Page 111 of Stalked By Seduction and Shadows

“Good girl,” he said, and I relaxed. He rubbed soothing circles on my stinging ass. “You will count out loud each strike and then say, thank you, Rune, like the perfect little whore that you are. I will stop when I hear enough gratitude pour from that disrespectful mouth.”

He gripped my hair hard.

“Yes, Rune,” I bit out.

He dropped my head, and he didn’t cut the pain with pleasure this time. He hit me harder than ever, the crack of it vibrating against the walls.

I gasped, a high-pitched sound escaping my lips. “One. Thank you, Rune.”

My cheeks burned and my pussy ached, begging for the touch he withheld. I was caught between the weightless feeling of complete release, the drive to please him and do as I was told, and the indignant, stubborn imperative to hold on to my independence.

By the fourth strike, that second drive was slipping away completely.

“Five,” I whimpered. “Thank you, Rune.”

“Aw, my poor seductress,” he purred, winding his hand up. When I tensed, expecting a strike, he chuckled. “Not so tough now, are you?” He slipped two fingers back inside me. “Yet you’re wetter than ever.”

I moaned, all rational thought slipping away. “Please, may I come?”

“Fuck, no,” he said, pulling his fingers back out. “Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Yours,” I said, my voice still pleading.

“And whose ass?”

Slap.

I cried out, tears pricking my eyes. “Yours! Five. Thank you, Rune.”

He paused. “What was that?”

My hooded eyes flew wide open. That had been five, right? Oh, Goddess, who even knew anymore. This wasn’t fair; he’d distracted me.

“You were on six, baby,” he said, a note of amused wickedness in his tone that had the hairs on the back of my neck standing straight up.

His shadows stayed glued to my wrist as he hoisted both of us up to our feet. A head rush had me leaning back into him, hissing when my stinging ass rubbed against the fabric of his dress pants.

When his lips met my neck, warm and open, I shuddered. He sucked, and a shot of pleasure electrified my every nerve. I tried to turn, to meet his eyes and crane my neck up so my lips could lock with his, but he held me firm.

He placed his hand on the back of my neck and led me to a piano. “Don’t worry, pet. I’ll help you get this back on after we’re done.”

His shadows released my wrists, and he unfastened my dress and helped me step out.

My back was still to his chest. He engulfed me, his hands roaming over my body as I leaned into him desperately. Both hands found my breasts, kneading before pinching softly on my nipples and forcing them hard.

I moaned and arched into him as he kissed the side of my face.

“Hands here, back arched.” He pulled away and tapped the top of the piano.

I reached forward to press my palms against the wood, lightheaded and limbs like jelly. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I’d looked down and seen that my feet were no longer touching the ground.

“Now this is a breathtaking sight.” Rune said from behind me.

I could no longer feel the heat of his proximity. I only heard the unmistakable sound of a belt unclasping, the leather pulling through the straps.

“Spread those fucking legs.” The way his voice cracked like a whip had a tremor roll through my body.

I slowly parted my legs, shivering at the cold air whispering against my bare skin. Was Rune finally going to fuck me? The thought of that had all awareness flood back into the space between my thighs, now uncovered and vulnerable.

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