by Raven Dark
He licked my ear, an insidious flick of his tongue that made the skin burn. My pussy clenched, imagining how hard he was for me. Before I could stop it, my hips wriggled, and I tried to squeeze my thighs together, but it didn’t ease the pressure.
“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?” he rasped. “You want a nice whipping, and then you want me to fuck you until you scream.”
“Kane, please.” What was I asking for? For him to stop torturing me, making me want what I shouldn’t want?
As if my plea excited him, he groaned, and then his lips crushed mine, hard and bruising.
My whole body instantly melted into him, every ounce of my blood on fire, which only fueled my anger. How dare he make me want him now? I made a livid noise against his mouth, trying to jerk my head to the side.
Kane growled a warning. His huge hand seized the back of my head, trapping my lips under his, while his mouth pried mine apart. Then his tongue delved inside, searing everything it touched.
Only when I was dizzy with lust and drunk on need did he lift his head. A low laugh rumbled from him. “I love when you get pissed at me.”
“How bad will you hurt me this time, Kane?”
“You came after me when I told you to stay out of it. Beautiful, I’m going to hurt you as much as I have to, to teach you your place in my world. And you’ll accept it, because you know what I am.”
I would accept it too, damn it. I’d accept it, not only because I loved him, this bad man who had me in his hold. I’d accept it because I understood him, understood why he needed to hurt me. It wasn’t just that he enjoyed it. In his world, control over what was his was tantamount. His brother Oliver had nearly lost a hand because he’d forgotten, even for a second, that no woman could ever come before the Family, or business. Kane had to enforce his authority to keep us both alive. The problem was, I wanted what he would give me. More than that, I craved it like I needed air to breathe.
One of his thumbs swiped over my lips, his eyes chips of hard gold. Then his hand slid slowly around my throat again.
“Let me remind you of something, Anika. This isn’t some windswept romance that ends in a choir and you picking out fucking wallpaper. Just because my relationship with Gala is fake, doesn’t change what I am.”
“Kane, don’t.” His words made my eyes burn.
“I will never be a nice guy. You saw what I did to Hadler. You want the white picket fence. I burn those fences down. I don’t do relationships. I destroy them. I do what has to be done. Whatever has to be done.”
Oh, god, no. He was just trying to scare me. He wasn’t just some ruthless unfeeling would-be kingpin who’d take pleasure in hurting me. And yet, as I closed my eyes, tears leaked out of them and down my face, and my heart felt like it wanted to come apart. Worse, while what he was saying terrified me, the awareness that he’d done such a dangerous thing to protect me only made me want him more. Fuck, I was becoming as twisted as him.
“Now.” He bent and kissed my tears away, insidiously gentle, totally at odds with his hand still on my throat. “Make no mistake, when we get back to the hotel, you will be punished. But I will give you a choice. After I finish with you, after I whip your ass red and you suck my nice hard cock, you can let me hold you for the rest of the night, or I’ll go back to work. Babies to kill and all that.”
“Stop it, Kane.”
“Which will it be?” He kissed my eyelids, my cheeks, my chin. Ignoring my lips entirely, which made them burn for his touch. The deliberately chased warmth in his touch, combined with the grip he had on my throat and the menace in his words, sent the craziest cocktail of anger, lust, and a tiny hint of that old hatred for him storming through me. Hatred I couldn’t do anything about, because of the far stronger love for him that had tainted it. How had this happened to me?
“You know what I want,” I whispered. I wanted him, but I also needed space to regroup after, to think. To deal with what I was changing into.
“Tell me anyway.”
My chest heaved on a broken breath. “Leave me alone after.”
“Done.” Utterly cold, ice.
“I really do hate you, you know.” I wiped at my tears. I didn’t, but I needed to say that as a salve against what I did feel for him.
“Sure you do.” I hardly noticed the car had stopped until he nodded to the door. “Now get out and pull your pants down.”
4
As soon as the command was out of my mouth, her gorgeous eyes went huge. It had gutted me, talking like she meant nothing to me. As if every fucking part of me didn’t scream to make her mine for all time. Likewise, with having to cut her off from her father, and yet that served a secondary purpose. Keeping her here would protect her, but it also fed fuel to her belief I was just a Davros, evil, manipulative, without mercy. The way she’d pleaded with me, refusing to believe I was nothing more than a would-be mobster ripped my insides to shreds. But being this way was the only way to keep her safe. I would not allow her to become something she didn’t deserve to become just by being with me.
Then the look in her eyes at my command, the mix of dread and need that came whenever I was about to redden her ass, pushed all other thoughts out of my mind except those of claiming her.
Anika turned and glanced out of the window at the barely visible surroundings. Without her saying word, I could tell what was going through her head. Any number of well honed retorts.
The Lion’s Head Hotel’s underground parking lot was huge, and mostly dark. Here in the owner’s parking area, sectioned off from the spaces used by the general public, and especially at almost one in the morning, it’s not like anyone would see us. All six of the parking spaces were mine, reserved for my expensive, top of the line cars. Fucking her here was probably about as risky as taking her in the alley the other day. Still, the owner’s section was only separated by a five foot wall, and the walkway led to the administrative offices down here, so the location offered that hint of voyeurism I knew we both got off on, even if Anika claimed she didn’t.
