Keening, I came – my neck bent so far back I was nearly upside down. Still coming, my thighs clamped and released in an endless rhythm. He pulled me forward. I gasped a last few times, too overcome to do more than slump into his grip.
When he rolled me off his lap to the concrete, I barely noticed the grit. I lay on my side, lost in a replay of pleasure. His hand hauled at my hair. He towed me upright then pulled me, staggering and half naked, into the lookout room, with my panties falling to my ankles and hobbling me.
“There.” He thrust me against the wall, breasts first, pain first. Stonework scraped on my tits and the needles.
Ouch.
“Ass out.” The growl and sharp slap on my posterior had me scrambling to obey. “Now you can pay properly for that kiss.”
Crap. Again?
I watched from the corner of my eye as he brought out a lantern light, turned it on, and retrieved a heavy leather strap from the pack. A tawse.
His sadistic side was here, in full force. There was no comeback when he got like this.
Seemed as if he’d lost count of all the punishments. This couldn’t be all bad. Could it? I stuck out my butt even though it still was hot from the spanking.
Chapter 3
Klaus
I paced back and forth, looking at her and that tempting butt, fuming, figuring out myself. I undid the cuffs, tossed them onto the pack.
“Put your hands high on the wall and stay there unless I say to move.”
Obediently, she shuffled her feet back and placed her hands on the wall.
That target called to me. I itched to smack the leather down on her, hard, but I wanted to understand myself first.
She could safeword if I went too far. I scrunched my fist in on the handle of the tawse, feeling the hard polished timber and the slap of leather on my thigh. I relaxed, then crushed my fist in again, wanting to make myself hurt for once. I’d fucked her with the end of this a few times. Fucked this pretty rounded butt every which way. My hand marks showed in bright red, fingers and all.
It was Kat. Full stop. Every time I thought of that woman taking Jodie’s mouth, anger flared bright hot. Well damn.
“You’re going to have to take more before I’m done. I need to mark you tonight.”
With her head down, she whispered. “Yes, Sir.”
Those words always made me a foot taller. She was mine. I had to do this to satisfy my darker urges.
I went to the door and waited, checking for sounds and lights but no one else was crazy enough to be out here. Good.
Then I walked to her and began. The tawse could be a cruel instrument. At least it wouldn’t take many. I counted steadily to six blows, before I stopped, pulled her butt cheeks apart and fucked her with the end. Deep, wet, nasty enough to make her fingers curl.
When she was moaning, I stepped away and watched her quiver. Beautiful.
Red stripes, some purple. Not done yet.
I added four more stripes, overlaying the bruises and the red, counted three yelps, a few gasps and one screech, then I threw the tawse aside. Though shuddering, she hadn’t moved from her place.
“Good girl. I’m going to fuck you now.”
My shorts removed and also tossed aside, I stuck my cock in her, shoved higher when I’d hit the end of her cunt. Another thrust and her feet lifted from the floor. I pressed against her until she flattened. Her groan combined with the wince when her sore breasts and butt came under attack from me and the wall...I smiled and kissed her ear.
Then I reached around and put my fingers on her clit the way she liked it, and started shunting in and out, searching for the depth that got her going.
Her ass pushed out at me and I sped up, thrust a little harder, made her a little crazier. Her gasps became so desperate she had trouble breathing and she turned her face side on.
“I’m done hurting you.”
She barely summoned a grunt in reply. I inched her up the wall a little, fucking her g spot and massaging her clit as well as I could when I was almost there, at the top myself.
“Oh! Oh hell.” Her fingers clawed at concrete, her thighs parted more and she shook into a messy orgasm that spurted liquid, everywhere.
My last thrust seemed like it went halfway to heaven. Balls tight, I pumped into her, the climax blowing through me, shaking every muscle.
I rested my head in the corner of her neck and bit her there. Caveman at the last. “Fuck you, Jodie. Fuck. You’re mine. Remember that.”
She didn’t answer properly, but her utter surrender to me, the quiver of her closed eyelids and the soft “Mmm,” said enough.
I kissed her softly on the lips. “Thank you.”
Her eyes opened and Jodie smiled. “Of course I’m yours.”
We sat out on the front ledge watching the moon rise – her nestled in my lap, completely naked, her arms about me, trusting I’d keep her safe. I petted her and knew I could never ever let her go.
About Cari Silverwood
Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of kinky darkness or sometimes of dark kinkiness, depending on her moods and the amount of time she's spent staring into the night. She has an ornery nature as well as a lethal curiosity that makes her want to upend plots and see what falls out when you shake them.
When others are writing bad men doing bad things, you may find her writing good men who accidentally on purpose fall into the abyss and come out with their morals twisted in knots.
This might be because she comes from the land down under, Australia, or it could be her excessive consumption of wine.
Freaking out readers is her first love and her second love is freaking out the people living in her books. Her favorite hobby is convincing people she has a basement...though she really doesn’t. Promise. If it existed it would be a terrifying place where you would find all the dangerous things that you never knew you craved.
To escape you’d need to get the key you can see through the grate in your cell door. A key that’s hanging from the ceiling by string. The light above is flickering on...off...and you can hear feet dragging along the corridor floor. Your door is locked.
Anyone know how to get blood stains out of concrete?
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This series is now available in boxset collections
Pierced Hearts, Volume 1 includes Books 1, 2 and 3
Pierced Hearts, Volume 2 includes Books 2 and 3
Also by Cari Silverwood
Preyfinders Series
Precious Sacrifice
(Published in the anthology, Kept. Also released as a solo book)
Intimidator
Squirm Files Series
Squirm – virgin captive of the billionaire biker tentacle monster
Strum – virgin captive of the billionaire demon rock star monster
The Well-hung Gun – virgin captive of the billionaire were-squid gunslinger monster
Pierced Hearts Series
(Dark erotic fiction)
Take me, Break me
Klaus
Bind and Keep me
Make me Yours Evermore
Seize me From Darkness
Pierced Hearts Volume 1 – contains books #1, #2 and #3
Pierced Hearts Volume 2 – contains books #2 and #3
The Badass Brats Series
The Dom with a Safeword
The Dom on the Naughty List
The Dom with the Perfect Brats
The Dom with the Clever Tongue
Cataclysm Blues Series
Cataclysm Blues
(A free erotic sc
ifi novella. Currently being turned into a trilogy)
The Steamwork Chronicles Series
Iron Dominance
Lust Plague
Steel Dominance
Others
31 Flavors of Kink
Three Days of Dominance
Rough Surrender
(Re-released by Momentum, an eBook branch of Pan Macmillan)
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
About Cari Silverwood
Klaus Page 3