until his hands lowered to cup her naked bottom, squeezing her cheeks as he lifted her body, angling her so she fell against him. She threw her arms around his neck, holding him hard enough to make him groan.
His mouth left hers and fell to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. His tongue and lips paid homage to her in a way that made her feel treasured. She'd dreamed of being in his arms every day since he'd rescued her, not sure it would ever happen. The swell of his hard cock grinding against her through his jeans felt better than any dream.
"Zach, please. I need you so bad."
His lips froze, suspending them for a moment. Allie's heart pounded hard, suddenly worried she'd gone too far by begging him to make love to her.
When he pulled them apart, she saw indecision in his eyes and assumed he didn't feel the same about her.
"Ah, Allie, I don't want to hurt you, honey."
"That's not possible. You've saved me."
"That's not what I mean. I… well, I don't do relationships. I don't want you to get your feelings hurt."
"What does that mean, you don't do relationships?"
He struggled to find words. "I just… well, I've had problems making commitments in the past and I'm so much older than you. I think you need to find someone closer to your own age."
Embarrassed anger flared that she'd made a fool of herself by showing her vulnerability. She overcompensated. "Hey, I'm not asking for a damn wedding ring. I thought you might want to fuck me."
Her crude exclamation angered the man holding her. "That's enough. You deserve more than just a damn fuck, Allie. You deserve someone to cherish you. Take care of you. Be there when you need them."
"What, and you're saying that can't be you? Stop trying to blame it on age. If you don't want to screw me, that's fine. I'm sure I can find someone else who'd be more than happy to…"
She didn't finish her sentence. She saw sparks practically flying out of his eyes he was so angry with her. Allie had no idea why he was so pissed. He'd said himself that he wasn't into relationships. He had no right to be upset if she wanted to fuck a football team.
She felt as if she'd left her body and was watching from above as she felt Zach open the robe wider and roughly shove the open ends back to fall off her shoulders, leaving her naked on his lap. She was only sitting for a few seconds before he lifted her as if she weighed nothing and moved her head to his left and her legs to his right, her tummy against his groin.
Panic set in as she realized his words earlier hadn't been an idle threat. He meant to punish her for her reckless behavior. Allie reached her right hand back as soon as she figured it out in an attempt to cover her bottom, but he caught it in his left hand easily, pulling her arm up uncomfortably against her back.
She flailed her legs in an attempt to be free, which only made him lift his right leg, sliding her legs between his before he brought it back down to trap her properly.
He didn't say a word as he positioned her body further to the left until her torso rested against the plush end of the couch for support. Her head and left arm flopped towards the floor. She tried to get it back under her for leverage to get away, but a sharp slap to her right butt cheek with his open palm made her freeze.
"Now that I have your full attention, let's start this over again."
"Let go of me! You can't do this to me!"
"See, that's where you're wrong, Allison. I can and I will roast this little bottom of yours until you get it through your head how precious you are. How you have people who care about you, and while yes, you had a shitty thing happen to you down in Colombia, you came out of it alive."
The warm caress of his right hand massaging her bottom was in dark contrast to his harsh lecture. It had her off-base. She wanted to scream that she was too old for a spanking. That even if she wasn't, he had no right to deliver one.
As if to prove her wrong, Zach lifted his hand and let it crash down three times in the same spot in the center of her left butt cheek. Warmth spread across her skin, seeping lower to body parts he hadn't touched yet. The next three swats to her right half ignited the fire in her as if she'd been injected with the drug lord's illegal drug again.
Her brain fought for control, but her body's reactions were primal. The harder she fought against his now continuous rain of spanks to her bottom, the more turned on she got. Memories of being restrained in the warehouse as men had watched her writhing with drug-induced passion fueled her angry resistance.
When Zach showed no signs of slowing down his steady pelting of his flat palm against her now tender bottom, anger turned to panic. This wasn't funny.
"Enough! It really hurts!"
"Yep."
"I'm going to tell my father you beat me! He's going to have you arrested."
Zach actually laughed at her and, if anything, his spanks got harder after her outburst.
"You have a strange way of trying to convince me you
're not a little girl, honey. Threatening to tell daddy on me makes you sound like you're nine years old on the playground."