“You gotta be kidding me.” She whipped around and glared at me. Her fiery red curls added to her slightly wild look, and I immediately imagined that hair wrapped around my fist. Her eyes flickered to the belt around my waist, my usual choice of punishment. “You’re going to whip me here?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not letting you whip me here, Davros.”
Grinding my teeth at her lack of submission, I pressed the button for the partition between the front and back seats until it went down a few inches. “David, leave us.”
“Yes, sir.” David had his door halfway open, and instead of going around to open my door like he always did, he got out, closed his, and left.
“See? David follows orders. You need to learn to be like him.”
“Well, unless there’s something you’d like to tell me, David doesn’t have to have his ass whipped every time he pisses you off.”
I wanted to be annoyed at her, but her words had a smile struggling with my lips. Forcing my mouth to a hard line, I opened her door and nodded for her to get out.
Anika heaved a shaky sigh and climbed out of the car. I slid out after her and took her hand, leading her to the hood of the car, where we’d be the most concealed, since it faced the wall.
No one could wholly enjoy feeling my belt across their ass, and Anika was no exception. I liked it hard, good swats that really drove home the consequence of violating my rules. But after a few sessions of this kind of punishment, I’d seen she didn’t totally hate it, either. The ownership, the reminder that I would do what I must to keep her in line, usually made her drip with need for me. Clearly, the setting only added to her arousal. I could hear her breathing quicken, feel the slight tremble in her hand. I might have thought she was scared, but she didn’t pull away. If she was frightened, she would have tried to stop me. No, she was completely turned on.
When we stood between the back of the car and the wall, I turned to her and brought her hand to m
y lips. Watching her try to make sense of my mix of menace and warmth. Her pupils were huge, dilated with need.
“It’s dark here.” She sounded both puzzled and relieved.
“I took the bulb out a long time ago.” I gestured to the empty socket above the wall. With more than six and a half feet to my height, the bulb was just low enough on a cement support beam for me to reach.
One of her pale brows arched at me. “Oh? Bring women here for beatings often, do you?”
Wow. Except for the tightness in her jaw, she almost managed to look like the notion she wasn’t the first one I took here didn’t bother her. I lifted her hand to my mouth again, but this time I nipped her finger, then flicked the tip with my tongue. “Such venom today.”
No women were involved here, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. I’d removed the bulb because I had meetings with shady sorts out here, men with whom my associations with were best kept hidden. The product of running a business like my father’s, as well as being linked to the mob.
“Kane, stop toying with me. Please, do this upstairs.” But her tone lacked conviction and I could hear the lust in it. She pulled her hand away, or tried to, but I took her wrist.
“What’s your safeword, Anika?”
She dropped her shoulders. “Pinky, Sir.”
“Do you wish to use it?”
“No, Sir.”
I let a smile curve my lips for the sullen way she said that. She didn’t want me to stop and that ticked her off.
“Turn around and pull your pants down.”
She bit her lip. Wrong move. I grabbed her and spun her so her back was to me, then shoved her against the wall so her chest was squashed to the cold cement. She gasped in surprise, hands to the wall, turning her face away from me. I pressed her cheek to the wall, pinned her body against it with my own. When she rasped my name, I bent so my face was in hers.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Whip you where someone might see you with your pants down and your ass turning all red.”
“If someone sees you whipping me, you’ll be in trouble.”
Did I detect a note of hope in her voice? Hope that I’d get caught? Damn her. I chuckled softly into her hair.
“Have you learned nothing being with me, angel? Men like me can do anything they want. Money seals a lot of mouths shut. So does knowing the right people.”
“You rich bastard.”
Ah, I missed this. I hadn’t heard her insult my wealth in a long while. Good. Remembering what I was, all the things she hated about me and not just my near-mobster status, would keep her at the distance we both needed. Still, I wouldn’t let her run her mouth.
“Go ahead, call me names. Earn yourself an extra lash.” Slowly, I slid my hands around to her front, running my fingers down between her legs. Building the anticipation.
Anika dug her nails into the wall and ground her ass back into me. Making me harder. I groaned.
“Fuck, you make me crazy. Tell me you want it. Tell me how badly you want me to whip you.”
As I spoke, I pushed her shirt up, and the cups of her bra down, so that her bare tits pressed to the cool cement. She hissed, at the cold, I assumed. I undid her jeans, but left them still covering her ass. I loved Anika’s perfect, round ass, and I wanted to savor baring it for my use.
“You think I like my ass feeling like it’s on fire for two days?” She tried to twist around to look at me, sounding suitably outraged.
I drove one hand into her hair and yanked her head back until she groaned, half pain, half desire. “You know you do. Yeah, it hurts like a bitch when the lash comes, but you like what I do to you after, and you love knowing what it means.”
“No, I—”
“Yes, you do.” I nipped her ear. She bit her lip. “It means I own you. Your body is mine, to use as I see fit, and that means if I want to hurt you, then you’ll hurt.”
