Page 46 of Lord of Debauchery

CHAPTER 13

Beckham

After leaving, I hung my head, laughing softly to myself. The woman was certainly more than a handful. Jesus Christ.

She had a way of picking me apart with her eyes, something that stymied me. Especially when her personality would flip and she’d have the heated look of a viper.

An image of the practiced way she’d held her weapon was a powerful reminder she wasn’t just like any other beautiful girl I’d had experience with. She was more than just formidable, pushing every button with ease.

Goddamn, I found that hot as shit in a woman.

A tiny part of me spent a few seconds envisioning her in a bloody cage fight where she was fighting two big strong oxen for men, easily breaking both their arms. My, oh, my. Didn’t that just turn me on? In fact, I wasn’t certain I’d ever felt this hot and bothered.

I jogged down the stairs, a loopy smile remaining on my face. She was also one of the most amusing women I’d dealt with as well. She truly believed somewhere in that big brain of hers that she could be in control. Only when I was halfway down did I stop hearing her curses, calling me every name in the book. To some, this might seem harsh, but she truly wasn’t catching on that every time she fought me, she was taking valuable time from attempting to find out who was behind the attacks.

Did I enjoy our banter? Of course I did. It kept my libido high, the desire reaching a place I’d never felt before. I liked the natural high as much as I liked the girl, but she was certainly infuriating. As I headed to my bedroom and the special cabinet I’d purchased, I wiped the water from my face.

It was time to figure out the best way to get to her. Since I planned on hunting for information in the morning, I hoped her time spent in incarceration would ultimately get to her, calming her little butt down.

I headed into my room, removing my watch and placing it on my dresser. I wasn’t going to give her any ammunition to use, including smashing my beloved watch. She wasn’t spiteful but was still trying to regain power. I had a smile on my face as I rolled up my sleeves, ready to slide into some jeans instead. It had been one hell of a long day.

After changing, I didn’t bother with shoes, instead selecting what I knew would be the perfect implement to show her I meant business.

It had been a long time since I’d been in the cabinet, the collection I’d amassed over the years something I’d been proud of. That was when I’d had time to be a playboy, not the ruler of a billion-dollar regime.

Maybe a little BDSM was exactly what I was missing in my life.

I allowed myself to take a few moments to reminisce over the various pieces, all of which I’d purchased from serious collectors. I had various canes and tawses, ugly looking whips and paddles of every size, shape, and composition. I even had a pair of regulation handcuffs. If she wasn’t careful, I’d shackle her to the bed every single night.

Now that could be fun.

Not today. Today was about punishment only, nothing more. After ensuring I had the key, I grabbed a tawse and returned to the stairs, taking my time walking up the flight. As soon as I was by the door, I listened for any sounds. The only other thing she could do was toss the partially empty bottle at my face. I’d kept her in the trunk long enough to have all sharp objects removed.

It was a good thing I’d had the forethought to do so.

I unlocked the door, shoving the key inside before cracking it open then kicking it the rest of the way. To my shock and delight, she’d followed my orders, only turning her head in my direction when I walked in. This time, I closed the door behind us. I wasn’t in the mood for a single interruption from anyone, no matter the reason.

“I’m surprised and pleased. You’re being a very good girl.”

She smirked in response, which was so like the feisty woman. I couldn’t help myself as I moved closer, cracking the implement against my palm while I approached. She eyed me warily and was doing everything in her power to keep from acting like she was bothered in the least.

But I could tell she was.

When I closed the distance, I took my time brushing my fingers down her long spine. It allowed me to gather an intense whiff of her natural perfume. For all the hatred she’d spewed at me, she was certainly excited as well.

I found myself longing to do nothing more than stroke her soft skin, allowing myself to bask in her beauty, but the truth was if she continued with this behavior, all our lives would be placed in jeopardy. I tapped her bottom and she threw me a rebellious look, but if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was simply doing so to keep up with her act.

“Twenty strikes will be appropriate for tonight, but I assure you that if you repeat the offense, the number will be doubled. And doubled again if necessary. I think you can do the math. Stay in position.”

“You like playing God, don’t you?”

If she’d asked me that question even a year ago, I would have said yes. Now I was at the point where I’d grown weary of the old ways, the need to remain on guard twenty-four/seven. It was taxing, usually exhausting where I’d once been exhilarated every day. Maybe I was getting too old to play ruthless games.

“Why, yes, I do.” Why not give her what she wanted? I rubbed one side of her rounded bottom then the other before issuing a single strike across both ass cheeks.

“Ouch!” She jerked up, panting. I pressed my hand against the small of her back, easing her back into position.

For emphasis and fun, I wagged my finger at her. “Do I need to explain the rules to you all over again?”

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