His hand stopped his discipline, squeezing her tortured globe briefly before sliding down to the apex between her legs. She didn't need to see to know she was soaking wet there because his long fingers slid through her copious cream easily. She flinched as he stroked her clit, unable to stop her legs from trying to open so he could have better access.
"Now that I have your attention, I'd like to return to our negotiations."
His touch was too soft. She needed more. She wiggled as best as she could but his leg tightened, holding her immobile and forcing her to take only what he offered her.
His voice sounded far away as she fought the internal struggle of her body. His power surrounded her. Consuming her. Humbling her. How easy it would be to submit to his will. She was so tired of fighting.
Sensing she wasn't listening, his hand returned to land a dozen harder than ever cracks to her sore backside. Her defenses had started to crumble—tears blurred her vision. She had to fight the urge to break down into sobs.
His fingers were back on the petals of her sex, stroking her as gently as his hand had been harsh seconds before.
"Now, let's try this again. I need your promise, Allie."
"Promise of what?"
"That you're done with the destructive behavior. No drinking, smoking, drugs. You're gonna eat and sleep right. Take better care of yourself."
"Sure! Anything. Just make me come already!"
"Wrong answer, honey."
Instead of his hand returning to the job of lighting up her hiney, she felt his fingers migrate higher, dragging wetness from her pussy up to coat her puckered bottom hole. She bucked like a mad woman to get away from the probing finger.
"Shhh. Settle down. I'm not going to hurt you."
"You already did! My ass hurts."
"That means I'm making progress."
"No, it means you are a jerk!"
She clenched her bottom, expecting the spanking to continue. Only when it didn't happen did she recognize her disappointment. How messed up was that?
What was he waiting for? A full minute went by in silence as Allison caught her breath, enjoying the feel of his squeezing of her tender spots.
"This isn't working, Allison. I'm not the enemy here. I care about you and I do want to help you, but you're right. You are an adult. You haven't consented to my discipline and guidance."
His words filled her with dread. She did want him to stop spanking her, but more than that, she didn't want him to release her. She felt truly safe for the first time in a long time locked in his embrace. He may be whaling on her defenseless bottom, but she had no doubt that he was doing it because he really thought it would help.
It only took a few seconds to untangle herself from his iron hold on her. The coolness of the room as she stood naked in front of him gave her goose bumps. She was unsteady on her feet, but he leaned forward to grab her hips to steady her. She could feel her nipples hardening as the perspiration she'd worked up moments earlier dried in the cool air. Zach raked his gaze across her body greedily.
"I'm not going to apologize, but I am going to give you a choice to decide for yourself."
"Decide what?"
"If you're going to turn yourself over to me."
She wasn't sure she understood. Embarrassment had her blushing. "I told you, I want you. I don't know what else you want from me."
"That's just sex, honey. Anyone can have sex."
That answer surprised her. "But… what then?"
"I want you to submit to me. I want you to let me take care of you. Help you through this rough spot you're in."
"How would I do that?"
"Promise to follow my rules. Submit to punishments if you break a rule."
Her breath caught at the words 'submit' and 'punishment'. Her brain revolted but the rest of her body melted further. She'd never known a man like Zach before, and she knew she didn't want to let him walk out of her life.
"I… I'm not sure I know how."
His smile lit up his face and made her knees weak. "You don't have to, honey. I'll teach you. All you have to do is be my good girl."
She collapsed into his arms, wanting nothing more than to be his anything. He cradled her, rocking her as she let fresh tears fall down her cheeks.
Her sore backside rubbed against his rough jeans, reminding her of exactly how her hero liked to deal with naughty girls.
"I take it you're ready to listen now."
She was ready for a lot more than listening, but she held her tongue.
"I need your promise, Allison."
She found it hard to even whisper the words. "I promise."
"Promise what?"
He wasn't making it easier. "To be your good girl." That made him smile.
"And what will happen if you don't take care of yourself and break the rules?"
Oh God, she couldn't say the words. "Please, isn't my promise enough?"
"No. I need to know you are submitting to what will happen if you break the rules again."
There was that word again. Submit. She hated and loved it in equal measure. She closed her eyes, embarrassed by his dominant stare. "You'll spank me."
"Yes, and more. I have many ways to discipline you that don't even involve spanking." The lusty quality of his gaze set her heart racing faster.
