Unyielding (Tortured Love Book 1)

by Ravenna Tate

  “Jesus … that feels so fucking good! Lynda, I’m going to come.”

  She was grateful he’d warned her, because as he did, his thrusting grew quick and jerky and he pushed the entire length of his cock into her mouth. She swallowed, but most of his cum dribbled onto her chin. When he finished, he gave her a look that took her breath away. It was a combination of awe and need that she’d never seen in anyone’s eyes.

  “Are you all right?” His voice was smoky and warm, and it melted her insides.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “That was fucking fantastic. Thank you.”

  She’d never been thanked for a blowjob, or for any sexual act. Lynda could only stare at him. The memories of this terrible day were already fading. There was only Merrick, and those intense, sexy dark eyes.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up. And then I’m going to paddle your fucking gorgeous ass before I fuck you again.”

  Lynda released a shaky exhale as erotic images danced through her head. Her pussy contracted in tiny spasms. She was so damn ready to come right now it was ridiculous. He led her into his bathroom where he washed her face with a warm cloth, then kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. By the time he released the kiss, she was out of her mind with desire, and his cock was almost hard again.

  He took her hand and led her into the bedroom. He told her to sit on the edge of the bed, and she watched him take a thick leather paddle out of the armoire. The bottle of lube and the box of condoms they’d used days ago were still on his nightstand, which surprised her. He told her it had been difficult to stay away from her. Had he meant it? Why else would he have said so?

  When he turned to face her, his gaze roamed over her body. “Why do you still have on pants?”

  She giggled at the look on his face. “I was distracted and forgot to take them off.”

  He smacked the paddle against his palm, and she jumped at the sound of it. “Get them off. Now.”

  She pulled off her Capris and panties, then tossed them onto the floor. He eyed her slowly, while goosebumps broke out on her arms. His cock was rock hard again, and once more his strength and stamina amazed her. When he finally advanced toward her, her gaze drifted to the paddle. The damn thing had holes in it, for God’s sake. It would hurt like a bear, but Lynda couldn’t wait to feel it on her ass.

  “I think I might have to paddle your pussy, too, for making me wait to see it just now.”

  She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. All she could do was watch him, waiting, wanting this more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.

  “Lie down on your back and lift your legs.”

  She did as he asked, her entire body quivering in anticipation.

  “Grasp your calves.”

  Lynda wrapped her hands around her calves, her muscles tense now.

  “Don’t move.”

  “Okay,” she whispered, watching him. He sat down next to her and brushed the edge of the paddle up and down her legs, then over her soaking wet pussy. Lynda gasped when he pushed two fingers into her wetness.

  “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

  His voice teased her, sending her arousal to crazy heights. “Yes, I am.”

  “You’re ready for me to fuck this hot pussy again.” He moved his fingers in and out, slowly, seductively, until Lynda moaned. Her orgasm poised right there on the edge, and he knew somehow because he withdrew his fingers and then stood. He tapped the paddle against her ass cheeks lightly, a wicked grin on his face. “That’s quite a pose. I should fuck you like that.”

  “Okay.”

  He chuckled low in his throat, sending shivers down her spine. “Not yet. You’re going to have to earn it.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  The paddle came down across both ass cheeks, hard. Lynda yelled and released her legs. “That thing hurts!”

  “No shit.” He wrapped an arm around her legs before she could lower them completely. “Get them back up and hold onto them, Lynda. We haven’t even started yet.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Lynda knew she could refuse. She had that option, and he’d still fuck her because he wanted to. His cock was red and swollen again, and that fueled her desire more than anything. The fact that he wanted her so badly.

  But she wanted this, too. She’d never done anything as decadent and exciting at the same time. Even though the damn paddle did hurt, it also had felt incredible, and she wanted to know how much she could take. She grasped her calves again, and the triumphant look in his eyes made her grin. He was used to people giving him what he wanted.

  “Is something funny?” he asked.

