Two sweeping staircases rose from the hall to the upper level. Ash paused on the lower stairs to peer into her face. They could barely see each other in the dark. He didn’t attack and grope her now. He moved with deliberate slowness. He moved slower the closer he got her to his secret den of iniquity.
Tension racked her body until her teeth chattered. She squeezed his fingers tighter, and he smiled down at her. Did he feel it, too?
She followed him up the stairs. She should have been wearing a gown with a low-cut bodice and a long train even to set foot in a house like this. She belonged in the servants’ quarters, dressed the way she was. Yes, she was his servant. That thought this whole scenario make sense. She was a servant on her way to the master’s chamber to service his desires.
On the upper landing, he led her to a huge bedchamber. Ash switched on the light and closed the door behind her. A massive four-poster bed stood in the middle, and a fireplace dominated the other wall. Deep brocades and costly velvet decorated every surface. Was this Ash’s bedroom? Not likely. It reminded her of Colton’s guest room. Did Ash bring her here for a night of fun and frolic? Maybe he had a comfortable hideaway somewhere like Colton’s.
He stopped in front of her. “Well?”
She shifted from one foot to the other. Now what?
He looked her over from head to foot. Now that he had her, he didn’t try to touch her. He jingled his car keys in his pocket and waited.
Marlee tingled all over. He turned her on so much, in the bar and the cab. Now he just stood there. She seethed in torment to get some satisfaction from him. Would he ever take her?
He compressed his lips. “You wanted me. Now you’ve got me. Now, what are you going to do?”
She stared at him. What did she want to do? What did she want to do with a guy like that? She wanted him to do what he wanted with her. She had to break the ice somehow. She had to get him moving, to release his pent-up power on her.
She took a step toward him. She was his servant, his conquest. If she held onto that idea, she could go through with this. She darted her hands under his shirt tails. She touched the raw muscle around his stomach. He convulsed at her touch. His face pinched, and his breath caught.
Ah, yes! She loved a good, hard man like him. She knew how to make him crumble. She trailed her fingertips up his sides under his shirt. She fingered his chest and under his arms. His breath came louder and shorter. He tensed his jaw. She had him. He fought hard to hold himself together.
She brought her hands out and started to unbutton his shirt. She collapsed against his bare chest with her lips and teeth and tongue. She devoured him with gentle kisses working her way down to his tight abs, but she didn’t go near his belt. He told her not to. She couldn’t touch it until he told her to.
She dropped to her knees before him, so her face was at his crotch. She teased his cock through his pants and listened as he panted deeply through strained groans. He rested both hands on her shoulders, but he couldn’t stay like that forever. He gripped a handful of her hair firmly and pressed her head closer to his cock.
She continued to work his rock hard bulge through his trousers until he couldn’t stand it any longer. He shoved her back and pushed her down on her heels, his piercing eyes glared down at her. He was back in control now. “You want my cock, baby?”
She grabbed his thighs. She scratched up his pant legs and back down to his knees. “I want it so bad.”
He swept back his jacket and his open shirt to set his hands on his hips. He pushed his pelvis toward her. “Unbuckle my belt.”
She swallowed hard. She got her shaky fingers to obey her and slipped the belt tongue through the buckle. She cinched it open and let the buckle fall.
“Take it off and hand it to me.”
She slid the belt through his belt loops, doubled it over the way it was supposed to be, and put it into his open hand.
“Now turn around. Get on your knees and show me your ass. You remember what you said you wanted don’t you?”
She nodded and waited for him to strike her. She held her breath. When would he let that belt fall? When would he end this torturous anticipation? She waited so long she looked back over her shoulder to see him standing there. A black cloud covered his face. He stared lustfully at her backside. His lips pouted open, and he dragged his breath through gritted teeth.
The moment she looked, he barked out, “Turn around! Don’t turn to face me until I tell you to.”
