Page 9 of Obsession

“Now, now.” Smacking her clit once more, he pressed her alluring chest gently back to the covers, allowing his fingertips to graze over her skin. The fact that she was powerless to prevent his liberty made the heat of her flesh all the sweeter. “I said quiet, little girl.”

“I don’t care what you say.” Jaw tightening, she fought against the ties, grappling for freedom harder than before. Her struggle was incredible to witness, her passion and frustration mingling to form the ultimate aphrodisiac.

“Well, you should.” Amusement laced his reply as striking her pussy again, he dropped the cloth to her belly and reached for the clothespins. “You won’t get anywhere with me while you keep behaving badly, little girl.”

“Screw you!” Her voice was vicious, and her features contorted into a snarl as she spat the reply in his direction. “I don’t have to do anything you say.”

“My, my, my.” His brow rose at the reemergence of the wildcat. He’d suspected she’d been hiding beneath the façade of compliance but hadn’t expected such a brazen display of insolence while she was bound and being spanked.

Tucker should have known better.

“That’s quite a performance, little girl.” Placing one clothespin between her breasts, he waved the other above her head, ensuring she could see the piece of wood. “Do you know what this is for?”

“Of course, I do.” Her sneer was stunning in the circumstances.

“I’m surprised.” He couldn’t help but jibe at her while his free hand trailed an invisible line around her nearest nipple. “Don’t you have people to handle laundry for you?”

“What’s your point?” she panted, her attention darting between his fingers and his face.

“Not my point.” He gestured to her lengthening nipple, the teat tightening between his thumb and forefinger. “Yours, little girl.” By the time his fingers left her bud, it was taut and eager, standing to attention as he readied the first clothespin.

“What are you doing?” she demanded as he lowered the clothespin and drew open the wooden arms. Her panicked tone suggested she already knew the answer.

“Giving you something else to think about.” He laughed gently as the wooden arms closed around her puckered nipple, leaving the clothespin in place on her sensitive teat.

“Oh my God!” Her mouth hung open. “Stop that!”

Futilely, she attempted to shake the wooden accompaniment from her body, but her binds and lack of hands meant her action was doomed to failure.

She probably had no idea how sexy she looked as she shook her tits in front of him. His cock didn’t fail to register her performance, swelling in his pants as he watched her fight.

“I don’t think so.” Pressing a hand upon her frenzied body, he steadied her agitation long enough to start work on her other nipple. “Not until both of your gorgeous tits are decorated for me, and your pussy is nice and red from my cloth.”

“You’re a monster!” she hissed, trying to throw him off.

“It has been said.” He didn’t deny the charge as he pinched her bud and forced the second clothespin into place. Rising over her, he wished for the first time in years that he had a camera to capture the perfect vision she created.

“You’ll pay for this, Tucker!” Fury flared in her gaze as she continued to pull on the silk at her wrists.

“Wrong answer, little girl.”

Much though he enjoyed her attempts at open rebellion now that she was tied down with nowhere to go, enough was enough. Ella was there to be punished, and her endless defiance was wearing thin.

Grabbing the cloth, he started work on her sex again, pummeling the area with short but sharp strikes. She cried out, any attempt at stoicism abandoned as fast as her good behavior had been, but as he concentrated on the swats, he couldn’t blame her. No doubt the sting of each strike was difficult to bear, and their relentless nature meant there was no time for his captive to catch her breath.

His captive.

His cock stiffened as the sublime reality washed over him.

It should have been obvious—clear to anyone who walked into the cabin that the woman secured to the bed receiving the thrashing belonged to him—but in the frenzy of recapturing her and resisting her temptation, he seemed to have lost sight of what Ella’s presence represented.

She was his—his hostage—until Alexander paid Tucker the four million he owed.

“Okay, stop!” she bleated, her mouth parted as his strikes continued unabated. “Please, Tucker… Sir! Stop!”

“I won’t stop until you’ve learned.” He glanced at her shocked expression, her eyes wide as the spanks continued. “I won’t keep playing this game with you, Ella. You have to learn.”

“Learn what?” She sounded desperate, her thighs straining to press inward but failing to halt the cloth’s progress.

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