No savior a dark romance, p.18
No Savior: A Dark Romance, page 18
When he flipped me around, pushing me over the edge of the counter, my toes barely managed to touch the floor. Pushing up, I almost managed to escape, tormenting him even more.
He was too quick for me, tossing me down and crushing the full weight of his body against mine. Another round of noise had me tossing my head over my shoulder. “What are you searching for?”
“The perfect implement. A man must improvise from time to time.” He lifted his arm, twirling the spoon in his hand.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Somehow, I managed to shove him back, rushing around the edge of the island.
But he was too quick for me, prepared for my little game. As soon as he dragged me back, hoisting me over the counter again, he wasted no time in bringing the spoon down on my buttocks.
“Oh, you are a horrible man.” I was shocked at the level of pain running through my system, in mild shock for a few seconds. “Stop. Just stop.” But a smile was on my face and a deep throbbing pulse between my legs.
“Oh, I don’t think so. At the end of the day, you’re a brat.” He brought the spoon down again, wasting no time moving from side to side.
“What? That’s not fair. Why do you say that?” I moaned as I wiggled my bottom.
“Because you are. Taunting me every minute of the day.”
“I wouldn’t do that.”
Leaning over, he pushed my hair aside before breathing against my neck. “Try again, lady. You never miss an opportunity.”
The spanking continued, his evil hand bringing the hard surface of the spoon down several times. I could swear the man was musical, moving from one side to the other in a perfect rhythm.
While the pain was surprising in that I was writhing from the anguish provided by a spoon meant to stir sauce in a pan, I also couldn’t hide that every flash of pain was met by another electric one pushing deep within my core.
Panting, I clawed the counter, shifting back and forth. My tiny attempt at fighting him obviously turned him on, his hard, throbbing cock brushing across the back of my thighs. Enticing me.
Keeping me on a delicious precipice like a promise of things to come.
And dear God, I wanted every one of them. What did that say about me? I had no idea but at that moment, I tossed all common sense and reality aside.
He was unforgiving, the round of discipline relentless.
“Just stop,” I finally moaned.
His chuckle was deep and husky, my plea causing him to fist a handful of my hair, using it like a leash. Another six smacks were given, two on the tops of my thighs. This time, I managed to push up just enough, and the angle was such I could drive my foot into his leg.
Suddenly, he stopped, taking a deep breath before issuing a tsking sound. “You’ve just proven my point. A hard lesson for you. Eight more.”
He tightened his hold, twirling the goddamn implement in front of me before finishing with his harsh lesson. With every brutal snap of his wrist, I was driven into a strange yet sweet bliss I hadn’t known existed.
Perhaps I was the kind of woman who craved pain and total dominance. The thought was insane, but the trickle of my juice covering both inner thighs was a testament to the possibility.
Eight more were given, each crack of the wood more savage than the one before. I gasped with each swat, biting my lip at the sweet combination of pain and pleasure. Once finished, he flipped the spoon away, the sound as it tumbled to the counter creating a sense of relief.
Finally, I could breathe easier, now concentrating on the clench and release of my pussy.
With his fingers still wrapped around my hair, he rolled the tips of the others down my spine, taking his time as if memorizing every bump and every vertebra. There was a softness to his touch, allowing me to see even more of the gentleness in him.
While he might consider himself rough and tumble, there was great solace in knowing parts of him were very tender.
I was breathless, a dazzling display of stars floating across my field of vision. The connection that existed, while baffling in every way, was so calming that within seconds, I was in a place of peace.
Until he decided to drive his hand between my legs. Instantly, I shuddered, the deep throb in my pussy stronger than before. Every intense pulse was a powerful reminder of the rush of heat we shared.
“Are you wet for me, little lady?”
“Mmm… Maybe. But I’m no lady.”
“Perhaps you’re right.” His voice remained soothing, but the strong vibe of lust remained, lingering as the scent of our combined desire wafted between us.
His fingers were magical yet lethal weapons and the second he thrust several inside, I was certain an orgasm was soon to follow.
Somehow, the man knew how to manipulate me, pushing me toward a climax with the simplest touch. Tonight was no exception. Three fingers turned into four, all flexed open as he pumped with slow, even strokes. I shifted my hips, biting on my lower lip to keep from making a single sound. But soon, it was impossible, the range of sensations as powerful as the spanking.
He had a way of driving me close to the moment of sweet nirvana and soon, I was writhing against his hand, moaning softly as the ebb and flow of sheer desire became overwhelming.
Yet when he pinched my clit, there was no chance of holding back, the moan loud and strangled.
“That’s it. Come for me. I need you to come on my fingers.” His command was different than before, darker and more demanding. I could almost sense a shift in him, as if the hidden personality I’d already caught a glimpse of was threatening to take full control.
And I wasn’t certain I’d mind.
He twisted his fingers, shifting the angle and that was all I could take, a blinding and breathtaking orgasm shooting through me.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” Both my palms were planted on the counter, fighting to move.
