by Piper Stone
He was still an infuriating hunk of brawn and ruggedness, but impossible to resist. When he took a couple of steps away, still peering down at me as he slid the belt through his hands, I couldn’t stop shivering. I couldn’t seem to resist his instructions, although the little voice inside my head continued to laugh at me. I’d never allowed a single man to control me on any level in my life.
Liar. Liar.
The little voice was now sticking a knife into my brain, reminding me that I’d allowed Dante to break through certain barriers. Was the asshole good-looking? Yes, to a point. Had I been enthralled with his attention and the half dozen gifts he’d provided? Unfortunately, yes. This was entirely different.
This man was completely on the other side of the asshole who’d threatened to keep me caged for the rest of my life.
This man was… almost perfect.
I shifted to a standing position, riddled with a round of humiliation as I turned away, slowly tugging the shirt from the borrowed pair of jeans. When I pulled it over my head, very gingerly placing it over the back of the couch, my natural instinct almost took over, forcing me to issue not so kind words in his direction. I bit back another nervous laugh, trying to squelch not only my inner voice but the demons lurking inside.
I’d allowed my guard to fall once and had failed miserably. Could I actually allow that to happen again?
The answer came when I began to unfasten my jeans, a nervous tic appearing at the corner of my mouth as I fumbled to unfasten and unzip. The entire situation was nerve-racking, but I obeyed him, forced to tug the dense material over my hips. When I was finished placing them over my shirt, I could tell his breathing had changed, becoming much heavier.
“Good girl. Now, remove your bra and panties.”
I was unable to resist tossing him a hateful look over my shoulder, trying hard to control my breathing. He had no idea difficult it was to let go, to fly free of the worry and the inhibitions I’d had my entire adult life.
Yet I obeyed him once again, continuing to tremble as I slowly removed my bra. The chill in the room only added to the realization that my nipples were fully aroused. There was no denying my feelings for him, my body’s betrayal the least of my worries regarding the tough marine.
His breathing only intensified when I slipped my fingers under the thin elastic of my thong, shimmying the lace down my legs. By the time I stepped out of them, goosebumps had popped up over almost every inch of my naked skin. The entire situation was filthy and sinful, yet delicious and breathtaking.
Even the thought regarding the spanking wasn’t as horrible as when he’d first given me one. Still, I found it difficult to turn in his direction. We’d already been lovers, the passion he exuded from every pore more incredible than anything I’d experienced, yet when I turned around, I folded my arm over my breasts. With my other hand, I attempted to hide my already aching mound, even keeping my legs as close together as possible.
The look on his face was completely carnal, a predator claiming his prey. I was thrown by the twinkle in his eyes, the sheer intensity of a deep connection that we shared, the vibes of electricity sparking. I couldn’t stop shivering and as I stared at him with my usual defiance, he dragged his tongue across his lips, his grip on the belt firm. He rolled the strap in between his fingers again, giving me a stark reminder of what was about to happen.
“So freaking beautiful,” he said under his breath.
His cock remained firm, pushing hard against his jeans. In the glow of the firelight, he appeared like some Adonis, his chiseled jaw and sculpted muscles drawing me into the darkness of his hunger.
“Crawl onto the couch and lean over the back.”
His words were even more dominating than before, the tone little more than a husky vibe. I wanted to get the ugly event over with, the anticipation killing me. Once again, I followed his orders like a good little girl, my legs aching as I knelt onto the couch, forced to take several deep breaths as I leaned over the back.
“Spread those gorgeous long legs of yours for me, little brat.”
The rumble of his voice sent another wave of desire dancing from the edge of my spine all the way to my toes. I gripped the back of the sofa as he inched closer, shoving the coffee table further out of the way.
“We don’t need any hindrances,” he said far too casually. When he dragged the tips of his fingers all the way down my back, sliding a single fingertip along the crack of my ass, I couldn’t stop a yelp from escaping my mouth. The way he patted both ass cheeks made me jump, my pulse racing.
When he pulled away, I shivered and darted a look over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Wait right there. If you move, your punishment will be much worse. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I bit my lip as he walked toward the kitchen, straining to find out what he was doing. There was no way I could see. Sighing, I lowered my head, struggling with my emotions. Obedience wasn’t one of my best traits. He’d obviously already figured that out.
A full minute passed.
Then two.
After at least five, I was losing my patience, easing off the couch and taking a few steps toward the kitchen door in an effort to catch a glimpse of him. He held an object in one hand, a paring knife in the other. A whimper almost gave me away. I scrambled back to the couch, trying to control my breathing. Whatever he was doing, I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like it.
Breathe.
I did my best, gripping the back of the couch as lights flashed in front of my eyes. When I heard his footsteps a full two minutes later, I tensed and closed my eyes.
The second he dared to slide his fingers between my legs, swirling his finger around my clit several times almost forced me to kick him with a solid thud.
“Relax.” His voice was soothing, the same husky tone I was used to. “You need to learn to obey me, something you’re having a difficult time in doing. I think this will help.”
“What? What are you doing?”
