Despite the gut-churning need to follow the movement of her ass, he kept his gaze glued to hers and narrowed his eyes. “You forget who’s in charge here. I think you need a little reminder whose cock is gonna fuck you.”
She swallowed and licked her lips, her expression a little less sure of herself. “Now, how will you ever know who I’m creamin’ for? My thoughts are my own, Sheriff.”
Alec stalked toward her, his hands slipping his belt free from its loops. “Baby, I’m gonna mark your sweet ass so every time you sit, you’ll only think of me.”
Chapter Six
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“It’ll be my cock pounding your sweet ass—my name you howl,” he said, his voice pitched low, each word fired like bullet.
As he strode toward her, Stasia shivered at the hard jut of his jaw and the fullness tenting his trousers. Please, please, fuck me now. But she held back the words, secretly dying to see what he’d do next.
He doubled the belt between his hands and jerked apart his arms, snapping the belt with a crack that echoed like a rifle’s report inside his office.
Her heart thumping with trepidation and excitement, Stasia eyed him warily. “I don’t know what you’re thinkin’, Sheriff, but that belt better not come anywhere near my ass, or I’m walking.” Her threat rang hollow, even to her ears, especially since it was delivered with a quavering voice.
He cracked the belt again, and she jerked. Her traitorous pussy clenched and wept. For a moment, eying his tense jaw and hard gaze, she wondered if she’d pushed him too far—and whether he really had the guts to follow through with the threat.
Unsure and unnerved, she wriggled up, trying to find the ground beneath her dangling feet when the first sharp slap struck her quivering bottom. “Ow!” she howled.
His hand shot out and shoved her back over the desk, and he leaned over her, the hard ridge of his clothed cock burrowing against her pussy. “Not ’til I say so, sweetheart. You’ve been a very bad girl.” He drew away sharply when she flexed to tilt her pussy and deepen the caress.
Stasia moaned her disappointment and struggled up, her breath catching at the next stinging snap. “Bastard! I’m not a child for you to punish.”
“No, you’re not. You’re my woman—and you won’t forget it after I’m through with you.”
The hard, unyielding tone of his voice set her pulse jumping, and she nearly swooned when he striped her bottom with several more burning slaps of leather. “You think I’m gonna fuck you after this?” she shrieked, her anger a pretense. “You’re crazy! You low-down mother-fu—ouch!”
“You’ll address me with respect,” he said, his voice cold and hard. “I’m your master, Stasi. Say it!”
The belt rose and fell, not hard enough to raise a welt—part of her acknowledged the care he took to avoid really hurting her, but another part reveled in his dominance and wanted more of his violence. “Never! I don’t belong to anyone.”
“Wrong answer.” He swatted her again, this time grazing her tender pussy.
Stasia’s breath caught on a jagged sob, and she sank against the desk, gripping the edge as deep inside her desire coiled tightly, liquid fire spilling from her body. The next stinging glance against her cunt had her curling to rub her breasts on his desk pad, scraping the aching tips on the edge of the papers. She mewled and squirmed as the next stripes fell, warming places not yet touched by his careful punishment.
A hand caressed her bottom. “Your butt’s all pink and hot.”
A finger dipped into her pussy, and her inner muscles clamped around it.
“Jesus, you’re hot. Ready to call me master, or do you want more?”
“You can go to hell,” she said, sniffling, her ass and pussy on fire.
The belt landed on the desk beside her face, and he leaned over her again, nudging apart her legs roughly with his knees and reaching for her hands. His heavy weight pressed her into the desk, but before she could choke out a protest, he wrapped the belt around her wrists and cinched it tight.
She bucked against him, alarm lifting goose bumps across her skin and spiking her nipples painfully tight. “Let me go now!”
“You don’t make demands. You serve me, got that?”
“Fuck you!” She bucked again, but only managed to center his cock along the seam of her pussy. “Ah!” She convulsed, the first spasm of an orgasm overwhelming her. She squirmed to rub harder against him.
