Page 124 of Absolution

“Fuck, Kerry!” he groans. “Fuck!”

“It’s—good,” I gasp, limp in his tight hold as he keeps thrusting.

“Of course it’s good. You fit me like a fucking glove. I’ve never—” He suddenly lifts me off him and stands, pulling up his pants. I wobble and he steadies me with an arm around my waist. “Come.” Dragging me toward our bedrooms, he snatches up the baby monitor and belt and hauls me along with him to a room at the far end of the corridor. It’s got a large bed with four bedposts, and then nothing else. No other furniture. The room is not wall to wall to our daughter’s room and I have a strong feeling that’s very much on purpose.

He gives me a push. “Get in there.”

I stumble forward and turn in time to see him lock the door. Christian turns and stalks toward me, like a predator approaching his prey.

“I like seeing you like this.”

“Like how,” I whisper, my heart fluttering.

“At my mercy. Helpless. Afraid.”

“I trust you.”

Christian smiles, and my breath hitches from the beautiful sight. “Good. Get out of that fucking dress.”

I finger the heavy necklace, the metal now warm and comfortable, then I turn and present the zipper to him. Goosebumps race along my spine as his warm fingers touch my skin. The air cools me as my dress falls open and I give a little shrug so it falls off my shoulders and sails to the floor. With a flick of his fingers, the clasp of my bra opens and I let it fall off me with yet another shrug.

“Raise your arms straight out and spread your legs.”

Naked, my back against him, and trembling slightly, I do as he tells me. There’s silence, then I flinch as I feel his chest to my back.

“Close your eyes. Don’t move.”

My arms shake slightly from holding them straight out. A soft, silky material touches my forehead, then he puts it over my eyes and ties it around my head. On instinct I break the stance and touch the fabric. His tie. Christian tsks and grabs both my arms, putting them on my back, holding them tight with one hand as he steers me forward.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, stumbling in the dark.

“Whatever I want.”

“What do you want to do, then?”

“You ask too many questions. Bend over.” He pushes me forward and I fall face first on the bed, my feet still on the floor, my ass presented to him. I tense, bracing myself for everything and anything. “Are you afraid yet?” His mouth is right by my ear, his breath hot.

“No,” I say, but my voice quavers slightly.

“Yeah?”

Christian gets off the bed, letting me go, and for one brief moment nothing happens, then the first blow lands on my butt, full force. I’m rocked forward and my hips dig into the bed frame. I throw out my arms and grab the bedspread in my clenched fists, biting down on the whimper that wants to escape me. A second blow on the other ass cheek makes my skin explode, or so it feels.

“No,” I gasp and wriggle to get free from his hand that pushes me down on the bed.

“You’re mine, Kerry.”

Smack!

“Mine to do with as I please.”

Smack, and smack again. I gasp from the pain and tears spring to my eyes.

“I’ve been so fucking patient. Waited and waited for you to come around. You’ve no idea what you’ve unleashed tonight.”

Suddenly a much more distinct, sharper pain hits my upper legs. Once, twice. I scream, pushing my face into the bed, forcing myself not to be loud. Is that the belt? Fucking hell! I shudder with need, with deep longing, as he drags his fingers gently across the pulsating tender skin, kissing the pain, mumbling words I can’t hear.

I realize I really don’t know what I’ve unleashed. We never discussed any limits, not anything. I cling on to the hope that this beast of a man behind me will listen if I safeword. A shiver runs through me at the thought that he won’t, that he’ll take and take and take, and then the same thought turns chill to scorching heat. Something inside me feeds off that same insecurity. I want him rough. I want him dangerous. I want Christian just as the man I met.

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