To breathe.
But I was loving every second of what he was doing to my body.
Even before my body began to come down from the high, he was pushing my legs further apart. The spoon suddenly appeared in his hand.
Another twirl.
Another single crack on my bottom before he smacked my pussy lips.
The pain was ripe and raw, so much so I was stunned into utter silence.
He rubbed his fingers across my sensitive tissue, even driving them inside while my pussy was still convulsing. He wasn’t ready to stop tormenting me, issuing another smack across my pussy. The repeat nearly threw me into a whiteout, the heat blinding.
I realized I was bucking against the spoon even as he slipped the handle into my tight channel. I was momentarily shocked, incapable of moving.
“Relax. I have no intention of hurting you.”
With every slide of the wood, I gyrated my hips, my pulse skyrocketing. I’d never felt anything like this before, shocked that my body seemed to crave what he was doing.
He continued to shake things up, shifting from the brutal crack against my tender tissue to the rush as my muscles clamped around the thin handle.
I was bucking in rhythm, finally able to push up from the counter as soon as he’d released his hold. There was nothing so sweet, so satisfying as the combination of pain and pleasure.
Just as I thought I was ready to let go again, I suddenly felt his hot, wet lips on my pussy lips, his tongue replacing the wooden implement. As soon as he drove his tongue inside, that was it. There was no chance of holding back another even more powerful orgasm.
“Yes. Yes… Oh, my God.”
Time had no meaning as the wave shifted, ebbing so slowly I remained lost in the sweet fog. With my face pressed against the counter, all I could do was to count my breaths.
The sweet peace was interrupted by a noise I hadn’t heard before.
He tossed the spoon on the counter and I knew instantly that something was wrong.
By the time I had my feet on the floor, his face was completely different than before, showing signs of rage.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’re being watched.” He threw a look toward the windows. “And I don’t like it one bit. I’ll be right back. Do not go anywhere.”
“Oh, no, you don’t, Kendrick. We are in this together whether you like it or not.” I was determined to discover what he was referring to.
His grimace was as dark as his mood had just turned. With an irritated hiss, he headed to the control room, moving toward the bank of security monitors.
We both stood in front of them. Finally, I noticed movement. “There.”
His exhale was long and even. “Fuck. At least now we know we’re being checked.”
“Maybe a good thing.”
While there was no way of seeing what we were dealing with, it was obvious whoever the visitor was standing off to the side at the back of the house.
With a clear view of the majority of windows. “Fuck the asshole. I’m fucking sick and tired of waiting and playing games.”
When he started to leave the room, I stopped him. “What are you going to do?”
“Find out what he wants. And ensure he takes a heated message back to Lucifer that this won’t be tolerated.” The anger in his voice resonated in the small space, the tone terrifying me more than before. Something had snapped inside him, as if he’d decided the line of good versus evil was meant to be crossed whenever and wherever he wanted. Even the flash of his eyes was different, sensual in such a dominating fashion I was thrown by my reaction.
I had to think quickly, or he’d tear the man apart, which would end the charade and any chance of saving the women.
“No. Don’t do that. I have a better idea. We both want this to be over with. Right?” It was as if I was soothing the savage beast.
“What are you suggesting?” He offered yet another commanding look.
“That we give the bastards exactly what they want. A hot little show.”
CHAPTER 17
Kendrick
I was enraged, angry to the point that the mission seemed pointless. I had no idea why I’d reacted in such a blatantly infuriated manner other than that we were getting nowhere.
I’d always considered myself a patient man, but no longer.
Just the last twenty-four hours alone had provided me with proof of what my buddies had been telling me for a very long time.
That if the wrong person crossed me, I wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet in his brain. I’d laughed the first time Maverick had suggested something so heinous.
It had been in the early days of our friendship, the third or fourth time we’d all gotten together for our game of poker. I’d had a particularly grueling case, losing because I hadn’t been allowed to see a piece of evidence. The damn district attorney had played dirty pool. Instead of calling him on it at a point where I could have his job and have him disbarred, I’d accosted him in the parking lot. It just so happened that a news crew had been there filming another story and had caught everything on tape.
And I’d suddenly found myself the star of the evening news as well as being kicked down a notch by my boss. The sting had lingered long after the situation had passed, enough so the next time I’d faced the asshole in court, he’d been left in the dust.
But I’d talked about taking him to the mountains and dangling him over the edge of a cliff. I’d shocked my buddies that day. Not from the suggestion, but from the understanding I would have followed through with my threat given the chance.
Tonight, I was feeling the same kind of anger, the type that would continue to eat at me. We were being played as pawns and whether or not it had anything to do with my identity or hers was no longer the point.
The only bit of good news was that inquiries had been made at my bogus company, my credit report of all things checked. They were verifying my identity in a much more thorough manner.
Maybe the visit meant they were finalizing their security check. The entire concept annoyed the fuck out of me.