“You need to learn your lesson,” he gritted out and lifted his hips away.
She nearly wept with frustration until she heard the scrape of his zipper. Oh God! He’s going to fuck me now. Yes! She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath.
The blunt head of his cock pushed between her folds and air hissed between his teeth. But he didn’t sink deep the way she thought he would—the way she craved.
His cock sank only inches, enough to wet the head in her juices, and then he pulled away, only to tease her with another shallow dip inside.
“No.” She bit her lips to halt the litany of curses she wanted to scream.
His mirthless laughter gusted against her ear. He licked her earlobe and stabbed into her ear, making her shudder with delight.
“Think I’ll let you have it?” he whispered. “You want me to fuck you? Your pussy’s crying for me to come inside. It’s clamping so tight around my head, you can’t lie about what you want.”
“I want you off me,” she gritted out.
“Say my name, Stasia.”
“Stop playing with me!”
“Be a good girl.” He nipped her shoulder in exactly the spot he’d gripped her earlier that night. “Say my name, like you really want me.”
“Fuck you!” she sobbed.
He dipped his cock back inside, a teasing probe that stretched her, making her pussy tingle and ripple. “Say it.”
God, she’d come if he just pushed a little deeper. Could she goad him into doing it? “I don’t care whose prick’s inside me—you’re just any old cock.”
“Liar,” he drawled. “Shall I leave you here, draped over the desk like a whore and invite one of the deputies to fuck you hard, like you like it?”
No, no, no! God, just you! Unable to hold it back, her shoulders slumped and her breath hitched. “Don’t—”
“Shhh…” He stroked inside, a little deeper this time, and a hand soothed over her hair, petting her gently.
The tenderness of his touch almost did her in completely.
“I couldn’t let them have you. I already told you. Mine’s the only cock that’s ever gonna fuck you again.”
He glided out and in again, and tears of relief fell to the desk. She took a deep steadying breath, savoring the sensation of his comfort now the storm was past.
Only he halted. “But there’s still the problem of your punishment.”
Stasia stiffened beneath him, wanting to howl, to scream the walls down. “Why are you doing this to me? You don’t love me.”
“Who says, baby? Don’t I love you enough to want what’s best for you?”
“You think you’re what’s best for me?” she asked, her voice rising on a note of hysteria. He continued to hold himself still inside her while her whole body shivered and cramped with need.
Alec planted a kiss on the side of her cheek and nuzzled her neck. “Don’t you know it by now? I know all your nasty secrets, your dark desires.” He whispered directly into her ear. “I’m the only one who can give you exactly what you need.”
Her forehead settled on the desk. She hid her expression, unwilling to let him see how shattered she felt. “And what do I need?” she asked, not recognizing the thin, faint sound of her own voice.
“To be punished.”
Fresh desire leaked from deep inside her to surround his cock. His laughter this time sounded strained as he lifted from her back. “Hold that thought, love.” His fingers glided over her ass, and his thick thumb trailed the crevice separating her cheeks.
Stasia moaned a protest when he ci
rcled her sensitive asshole.
“You’re tight here, Stasi. I noticed that right off when I played with it earlier. Didn’t Max ever fuck your ass?” he whispered, fingering her opening.
“No,” she groaned. “He was always in a hurry.”
“I’m not rushing your punishment. I told you I’d pound your sweet ass—I keep my promises.”
His hips drew away, and he withdrew his cock, leaving her pussy empty and aching. The cool air licked at the sweat that had gathered where their bodies met and the moisture clinging to her engorged folds. She heard the rustle of clothing and boots dropping to the floor. Her heart thudded, dull and heavy, picking up in pace when his hands smoothed up the backs of her thighs and beneath her belly to pull her bottom past the edge of the desk.
He held her up, clasping the notches of her hips and tunneled his cock between her buttocks, nudging harder when he found her tight hole.