  “No.” She cut her gaze to his dick. “Just enjoying the view.”

  He laughed again. “Same here. Now hang on this time, understood?”

  “Yes.” She braced for it, but wasn’t prepared for the searing burn when he brought the paddle down on her ass again. She gasped for breath as pain and pleasure became one, sending shockwaves of hot desire racing through her body.

  When he stopped, she swore he’d only given her five swats, but she was dripping in sweat. “Spread your legs.” His voice was rough and shaky, as if he was barely hanging on. Lynda did as he asked, thinking he was finally going to fuck her, but she was wrong. “Lift them and grasp your calves again, or your ankles if you can reach them. Hold your legs apart in the air.”

  She started to shake her head, but the look on his face stopped her. She’d never seen such lustful sexiness in anyone’s eyes, and she knew she wouldn’t refuse him. She needed to see where this went. She wanted him to push her like this. Her pussy was so wet she was surprised her juices weren’t trickling down her thighs by now. Her entire body tingled, as if lightning was close. Nothing could be this arousing. It wasn’t human.

  Lynda did as he asked, then gasped again when he smacked her pussy with the paddle.

  “Oh, Lynda. You are so wet, and now your beautiful pussy will be red, too. Baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard when we’re done. I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

  “Oh, God!” She simply tried to keep breathing as he gave her pussy five swats. They weren’t as hard as the ones he’d given her ass, but they still hurt. At the same time, she’d never felt anything so exquisite, and she knew that paddle would easily become her favorite toy.

  “Stay like that.” He dropped the paddle on the bed and pushed two fingers inside her again, moving them in and out quickly. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

  “Yes. Please! Please let me come.”

  “No.” He withdrew his fingers, a wicked gleam in his eyes. She yelled, but all he did was grin. “Stand up.”

  She did, but her legs were shaking. “May I have some water, please?”

  His expression grew concerned. “Are you all right? Lynda, if this is too much for you, please tell me so.”

  Her pulse raced. She moved closer to him so she could put her hands on his face. “It’s perfection. Honestly. I’m just thirsty.”

  He covered her hands with his and gazed into her eyes for long, luscious moments. The sex they had was amazing. It was over the top incredible. But would they ever have anything else? Would these tiny moments of intimacy blossom and spill over into the rest of their lives?

  She couldn’t help think about the past three days. Granted, he had apologized for it, and she could have made the first move as well but had chosen not to. Were they both really that stubborn, or was this marriage doomed to be filled with fantastic sex but nothing else?

  “I have plenty of water in here.” He released her hands and walked over toward the wet bar, then retrieved two bottles of water from the fridge behind it. He handed one to her, then gave her a wicked grin once more. “Drink up, because we’re not done yet.”

  She drank half the bottle, and he drank half of his as well. Then he took a seat on the bed and patted his left thigh. “You know where I want you.”

  Memories of the spanking he’d given her washed over her
as Lynda got into position. He caressed her ass cheeks, then reached underneath to rub her clit. “I’d keep you here like this all day, every day if I could. You’re mine, Lynda. You’re my wife.”

  She didn’t answer. Her breathing grew rapid, and she moaned softly as he rubbed the edge of the paddle against her skin. “Leather is so much fun,” he said. “It can be soft, but it can also be hard and unforgiving. Don’t you agree?”

  “Yes.”

  “How many swats shall I give this pretty ass of yours?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Shall I choose, then?”

  Oh shit. He was backing her into a corner, but she couldn’t even think straight. Her arousal was so intense that her brain had gone all foggy. “Yes.”

  He made a sexy, satisfied noise and continued teasing her with the edge of the paddle. “Will you agree to take the number I choose, without stopping?”

  “Will you break my skin?”

  “No. Absolutely not. I will watch for that and stop if I think you’re actually being hurt.”

  “Okay.”

  “Lynda, thank you.”