Plus, if our voyeur was kept interested in our activities for long enough, I could have him followed. That would prove to be a win-win. Not that I believed the goon outside would be stupid enough to allow anyone to trail behind him to any location of importance, but perhaps at least we could add another face or name to the list.
However, my beautiful guest was correct, as I managed to tamp down my fury long enough to allow her to explain. A formal invitation was obviously the only way we’d determine any of their identities. Even the sketches of the girls had yet to provide any results. Granted, I knew it often took time, but Jesus Christ, the wheels of justice were in slow motion.
Maybe the thing to do was to push the envelope. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, since they can see everything at the back of the house, why not give them a sexy show? With you being my master and me submitting to your every demand. That’s what you purchased, a beautiful slave.”
There was a raw edge to her voice, a tone unlike what I’d heard before. The attraction we shared was incredible, but I was beginning to believe we were in a glass house, the container about to be shattered.
But she did have a good point. The windows themselves were bulletproof, something Maverick had insisted on. Besides, I had no fear they would attack the house. Not at this point. They were like any other organization. They loved money and Lucifer had sensed I had plenty to spare.
“If we do this, you will need to do what I say.” The sound of my demand was surprising even to me.
“Isn’t that the point?” With Reese’s skin glowing, her lips swollen and rosy from the heavy round of kissing, I was even more attracted to her than before.
I was also craving another taste of the very darkness and sadism I’d been allowed to experience inside the club. What I’d come to realize over the last forty-eight hours was that I had a massive dominating streak running through me, enough that I wasn’t certain typical passion would provide me with satisfaction from this day forward.
When I cupped her face, Reese leaned into the hold, nuzzling in a way that forced my cock into full attention. Craving her was easy.
Keeping my hands off her was almost impossible.
“Perhaps I’m no longer interested in having anyone else watching our activities.”
“Then you shouldn’t have volunteered for the job. Remember?” She backed away and when I reached for her, she shook her head. “Just remember, you’ll need to be rough and raw.”
She had no way of knowing that’s all I’d thought about since the first taste.
Only my rough and raw wasn’t playtime.
“Fine. I’m going to make a drink and head to the living room. You’re going to enter in five minutes where you’ll crawl to me on your hands and knees. Is that understood?” As soon as I took a long stride toward her, she stiffened. Perhaps she was getting ready to play her role.
“Yes, sir.”
I cupped her face as I’d done before, rubbing my thumb across her mouth. Without hesitation, she pursed her soft lips, inviting me to fill her mouth. Perhaps I would give her what she wanted. “Be a good girl.” With a quick glance at the monitors, I was curious as to how long the bastard planned on waiting. This level of surveillance was cautionary but ridiculous.
A few seconds later, I had to force myself to walk away, retreating to the living room where I poured a huge glass of whiskey. Before easing into one of the leather chairs, the location perfect for anyone with a set of binoculars, I decided to give the asshole some music to listen to while he was waiting for the show.
A little classic rock never hurt.
I dropped onto the chair, dialing Chase while I waited.
“You have something,” he said as he answered.
“I have a visitor.” I was a little surprised my voice held lightness instead of being toned by the anger I felt inside.
“We’re moving forward. Thank fucking God. I could tell by your terse emails you were ready to go stir crazy.”
“You have no idea.”
“Isn’t your guest keeping you busy?” Even his laugh was annoying tonight.
“We’ve been trying to keep this very professional.”
“I’m sure you have. Just remember, you are a man and she’s a beautiful woman.”
A sudden small light outside caught my attention. Instantly, I bristled, ready to grab my weapon when I realized the asshole was lighting a cigarette. “He smokes.”
“Who?”
“The asshole outside.”
“Interesting,” Chase mused. “Why don’t I take a run at this one? I’ll see what I can find. Who knows. Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’ll lead me to his master.”
“I doubt that, but why not. I’m ready to bring the hammer down.” I tossed the phone onto the table, taking a swig of my drink just as my lovely guest appeared in the doorway. Given there was no way for the voyeur to hear what we were saying, I motioned toward the floor, even beckoning with my fingers. Every move was exaggerated, but I was finding it difficult to ascertain if I was acting.
Images flashed in front of my mind. All lurid. All sadistic.
Even as I tried to shake them off, I accepted that they were a small part of me.
Seeing her strapped to the spanking bench had teased the hell out of me. What I wouldn’t give to have her shackled to the cross, waiting for the strike of my whip or cane.
Fuck.
The ache in my cock was tremendous, the pressure almost intolerable.
Even from where I was seated, I could tell her eyes were glassy. Was she trembling? Was she anticipating the filthy things I’d do to her? With a dramatic flair, she dropped to the floor onto her knees, fisting her hands. With the floor-to-ceiling window, it was possible the fucker could even see her expression.
Crooking my fingers, I beckoned to her again, concentrating on my drink as if she was nothing but a minor distraction in my world. When in truth, everything about her presence interrupted my thoughts, my actions.