A sharp smack on my bottom was meant as a reminder of my place.
“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me,” he commanded.
Trembling, I did as I was told, a wave of embarrassment rocketing through me. I was so exposed, wide open to him.
“Ginger will be the perfect reminder of your requirements.”
“Ginger?” No. No. He had to be kidding me. I couldn’t think or even breathe at this point. “I’ll be good.” The words tumbled from my mouth.
“Yes, you will. Relax and breathe as I insert the piece.”
While I’d read about figging, I’d never experienced the horrible act. I bit my cheek to keep from crying out as he pressed the root against my puckered hole, pushing slowly. There were no immediate sensations, only a slight coolness, but the damn thing felt huge.
“You’re doing very well.” Reaper twisted the ginger back and forth, my muscles forced to accept the invasion.
I did everything I could to keep my fingers in position, digging my nails into my skin. Get it over with. I almost said the words out loud. Thank God, I didn’t.
With a final push, he inserted the rest then patted my bottom.
“Good girl. You can relax now. It’ll just take a few minutes.”
“For what?”
He chuckled before walking away.
“Where are you going?” I heard the demand in my voice and cringed.
“I’m not going anywhere. As I said, relax.”
Relax? I wanted to scream at him, to beg him to remove the damn thing. Be good. Just be good. As if that was in my nature. Another few minutes passed, the quiet driving me crazy. When he approached again, caressing the small of my back, a wave of electricity surged through me just because of his touch.
“I think thirty will be an appropriate amount.”
He had the same amusing inflection in his voice as he took a step away, leaving me aching inside.
“That’s not fair. Sir,” I said, the last word little more t
han an afterthought. Something inside of me screamed I was pressing my luck.
“I can go forty if you’d prefer.”
“No! I mean, no, sir.” I cringed after saying the word of respect. I knew what the man was doing, how he was attempting to break down all my defenses. A part of me wanted to hate him, but how could I? He was right, at least to some degree.
“Then thirty it is.”
The whooshing sound seemed to echo, a faraway noise that barely caught my attention. As the strap was brought down against my backside, catching both my ass cheeks, I barely flinched. While there was some discomfort, it was nothing like what I thought it would be, although the force was enough to push me against the couch. I expected an immediate burning from the ginger, but even when I clenched my buttocks, the sensations were mild, almost pleasurable.
I kept my grip firm, take several deep breaths as he issued a second. While the sting was more intense, I half smiled given the tingling vibrations dancing throughout my body.
But when the third and fourth were given, I was tossed into a spiraling rush of pain that stole my breath. The ginger caused the kind of reaction that made me gasp.
“Oh. Oh! Get it out,” I wailed, shifting back and forth on the couch, doing everything I could not to clench, but my muscles reacted involuntarily, pushing me into a wave of anguish.
“That’s not going to happen,” he said so damn casually.
He smacked directly across my sit spot twice. At that point I almost jumped off the couch.
“God. I… Please, I’ll…” I couldn’t even put a coherent sentence together.
“You’re doing very well,” he said before caressing my skin, rubbing so gently I wasn’t certain I was even feeling anything.
But pain.
Fuck. Fuck!
I resisted screaming out the nasty words given what had occurred in the shower, but holy shit. I wasn’t certain I could stand the additional strikes. How the hell many were there going to be? I was sick to my stomach, the anxiety causing every muscle in my body to constrict.
He slid the end of the belt down my back, actually tapping it against my bottom. What the hell was he attempting to do, tease me?
I sucked in and held my breath as he smacked me at least four times in rapid succession. Now stars floated in front of my eyes. All time seemed to stop as echoes of my moans pounded into my ears. The ginger exemplified every single crack of the belt and I kicked out one leg then the other.
“Stay in position.” He pressed my legs down forcefully.
“Oh, God. Oh…” I did everything I could to keep my strangled whimpers from getting away from me, but it was no use. The pain had become too intense, like bottle rockets being shot off, and this time not in a good way.
The whooshing sound now pounded into my brain, making me jump even before the thick slice of leather found its mark. I had no doubt my poor ass was already crimson red, the heat building to a point I was about ready to break out in a sweat.
Another four, maybe six were delivered, two smacking me directly across the tops of my thighs. That’s when I lost it, screaming as loudly as my lungs would allow, the cuss words erupting from the very depths of my being.
“Fuck. Fuck! Goddamn it. You’re such a bastard. An asshole.”
When he said and did nothing for a full ten seconds, I almost spouted off the words ‘uh-oh.’ I was such an idiot.
Exhaling, he took the time to caress me all over again, starting with the small of my back before sliding his fingers down to my bruised bottom. “You’re always going to be a handful. Aren’t you?”
“I’m just a girl looking for safety.” I’d made the statement through clenched teeth, as if what I said actually mattered. My bottom was on fire, pulsing sensations from the ginger spinning out of control.
When he pressed his hand against my back, his fingers unmoving, I could tell his action meant something entirely different. “I will protect you. No matter what it takes. You might not be able to trust me on all levels, but you can in that regard. I do have some honor left inside of me.”