  So much emotion bubbled up that she was sure she’d cry. This man did things to her mind that no one else ever had.

  “I think instead of giving you a specific number, I’m going to paddle you until I decide you’ve had enough.”

  “What if I can’t take it anymore?”

  He caressed her hair and she shivered. “Will you try for me? Will you let me make the decision? Of course if you say to stop I will, but will you at least try?”

  How could she refuse that? “Yes. Yes, I will.” The idea of giving him control over this made her heart melt. It was so freeing in a way. She didn’t have to decide anything. All she had to do was let go and experience it.

  He kissed her lower back, and then he pinned her legs with his right one the same way he’d done the other day. “Keep your arms out of the way. I don’t want to accidentally hit them.”

  She clasped her hands together above her head and closed her eyes. This was going to be the most intense thing she’d ever done, and she couldn’t wait. At first, the swats barely hurt. He told her he was warming up her skin. “I love to watch it turn pink.”

  He was the sexiest, kinkiest person she’d ever met. Nothing she and Rey had done came close to this. Lynda shook away those memories again. Nothing and no one else were allowed in right now. This was all about her and Merrick, her husband.

  She gave up counting after fifteen, when they suddenly became more forceful. She floated away, as if she were looking down on the scene instead of experiencing it. Pain and pleasure coalesced into one exquisite sensation, until the only thing she could do was feel. The burning gave way to numbness, but that didn’t last long. The swats built on one another until so much emotion bubbled up that she had to cry.

  It was the most natural thing in the world to do so, and gave way to a feeling of peace and release. It was cathartic. She let go of the anger she’d held inside the past three days, and she let go of what Rey had done to her. She saw it drifting away like a black cloud of dust, until it simply reabsorbed into the atmosphere and was gone.

  The pain began to break through, hot and red, before she was able to visualize what her uncles had done to her drifting away in the same way. Next time. “Merrick, I’m done.” Her words came out interspersed with grunts. Lynda wiped her face, surprised at the amount of tears on it.

  He gently stood her up, then scooted back on the bed and gathered her into his arms. “I am so proud of you.”

  His voice was filled with awe, and she glanced up at him, surprised by the tone.

  “Do you realize how many swats you took?”

  She shook her head. She was barely back in her body yet, let alone able to do math in her head.

  “I’m not sure I should tell you. I don’t want to scare you.”

  “You won’t.” Now she had to know.

  “Forty-two.”

  She blinked a few times, unsure how to respond. Was that good or bad? She had no frame of reference. He brushed a finger along her face, wiping away the moisture she’d missed. His expression filled with tenderness, and when he kissed her, Lynda forgot all about the pain and moaned into his open mouth. Her pussy was soaking wet, and her clit throbbed. He released the kiss and gently turned her sideways.

  “Your ass is really red and there are already bruises coming up. It’s beautiful. But I don’t think you can lie on your back right now, so I’m going to fuck you from behind.”

  Lynda sighed and lay prone on the bed. He pushed a couple of pillows under her hips to elevate them, and then he spread her legs. She moaned as he slid two fingers into her wetness. “Oh, baby. You’re more than ready for me.”

  “Yes. I am. Please.”

  He withdrew his fingers and rubbed her clit. Her climax was so close still, and this time if he stopped, she’d go out of her mind. He repositioned himself behind her, still massaging her clit, and then he sank his cock deep into her pussy.

  Lynda cried out as the orgasm crashed over her. She clutched fistfuls of the comforter, shaking her head as the force of it spread throughout her body. Merrick fucked her rough and hard now, but she didn’t care. This was what she’d wanted for the past hour. This was what she’d missed for the past three days.

  She had missed his voice, his eyes, and his scent. She’d missed his touch, and the way he took her without mercy. She should hate it when he told her she belonged to him, but she didn’t. God help her. It might be sick and twisted to want this—to want him to never let her forget she was his wife in this way—but it was exactly where Lynda wanted to be.