She faced front. Her heart ached from pounding against her ribs. She couldn’t wait any longer. She moaned and twirled her hips in a circle. She wanted so bad to beg him to smack her, but she didn’t dare. She couldn’t do anything until he told her to.
He stepped up close to her, and his big hand rested on her back. He traced down her ass in sweeping circles. “Christ, that ass is so fucking fine. I want to bury my face in that ass right now.”
She wished that he was already inside of her. Her lady lips quivered for any touch from him. He gave her a light slap across the ass, not enough to hurt. Then he went back to standing there, too far away to touch her.
“Pull your pants down. Let me see that sweet ass sticking up at me.”
She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. She scooted them down to her knees. His breath rasped louder than ever. But still, he did nothing.
She wanted him so badly, but he made no move toward her. She bit her lip in agony. If only he would...
WACK! Down came the belt on a glancing blow across her backside. Her ass giggled at the impact. Marlee yelped out loud. At last! WACK! It came back the other way. She closed her eyes and screamed excitedly as loud as she wanted to.
He let the belt slash back and forth. WACK! WACK! WACK! She tossed and writhed on her hands and knees. Fuck, that hurt so bad! She couldn’t get away from it. She didn’t dare try to escape.
He brought it down one more time. He gasped from the effort. The leather bit into her choice flesh. Her whole ass burst into flames from those vicious smacks. She braced herself for the next stripe, but it never came. Out of nowhere, his hand closed around her pussy from behind. His fingers rolled the swollen petals to toy with the juice out of them.
He moaned low under his breath. “Fuck, that ass is so damn juicy. You want my cock in there, baby?” He plunged two of his large fingers into her hole. “Huh? Is that what you like?”
Her wetness coated his fingers. He pumped them in and out to blow her mind. She rocked back into them. Her yelps turned to whining moans of ecstatic desire. God, she loved it! She wanted it so bad. Faster she rocked, and he matched her with his jabbing fingers. Her juices gushed into his hand.
Like lightning, he jumped clear. He yanked his hand out, and the belt whistled through the air. WACK! WACK!. “Bad girl! Bad girl! I’m gonna punish you ‘til you are begging me to fuck you.”
WACK! Adrenaline rushed through her body more than ever before.
“Come on, you bad girl!” he bellowed. “Say you’re a bad girl. Say you want my belt across your ass.”
“Oh, fuck!” she moaned. “Oh, God, I’m a bad girl.” WACK! “I’m a nasty girl.” WACK! “I need a spanking.” WACK! “Oh, Jesus Christ, fuck me hard!”
“You want me to fuck you?” WACK! “You want me to fuck you like this? Huh?” WACK! WACK! “Is that what you want?”
“Oh, God, yes!” WACK! “Oh, God, please don’t hurt me!” WACK! “I swear I’ll be good. Please!”
He moaned and panted louder. “You’ll be a good! Ha!” WACK! “That’s a laugh.” WACK! “You’ll be good when I punish you into being good!” WACK! “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” The belt fell again and again.
“You’re right. I’m not good. Not at all.Oh, God, yes!” WACK!
WACK! WACK! WACK! Marlee couldn’t talk anymore. The intensity overwhelmed her senses, and her eyes watered a little.
It stopped instantly. She heard the belt drop to the floor, and he lay beside her, wrapped his arm around h
er and pressed his forehead to hers.
He inched his lips closer to hers. “God, you’re beautiful.” He said, gazing down at her.
Chapter 6
Marlee didn’t open her eyes. No one ever thrashed her like that before. Ash left her every nerve and emotion raw and exposed.
His bare hand touched her sore ass again. He caressed the stripes cutting into her flesh. He tickled down between her legs to the wet petals around her opening. He didn’t shove his way inside again, though.
He purred under his breath. “God, you look so good. You don’t know how damn good you look from back here.”
His hands gently covered more territory. He smoothed up her sides and under her shirt. He squeezed her breasts in both hands until she moaned all over again. She whimpered for him, but he wouldn’t touch her—not where she really wanted him to.