His hands moved from her hips to her ass, squeezing her punished flesh. In that moment, she knew she'd submit to anything and everything this man wanted to do to her body, as long as he kept looking at her with that expression in his eyes.
He shot to his feet unexpectedly, lifting her into his arms and carrying her towards the bedroom. He took long strides, getting them to the messy king bed in seconds and depositing her in the middle of the disarray.
He kept his eyes on her, raking up and down her body as he took off his T-shirt first and then unzipped his jeans, pulling them off one leg at a time.
Allie couldn't help lowering her gaze to the bulge in his boxer briefs. His cock strained for release and was so long it peeked out of the elastic waistband of his shorts.
She didn't want to wait any longer. She'd dreamed of this moment so often. When he lowered his briefs, his erection jutted forward, heavy with unspent desire.
Allie sat up, reaching out to grasp his hardness, but he stepped back. "Not yet, honey. I'm gonna have a hard enough time not spending like a rookie the second I'm inside you."
A thrill went through her that a man like Zach wanted her so bad that he was on the verge of losing control.
All semblance of control left her the second he knelt between her legs, spreading her wide and drinking in the sight of her pussy. She felt like she should be embarrassed, but she wasn't. She thrust her hips up to meet his lips as he lowered his face to her folds, first flicking her lightly before diving in to suck her into his mouth.
Allison bucked her ass off the bed, chasing a powerful climax as she ran her fingers through his short hair, trying to get a grasp on it in an attempt to make sure he couldn't escape before he'd serviced her properly.
It was the combination of his magical mouth and the insertion of two fingers into her channel, curving to find her G-spot, that finally did her in. She came with a loud cry that mingled with Zach's satisfied growl that sent vibrations through her slit, extending her pleasure.
When he sat back on his heels between her splayed legs, he had a happy grin on his cream-covered face. The sunlight glistened off his lips and Allison burst out in giggles when he stuck his tongue out to lick his lips as if he'd just finished a gourmet meal.
"Delicious."
Yes, he was, and she hadn't even tasted him yet.
Chapter 8
Zach was hanging on by a thread. Holding Allie all night as she'd spooned in his arms, her ass thrust against his cock, had been the beginning of his torture. He'd squelched his need to claim her in favor of soothing her through the nig
htmares that had threatened to wake her several times in the night.
Hell, the memory of her naked across his knee, her naughty ass painted with his hand prints, threatened to have him ejaculating in his shorts like a damn teenager. She'd wriggled perfectly, surrendering to his dominance. He felt like a bully having punished her without her prior consent. She wasn't one of his playmate pickups from a bar, who left with him knowing full well she'd be feeling his hand warming her bottom before the night was over. He had a reputation, after all.
Allison was different. She was an innocent. He was playing with fire and if he wasn't careful, he would end up hurting her way worse than any spanking could.
She was looking up at him with her big blue eyes. So trusting. A miraculous mix of innocent and lusty. He couldn't stop himself from ravishing her now to save his own life.
He stood long enough to shuck his briefs and reach for a condom on the nightstand. After he got suited up, his eyes connected with Allison's and in that moment, something happened that had never happened before. His heart physically constricted in his chest, almost in pain. His pulse raced with much more than sexual excitement. If he wasn't so desperate to be inside her, he'd take a timeout to try to sort it out.
But he was desperate.
Zach kneeled between her legs, enjoying the view of her puffy wetness as he reached for her legs, lifting them so her knees hung over his arms. As he moved forward, he took her splayed legs with him, opening her wide beneath him.
Their eyes didn't leave each other as he leaned down, their faces only inches apart. The tip of his erection slid through the wetness he had tasted, anxious to drive into her. He waited, wanting to make the moment last as long as he could.
"Please… Zach… I want you."
Her desperate plea did him in. He didn't need another invitation. He drove his hips forward, sliding into her sheath in one thrust. Christ, she was tight. Her body hugged his shaft like she'd been made for him. A perfect fit. The look in her eyes told him she felt the same.
It took all of his self-control to keep things slow, wanting to give her time to acclimate to his girth. Not wanting to hurt her or, in her precarious state, frighten her. He needn't have worried. She was rocking beneath him in an attempt to meet his thrusts harder.