Instead of immediately pulling her pants down, I ground into her, letting the steel spike that was my cock rub against her ass. One hand keeping her hip still, I slid the other around her chin and pulled her head back just far enough to let her feel my control of her.
“I told you I didn’t want to see these jeans on you again.” I loved how they hugged every curve like a second skin, but they were too hard to take off. Not to mention, they were faded in the knees and ass with a hole in the knee, and while that gave her a rough, tough look that was hot on her, faded clothing with holes in them weren’t something a woman with a man as wealthy as me could wear.
“I was in a hurry to get to you. I grabbed the first thing I could reach.”
“Oh, you mean before you ran into a gunfight and endangered yourself when I told you not to.”
“Please, Kane, just get it over with.”
But her voice was equal parts lust and defeat.
Normally when she tried to rush I got rough with her, just like when she mouthed off. Instead, I grinned against her neck and slowly peeled her pants and underwear from her gorgeous ass. Baring every square inch of it, while I ground myself into her.
“For fuck’s sake.” She strained against my hold, breaths heavy.
“No rushing me.”
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.” I slid my palm around her front, then let my fingers delve between her legs, slicking them with her wetness. Jesus, she was soaked for me. I thought my cock was going to explode in my pants. Her clit immediately hardened to my touch and she rubbed against my fingers without even seeming to realize what she was doing. So hot.
“Spread your legs.”
She did, giving me better access to her sweet pussy. The scent of her musk nearly made me crazy.
In the distance, a car revved and then tires peeled. We weren’t likely to be seen, but the reminder that the risk was there flooded my cock with need. I bit my tongue to keep from telling her to fuck my hand to her release. This wasn’t supposed to be a fucking party for her.
Using one palm to rub her generous ass cheeks, heating the skin there, I put my feet on the insides of hers to keep them spread, stroking her soaked sex with the other hand.
“Why are you being punished?”
“You call this punishment?” I could hear a smile. I swatted one ass cheek and she whimpered. “Ah…because I tried to help you.”
“If I have to ask you again, you’ll be sorry.” I swatted the other cheek, hard. Anika hissed between her teeth. “Why are you being punished?”
Her ribs expanded and contracted rapidly. I caressed the same cheek I’d just slapped, a slow warning.
“I broke your rules. I put myself in danger.”
“That’s right.” Another light slap, sensitizing the skin for something more intense. She arched her back. “What else did you do?”
“Fuck, Kane.”
“What else?”
“I touched your stuff, and interfered in your work.”
I palmed each of her full, plump breasts. When I tweaked her nipples, they turned as hard as bullets. A little more tweaking, and she pressed herself into my hands.
Fuck, I needed her tits in my mouth, but I wouldn’t distract myself from punishing her. I cupped her chin, pulled it up, maintaining control.
“I love that you want to protect me, but you can’t forget your place. I can take care of myself. From now on, when I tell you to stay out of things, you stay out of them.”
“Like the little woman, right?”
“Stop pushing me, Anika.” I whacked her ass and the sound resounded through the lot. She gave a shaky whimper. “If the little woman is what I want you to be, that’s what you are. The hospital was different. You were already in the situation. You had no choice. What you did tonight put us all in danger. I can’t let that slide. You will not make me look weak again, is that clear?”
“I only wanted to help you.”
“It doesn’t matter. You will not endanger what is mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Sullen, full of defeat.
> “Good.” I stepped back, letting her hear me undo my belt, then hear me pull it out of the loops of my slacks with a swish.
This time, I didn’t even have to tell her, she just bent over, hands on the wall, ass out for me. Back muscles tense with anticipation. I wrapped the belt around my wrist.
“Five swats. How many?”
“Five, Sir.” The words were a whisper in the almost darkness.
“Good girl. Count, or you get more. Then what happens?”
“I suck you off, Sir.” Humiliation and arousal tinged her voice.
“Perfect.”
I swung the belt, and it struck her ass with a crack like a firecracker. A red strap mark colored her pale skin, just visible in the dark. Anika let out a small whimper, clearly trying to keep quiet. “One.”
A car started somewhere. I swung the belt again, harder this time and in a different spot. She cried out. “Ah! Oh, my God, two…”
Yeah, the sounds would attract attention, so I’d have to be fast. Money and connections bought silence, but there was no point in taking more risk than necessary to deliver the punishment I wanted.
“Be careful, girl. There’s a security guard in the office close by. You don’t want him to see you getting your ass whipped, do you?”
She shook her head.
“Words, girl.”
“No, Sir. Please don’t let anyone see.”
A warped kind of triumph washed over me, hearing her say that. For Anika, the shame would be as good a deterrent as the pain.
“It’s up to you if anyone sees. Behave, and they won’t.”
This time, I made sure to swing especially hard. She let out a shaky whimper that offered just a hint of volume, letting me know how hard it was for her to keep quiet.
“Three…” Her nails scraped the wall and she grunted a curse.
“You won’t forget your role again, will you, angel?”
“No, Sir. Please…someone will see.”
Did a tinge of hope ring under the dread?