He pinched her nipples and grasped both hips in his hands. He pushed her back and forth until she rotated her ass in front of him. If only he would take her, she would explode all over him.
One hand glided behind her, back to the soaking wet opening he just stretched wide for his use. He gently swirled his fingers inside, but he didn’t work her into orgasm. Not yet. He just toyed and titillated her until she panted and moaned in craven hunger.
All of a sudden, something hot and wet touched her engorged pussy. A strong wet probe burrowed between her butt cheeks and licked up and down her raging slit. His hands still held her hips in a firm grip.
Holy mackerel! He was doing it. He said he would, and he did it. She should know by now not to doubt his word. He ate her up and down. He tickled her back door and devoured her sore tissues between his teeth. He worked his way lower and tormented her hard clit until she backed into him with all her might.
She ground her pussy to ribbons on his face. She panted higher, on her way to the greatest climax of her life when his hand came down on her ass. His palm stung the stripes he just gave her. She jumped up, but he wouldn’t let her go. He stuck his tongue into her hole, and her juices dribbled into his mouth.
He ate faster and harder. He stuck his fingers into her pussy and nagged her deepest anatomy to distraction. She couldn’t bear it. She crushed her sweet cunt on his face and exploded into loud orgasmic cries.
In an instant, he was on his feet. He rose to his full height behind her. “Turn around. Get on your knees in front of me. Let me see you looking up at me with those big eyes of yours.”
She couldn’t stop sobbing in wretched delight. God, what a man he turned out to be! He deserved to be worshipped on her knees. She adored him. She struggled to get her head together. She crawled around on her hands and knees to take her place at his feet. She bent her head to gaze up at him with her sex-starved eyes.
He would whip his cock out and stick it down her throat in a second. She wanted nothing else but to take his steaming load all over her face. He set his hands on his hips and stuck his pelvis out at her. “Take my pants off.”
She went to work on his pants for all she was worth. She unbuttoned them and eased the zipper over his throbbing bulge. She slid them down, along with his briefs. She pushed them to the floor. He kicked off his shoes so she could take his pants all the way off.
His prick jumped up. She tried to catch it in her mouth, but he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back. “Did I tell you to suck my cock? Did I tell you to touch me?”
She gazed up at him with wide eyes. “No, sir.”
He petted her check. “That’s right, baby. You know how to mind your manners, don’t you?”
She cast a glance down at that pulsating slab of meat. “Please, sir. Let me suck your cock. Please, I want to so bad.”
He threw her back. She fell to her ankles. “I’ll tell you when to suck my cock. You keep your place until I tell you otherwise.”
She looked down at her hands. “Yes, sir.”
He stripped his shirt and jacket the rest of the way off. He tossed them onto his pile of clothes and stood before her in all his masculine power. His chest seethed with his breath. His muscles strained under the skin, and his hips angled down into a tight triangle where his cock stuck out from a bed of fine hair.
He took hold of his cock and pointed it at her face. “Is this what you want, baby? Is this the cock you want to fuck you?”
“Yes, please, sir. I want it so hard.”
He jerked his head sideways. “Get on the bed.”
She scurried over to the bed. Her knees wobbled when she put her weight on her feet, but she managed to get there without falling over. He stood next to the bed and watched until she stretched out on her back. He climbed onto the bed, turned her onto her side, and slid in behind her.
Her heart fluttered in tremulous excitement. This was it, the moment she waited for. He had her on his bed, in his house in Queens or wherever they happened to be. He had her where he wanted her. He made her submit, and now he would finish her off.
He stuck his hand under the pillow and brought out something dark. She didn’t get a good look at it until he raised her hands over her head. He lashed the black thing around her wrists and threw a few knots around the bed rail. She stared in horror at the thing tying her. It was a thick leather strap. How many girls did he tie to his bedpost with that? She was just joking when she mentioned it at the restaurant. Now here she was in living color.