Stasia hadn’t the will to defy him anymore. She wanted him—desperately—any way he wanted to take her. She strained to open her legs and spread her cheeks wider to let him slip deep between. A drop of liquid plopped into her crease, and his cock circled, rubbing the moisture into the puckered ring of tissue.
Then he was there, pressing hard, working his hips side to side to screw into her, pushing inexorably against the strong muscles poised to prevent his entry. His blunt cockhead pressed forward until she felt her asshole stretch and burn. She whimpered. “You won’t fit.”
“I’ll fit,” he said, his voice tight. “It’ll hurt all right, but that’s part of the punishment. You have to love the pain first.” He flexed his hips and pushed harder, and suddenly her sphincter gave, and he sank into her, stretching her asshole as it opened just enough let the crown inside.
A strangled scream ripped from her throat, and she sobbed on her indrawn breath. “It’s too much!”
More spit dropped, and he circled his hips, pumping in shallow thrusts, just enough to work the lubricant inside her hole. Then an arm curved beneath her belly, and a hand snaked around to sink between her legs. He thumbed her clit and worked two fingers into her greedy cunt, but thankfully didn’t tunnel any deeper into her ass.
A ragged moan escaped, and she held her hips still, afraid any movement would drive his cock deeper. However, she strained to savor the fullness entering her pussy. “Fuck my cunt, Alec. Please, please fuck my cunt.”
“Easy, girl. I’m gonna start moving again.”
“No, no. Just your fingers. Please.”
“Can’t stop now, baby.” His groan sounded like it came dredged up from his toes. “Feel what I’m doing to your hot, tight pussy?” He finger-fucked her faster, harder—all the while thumbing her clit.
Stasia’s whole body trembled on the verge of ecstasy. “Deeper, please. Fuck me harder.”
“Like that?”
She nodded, keeping her head tucked low in submission—anything to keep his hand working inside her pussy. Christ, I’m so close!
He dug deeper between her legs. “Relax your asshole, baby. Let me inside. I promise it’ll be worth the pain.”
“Can’t. It burns!” she said, her voice tightening as she drew closer to the edge.
“What burns?” he whispered. “Your cunt? Baby, you’re melting around my fingers.” He pulled out and thrust three fingers inside her now, screwing into her, scraping her inner walls with his knuckles, until she couldn’t help but writhe and arch beneath him.
Her whole body shivered and sweat broke on her forehead and upper lip. Her nipples chafed, engorged and aching, scraping against the edge of the pad.
His hips pistoned once, and his cock slipped deeper into her ass. “Yes!” she shouted as another ripple convulsed along her channel to caress his fingers. Her ass relaxed its tight grip on his cock, and he glided deep inside, stealing her breath.
With her pussy and ass so full she couldn’t breathe, Stasia collapsed onto the desk and rolled her head from side to side, surrendering to his harsh mercies.
Alec shuddered behind her and ground deep into her ass, lifting her bottom as he pumped in and out—burning her ass, ratcheting up her desire until she felt brittle as thin glass, ready to shatter at any moment.
“OhGodohGodohGod,” she chanted.
“That’s it, baby. Take it!” he said, slamming his hips against her bottom. His fingers shoved deeper until she swore his whole hand slipped inside and twisted.
She came howling his name, prickling light exploding behind her clenched eyelids, her body stretching taut as a bowstring.
When at last he shuddered and come spewed inside her ass, Stasia wept. Alec had conquered her, claimed her in way no man had ever done.
Somehow, he’d guessed her darkest needs and used every one against her to prove his mastery of her.
She was his whore, his slave, his bitch. And she thought she might even love him.
“I can’t breathe,” Stasia whispered beneath him.
Alec roused from where he lay slumped over her back, naked, replete. They were still joined like two dogs tied, panting. He kissed her shoulder, knowing an apology would be inappropriate and possibly a setback in her “training”.
Weary to his soul, and feeling more than a little shocked at himself and her, he lifted off her and slowly pulled his cock free from her ass. Each inch away from her tight heat deepened a feeling of loss.