  “Lynda, this is seriously amazing.” His loud grunts joined her cries as the contractions from her climax continued on and on. Sweat droplets landed on her back, and still he fucked her. He pulled out, but she knew he wasn’t done when he flipped her onto her side and held her there. His cock rubbed against her sore ass cheeks as he reached around and played with her nipples.

  “I have one more in me.”

  “You’re an incredible lover, Merrick.”

  He laid her on her back, and even though it hurt, Lynda forgot about that as soon as he kissed her. He cupped her face and stroked her hair, kissing her as tenderly as a man kissing a woman he loved would do. When he released it, they gazed into each other’s eyes for a long time.

  Something in Lynda’s world shifted, deep inside, as if she’d suddenly woken from a long sleep. She was falling for this man, but why? Because he was dynamite in bed, and moved her to tears of joy and pain each time he fucked her? That wasn’t enough to sustain a relationship. Or, was there something else she felt? Something deep in those dark, intense eyes that her heart already recognized even before her mind could give it substance?

  “Lynda…” His voice was barely above a whisper. “What are you doing to me?”

  She had no idea how to respond, so she kept silent. The question sounded more rhetorical, but even if it wasn’t, she would not allow herself to examine it or break it down. Merrick didn’t feel the same way she did. He was not falling for her. That would never happen. It had been made crystal clear to her months ago.

  He finally kissed her again, then turned her back on her side and slid his dick into her pussy from behind. One hand held onto her hips while the other teased her clit, but he barely needed to do that. Her second orgasm was as powerful as the first, and she moaned continuously as he slammed into her.

  The fucking hurt a bit now, but she did not want him to stop. He was close. She could tell by the grunts and groans, and when he came this time, she knew he was spent. He turned her around gently and held her close, the sweat on their bodies drying and their breathing returning to normal.

  “That was fucking massively incredible, Lynda.”

  “Yes. Yes, it was.” She smiled as she drifted off to sleep. The hell with everyone and everything. She was back where she wanted to be. In her husband’s bed. The issues facing them woul
d just have to wait a while longer.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Merrick jolted awake when he heard his name called. He glanced toward the door to find Barry, one of his staff, standing there. “Mr. Dalton, sorry to disturb you, but your guests are here already.”

  Guests? Oh shit. Fuck. Lynda’s uncles.

  “All right. Show them in. And get them something to drink.” Fuck. He and Lynda had fallen asleep. What time was it? “Make some excuse why we aren’t downstairs yet.” He glanced at the clock. It was only quarter after five. Hadn’t he told them to stop by after seven? “On second thought, Barry, tell then they’re two hours early and we’ll be down when we get there.”

  Barry inclined his head slightly. “Of course, sir.”

  Once he’d left, Merrick woke Lynda and told her that her uncles were here early.

  She sat straight up, her eyes alive with fear. “Do we have to do this?”

  A nasty shiver ran down his spine. “Are you all right?”

  She averted her gaze. “Yes … yes, I am. Just…” She glanced around the bed. “We fell asleep.”

  “We did indeed, though I can’t imagine why.” He pulled her close and nuzzled her neck, but her response wasn’t the same as before. He could sense the change in her, and he didn’t believe it had anything to do with falling asleep after hot sex. She was afraid of her uncles. But why?

  She practically jumped from the bed. “I’ll take a quick shower.”

  Merrick stood and put his arms around her. “Don’t bother with that. Besides, your ass is really bruised. The water will burn it.” He released the embrace and crossed to his dresser, then opened a drawer and took out a tube. “This will help.”

  Merrick turned her around and rubbed some of the ointment onto her lovely ass cheeks. They would be very bruised in a couple of days. He’d done this to her, and she had let him. Memories of holding her over his knee invaded his mind. It would be so easy to tell her uncles to come back another time, but he had to find out if they knew where her father was. Fucking reality was once again invading the time he’d rather spend with his wife.