Before she could argue or say anything, he cinched the strap tight. He clasped one hand around her pussy and eased her back against him. His prick poked between her butt cheeks. He was moving in on her. This is what she had been waiting for, and he wouldn’t let her get away now.
She gasped for breath. Could she really do this? His hand tightened around her cunt. Her clit jumped against his palm. Tension and anxiety mingled with her deepest desires. She bucked against his hand to light her fire all over again.
He nuzzled his cock into her ass, but he didn’t bend it to find her wet pussy. He jabbed his thick head into her darkest hole. His teeth clamped on her ear, and his voice rumbled into her soul. “You want this, don’t you? You’re my bad, bad girl, and I’m going to give you exactly what you want. Do you want this? Huh?”
She whined, “Oh, please. Oh, please, don’t hurt me. Oh, God, don’t do this to me. I can’t stand it.”
He scooped up his other hand under her arm. He gripped under her chin and craned her head back to rest on his shoulder. His voice hypnotized her. It came from somewhere in her darkest soul. “I’m not gonna hurt you, baby. I’m going to make you scream and cum all over my bad ass cock. You know you want that, don’t you?”
She couldn’t answer. He hooked his fingers into her cunt, and his palm caressed her clit. He heaved her back onto his cock, and the blood-filled umbrella popped into her black hole. She cried out loud, but he wouldn’t stop. He screwed it in another fraction of an inch.
She couldn’t protest. His hand around her pussy excited her to a raging inferno. She had to ride that hand to get herself off, and when she did, she worked herself back against his dick. Christ, that thing was so damn thick! How could she take that in her ass?
She had to. She had to. She had to cum on his hand, and her hips couldn’t stop moving. She pulsed back and forth, and he copied her movements. Every time she backed into him, he thrust forward to meet her. Her wetness lubricated his passage.
The farther in he got, the more torrential passion swept over her. She rocked and kicked against his hand while his cock devoured her insides. How did this happen? She no longer cared. She had to destroy herself on this man. She had to take everything he dished out.
He worked all the way in until his hips touched her ass, but she couldn’t rest. She heaved against his hand. Her clit ached, and his fingers triggered her insides to cum all over again. She shrieked and tossed, but the strap held her in place. His hands owned her. His body occupied her, body and soul.
She rode down hard on his fingers, and he plugged her full of himself from behind. He thundered in her ears, but she c
ouldn’t hear a thing he said. He bellowed all the nasty names in the book, but his cock told a different story. Her inner muscles stroked his length. He sank his teeth into her ear. His sweat trickled down her back. He couldn’t keep this going any better than she could.
She panted and shrieked until she was hoarse. She pushed her ass against his hips to drive that demon cock into her. She couldn’t see or think or hear anything. She knew only his body, his cock, his hands, and his white-hot load filling her beyond belief.
Chapter 7
Colton lounged on the couch in his den. He rested his head on one arm of the couch and his feet on the other while Marlee put their parents’ presents under the Christmas tree. Colton yakked about Christmases gone by, but Marlee didn’t hear.
Already Saturday the 23rd rolled around, and she still hadn’t been able to escape long enough to buy Colton a present. The situation started to look desperate when his voice startled her out of her daydream. “So what do you want to do today? We can’t sit around here all day.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Ash still wants to take us to the caroling downtown. What do you think of that?”
Marlee kept her back turned. “Naw.”
“What’s the matter? You don’t want to go anywhere with Ash anymore. What happened on your big date night? Don’t tell me he hurt your feelings like I said he would.”
“No, he didn’t hurt my feelings.”
“Did you go home with him?”
“You said you didn’t want to hear about it.”
“You’ve been moping around here ever since. You’re not your usual glowing self.”
She shot him a grin. “I am so.”
“Well, you better fess up. You’ll feel a lot better if you get it off your chest. I’m your big brother, and I demand to know what happened. It’s for your own good, young lady.”
She sat back on her heels. “Nothing happened. We had great sex. That’s all that happened.”
“So why are you so glum about it?”
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