When at last she’d surrendered and welcomed him into her body, he’d felt connected, part of her. Now, he noted the stiffness of her shoulders and the shallow little breaths she took as the tension returned.
“Don’t move from that position,” he said, keeping his voice harsh. “I’ll be right back.”
He didn’t bother to wait and see whether she obeyed. He thought his domination was so fresh she just might obey—at least for now. But there was more he wanted to do for her. Ways he could say he was sorry without diminishing her respect for his strength.
He’d never been into the BDSM scene, wasn’t even sure if that’s what they were doing here, but he’d recognized her need to be subdued instinctively. Stubborn, beautiful, brave…but deep inside she craved to give up control, to be taken by a man. One strong enough and sane enough not to use her surrender to do her harm.
Running the tap in his private bathroom, he grabbed a stack of paper towels and wet them, then returned to find Stasia in exactly the same position he’d left her. Her bottom was still bright red from her spanking, and her pussy was swollen and dripping.
He parted her buttocks and cleaned her, then used fresh towels to scrape the come from her inner thighs.
Stasia remained silent, acquiescent, and still leashed by the belt cinched around her wrists.
When he’d finished cleaning her, he knelt and lapped at her pussy. Licking softly and blowing to cool the heat emanating from her swollen, abused flesh.
Stasia sighed. “That’s nice.” She sounded a little hoarse.
Alec kissed her clit and gave into the urge that had gripped him the moment he’d stepped into his office and spied her bottom wagging at him. He suckled her pussy, drawing her lips into his mouth, drinking their spent excitement. When she squirmed, he licked along her seam in long soothing strokes, spearing deep to lap at her inner walls until her soft cries filled the air again.
After she orgasmed sweetly against his tongue, he removed the belt and drew her into his arms. He sat with her draped across his lap on the floor, his back against the desk.
“What are we going to do, Alec?” she asked sleepily.
Reminded of his brother below, hours from certain death, he clutched her close and kissed her moist temple. “Baby, I haven’t a clue.”
*
“I’d never have pegged Alec for the kinky sort,” Joe drawled from the cot snuggled against the far wall of the cell.
Max snorted, glad the sounds of the sexual battle coming through the floor above had finally stopped. “He’d have to be to keep Stasi happy.” He eased apart his legs to relieve the ache. Stasi’s
mewling cries had brought back pleasant memories.
“I take it you two were close?”
Max’s lips curved in the darkness. “Fucked like bunny rabbits.”
“So, why’d it end?”
Max shrugged and leaned against the bars. “I had a job to do.”
“Killing vampires.”
Max shot him a glance over his shoulder. “That wasn’t the main directive. That was just an added bonus,” he said, a grin stretching his lips wider.
“Think he’ll really get us that interview?”
“Yeah,” he said, distracted by an unidentifiable sound coming from the direction of the stairs beyond the row of storage cages.
“They’re gonna kill us, aren’t they,” Joe said quietly.
“Probably.” He cocked his head, straining to hear.
“Did I ever tell you that you talk too much?”
Max snorted again. “Never.”
“You’re one miserable bastard. I know I told you that before.”
“Yeah. A time or two.”
The distinctive scrape of a footstep sounded from the other side of the basement—followed by a low feminine curse.
Max stiffened. “I don’t fuckin’ believe it,” he muttered.
Joe rose from his cot to stand beside Max as the patter of footsteps drew closer.
“Pia…” Max pitched his voice low in warning. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, but you can turn your sweet tail around and get out of here now.”
Pia strode into the light and peered through the bars at him. “We’re here to spring you.”
“We?” he growled.
Emmy stepped from behind her and fluttered her fingers in a little wave. “Yup, we. Me and Pia. Somehow, we knew you two would wind up in a mess of trouble. We’re here to break you out of the hoosegow.”
However much he’d wanted to see Pia’s sweet face one more time, hot anger poured over him. “All you’re going to do is get yourselves killed. This place is crawling with werewolves who’d love nothing better than stake your asses in the sunshine.”
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