Page 5 of Obsession

Tucker was real.

So was his cabin.

So were his ropes.

“Until you’re punished.” His focus drifted over her, his hand skimming the surface of the blanket covering her body. “I tried to teach you a lesson with the spanking, but it wasn’t impactful enough.”

She might have laughed at that had the terror surging through her veins not ensured her lips were sealed.

Impactful?

Was he joking? Ella couldn’t remember anything being so impactful in her entire life! The man had tipped her over him, jerked down her pants, and struck her backside with his palm. It was easily the most shocking and humbling moment of her life.

Until this one…

“So, now I need to do better.” Catching the corner of the blanket between his thumb and forefinger, he peeled it back, little by little, exposing her naked flesh to the air. “I’ll punish you until I’m satisfied that the lesson has been properly learned.”

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Tucker

It was as though a part of him had been on autopilot when he’d brought her back to the cabin. He recalled each scintillating second of stripping and binding her, taking his time to enjoy the process. His balls had tightened as he’d breathed in her intoxicating scent, and he swore the air had vanished from the room as he’d tugged her clothes free and held her wrists aloft to secure them.

Since she’d been asleep and finally compliant, he’d chosen his only remaining ties to truss her. Most garments from his old life had been discarded out in the woods, but he’d kept a handful of the silk ties for old-time’s sake. Never, though, had he contemplated the idea of winding the silk around such enthralling flesh.

But then, never had he met anyone as captivating as Ella.

Every ounce of his willpower had been necessary to fight his primal urges and not help himself to what he wanted. That was what her father would once have endorsed, after all. Tucker’s need ballooned as she lay strewn and unconscious on his bed. He’d yearned to fondle her tempting flesh, yet somehow, he’d found the will to resist.

Had she been awake, Ella wouldn’t have believed his decency, and looking at her flushed cheeks and wide-eyes now, he could hardly understand his restraint. He could have done anything he wanted, and she would never have even known. Hell, he could still do whatever he wanted, the point proven wonderfully as he tugged his mother’s blanket down to reveal her fabulous breasts.

There was nothing she could do to prevent her exposure, and she wouldn’t be able to halt his roaming fingers if he’d chosen to explore her delightful body.

Ella was entirely helpless to his whims.

“Sir.” She bit her lower lip, tears springing in her glorious green eyes. “You’re scaring me.”

“For good reason.” He ensured his tone was clipped. Even though he wanted to hold her, to offer comfort and pleasure, he couldn’t risk letting it show.

He had to remember that he was the aggressor, and he needed to behave like one. The only way to safeguard Ella’s security and keep her in the cabin was to weaponize her fear. The more he intimidated her, the more likely she was to obey, and he didn’t want there to be any doubt—Tucker would have her obedience. He’d led men behind enemy lines. One little girl would not get the best of him.

“Are you going to b-beat me?” Her stifled question was scarcely audible.

“Beat you?” he scoffed, unable to prevent the smile that rose to his lips. “No, little girl. I’m going to make you beg.”

Chapter Two

Paralysis

Ella

The dread curling in her stomach constricted, making it difficult to think.

Beg.

The word exploded in her head, filling her senses until the sound of her heart banging plagued her ears.

Beg, beg, beg.

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