Some? From what I’d seen, he was truly an honorable man, one full of integrity. The thought struck me, filling my heart with warmth.
Until the spanking began in earnest.
I lost count as he smacked me several times. All I knew was that it hurt like hell, my entire body shaking from the anguish. My legs kicked out involuntarily at least a few times.
“You need to remain in position, or I’ll be forced to start again.”
“No. Oh, hell, no.”
This time he chuckled from my exclamation, wasting no time before he resumed the harsh spanking. I had no idea how it happened or exactly when, but during the next round, the scent of my aching pussy wafted into my nostrils. I was actually turned on by the hard discipline? Really? I was in total disbelief, no longer able to think clearly but there was no doubt juice had trickled onto both my thighs, the fragrance becoming stronger.
I heard a husky growl from behind me and my mouth began to water as visions of his naked body slipped into the darkened crevices of my mind. I wanted nothing more than to suck his cock, tasting his sweet cum. I longed to have him fuck me like some crazy wild animal, taking me to new heights of ecstasy.
“Five more,” he half whispered, sending another thrill into every cell.
When he gave me the remaining strikes, I remained lost in my lustful thoughts, the desire rippling out of control. By the time he was finished, I was panting, the most vivid colors of the rainbow dancing in front of my eyes.
I licked my dry lips, still clinging to the back of the couch, my legs wide open. The anticipation was delicious, my mind reeling from the possibilities of what would happen. When he walked away, the hard thudding of his boots sending another round of jitters into my system, I did everything I could to control my patience.
Or lack thereof.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said in such a deep voice. “Stay right where you are.” He tugged on the ginger, pulling it out far too slowly. When the damn root had been removed, I took a series of deep breaths, a single tear slipping past my lashes.
Yes. Yes…
“But you’ll need to be a very good girl.” He walked into the kitchen, hopefully tossing the horrible thing, returning a few seconds later and inching past me.
Good? Who the hell was he kidding?
A full minute passed and I heard nothing.
Then two.
What the hell was he doing?
I dared to dart a glance over my shoulder, biting back a cry as I gazed at his gorgeous figure standing in front of the fire, his drink firmly planted in his hand. If he was trying to torment me, he was doing a damn good job. Even from the distance, I could see the extreme sparkle in his eyes as the electricity continued to erupt within him. He was watching me so intently, taking his damn sweet time to nurse his drink.
I was ready to shout out just how hungry I was, to beg him to provide some kind of relief. But I remained silent, turning my head and trying to be that good girl he talked about. When another beseechingly slow minute passed, I almost jumped off the couch. Then I heard what sounded like the brutal man undressing, the thought creating another round of intoxicating excitement.
Then it went silent again.
One minute.
Two.
Finally, I could stand it no more.
“What are you doing?” My tone was likely far too aggressive, pushing him.
“Tsk. Tsk. I can see there are many things I need to teach you.” While his words were frank, he suddenly eased behind me, the couch shifting from the additional weight. “It might take a significant amount of time, but you will learn. One way or the other.”
For some crazy reason, his words added substantial stimulation, my nipples aching to the point of absolute pain.
He was gentle in his actions, rubbing the tips of his fingers up and down my arms. I tingled all over, gasping when he nuzzled against my neck, nibbling my bottom lip. H
owever, his whisper was even more enticing, promises of things to come.
“I’m going to enjoy taking you in every hole, filling you with my seed.”
Why were the words so electrifying?
He pressed his cock against my bruised ass, rubbing back and forth, the friction forcing a series of raspy whimpers. I knew he was teasing me relentlessly in order to teach me a lesson. It took everything I had not to scream at him.
After blowing a swath of hot air against my skin, he slid his hands in front of me, cupping and squeezing my breasts.
“Mmm…” I leaned my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. He continued to grind against me, the heat on my bottom increasing. When he pinched my hardened buds between his thumbs and forefingers, I let out a yelp. This kind of pain was exquisite, only adding fuel to the fire. He twisted and plucked them until they were ultra-sensitive. I remained in the most powerful state of bliss, undulating my hips as our combined scents wafted between us.
When he crawled one hand down my stomach, curling his fingers as he lightly stroked my pussy, I couldn’t stop the groans from erupting.
The second he dipped his fingers past my swollen folds, I gripped his arm with one hand, my legs shaking from the immediate pleasure.
“Oh, yes. Oh…”
“So wet and hot, little brat,” he whispered. “Would you like to come for me?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.” The word slipped from my mouth easily. Oh, my gosh. I was so turned on that everything around me was foggy. I no longer cared where I was or what was happening, the sheer pleasure indescribable.
“Good girl. You can be trained.”
His dark snicker only added to the vibes as he pumped his fingers inside, moving slowly at first as I bucked my hips. As he swirled his thumb around my clit in a perfect rhythm, the grip on the back of the couch as well as his arm became white-knuckled. I kept my eyes closed, my mind reeling and I couldn’t stop quivering.
His breathing became scattered, the sound pulsing into my ear as he stroked me, thrusting his fingers deep inside harder and faster.