Page 18 of Caught By Menace

Even through the haze of lust, she realized what was going to happen now. She should have been scared. She should have tried to roll of the couch and flee but she didn’t. Mellowed out by those powerful orgasms, she felt more inclined to trust him. He’d shown her nothing but pleasure so far, hadn’t he?

Menace caressed her leg. “Keep your hands over your head and your thighs wide open. I want those feet planted right there.Don’t move when I strike you. That’s the first rule you have to learn when we’re playing impact games. Understood?”

“Yes sir.”

His eyebrow arched in surprise. “Sir?”

She gave a little shrug. “It seemed appropriate. You remind me of the headmaster at my old school with all the rules you’re spouting and that scary thing in your hand.”

He snorted with amusement. “Remind me to hit up the shop tomorrow. I think some costumes might be in order.”

She frowned. “Costumes?”

“I’ll explain later.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “This won’t hurt. You’re going to love it.”

She wasn’t so sure about that, but she’d been skeptical about the multiple-orgasm thing and he’d proven her wrong. He’d been right about the clamps too.

Sitting back on his heels, Menace gathered the long, wide tendrils of the flogger in one hand and gripped the handle with the experience of a master. Her personal experience with being beaten by others told her that he wasn’t far enough away or high enough up to really harm her. There wasn’t enough room for him to get a good swing going.

The tendrils thwacked her left inner thigh first and then the right. The soft tongues licked at her lower belly and then her thighs again. With each flick of his wrist, Menace increased the pressure and the speed. The slow, thudding beat soon became something a bit snappier. Her skin erupted in a blush of heat. It was the strangest sensation and one that she quickly began to enjoy.

It stunned her that something she’d once loathed with the fury of a thousand suns now made her pussy ache with need. What the hell was happening to her? Maybe Menace had it wrong. It wasn’t the Harcos women who were aroused by and needed these kinds of games to climax. It wasshe.

Menace had scooted back enough to put some power into the hits. She moaned as the fast-flicking tongues of the flogger smacked the sensitive skin of her belly and thighs. When they brushed across her breasts, she gasped. Her already throbbing nipples cried out for more stimulation but she didn’t dare let go of the fabric loops she gripped.

And then Menace shocked her by directing the last three whacks right onto her pussy. She cried out at the unexpected thwacks. On instinct, she started to close her legs to protect her vulnerable flesh but remembered at the last second that she wasn’t supposed to move.

Menace caught the quick correction. “Good girl.”

His compliment and pleased smile left her feeling so incredibly proud. He tossed aside the flogger and fell between her legs again. His skin felt cool against the red-hot patches on her thighs. He attacked her pussy with his tongue. It took less than a minute before she shrieked his name and came hard. “Menace! Menace!Yes!”

He lifted his lips from her sex and crawled over her. Mouth hovering just above hers, Menace removed one nipple clamp and then the other. The rush of blood into her pinched nipples made her growl. He smothered her with passionate kisses but didn’t stop tormenting her breasts. He pulled and lightly twisted her nipples as she panted against his throat. Her clit clamored for attention.

“Menace!Please.”

“Beg me, sweetheart.”

Any other man asking her to beg would have gotten punched right in the gut, but Menace’s raspy instruction made her so wet. She wanted to beg him. She wanted him to master her. “Make me come, Menace.”

With a groan, he captured her mouth again. His punishing kiss stole her breath. The hand tormenting her nipple left herbreast and dipped between her thighs. Two wide, long fingers penetrated her slick passage. He thrust slowly at first, allowing her to acclimate to his invasion, but then he found that spot along her inner wall that made her cry out and tense. He laughed triumphantly and began to forcefully fuck her pussy with his digits. His fingertips rubbed that spot again and again.

Legs trembling, she dug her toes into the couch. “Please.Please!”

Menace kissed her cheek. His lips moved to her ear. “Let go, Naya. Come for me. Come for your master.”

Her master? Oh, if anyone could ever possibly earn that title with her, it was Menace, the man who had mastered her body with such ease.

Menace brushed his thumb across her clit. Once, twice—and then she climaxed. Head thrown back, she screamed with delight. Menace buried his face in her neck and nipped at her flesh. The combination of the sharp sting of his bite and the thrusting, strumming fingers between her thighs pushed her into a stratosphere of ecstasy she’d never known existed. She rocked and bucked and shrieked his name. “Menace. Menace.Menace!”

On and on the climax went. When she could take no more, when she was limp with pleasure, she pushed her face against his shoulder and pleaded, “No more, Menace. No more.”

His hand went still between her thighs. Very carefully, he pulled free from her body. His fingers glistened with her nectar and left wet trails along her belly as they moved up her torso. He turned her face toward his and claimed her mouth in a gentle kiss.

Overcome with warring emotions, she gazed up at him. The tenderness reflected in his pale-green eyes left her feeling so confused. Her hatred and frustration with Menace for ruining her plans and taking her away from her friend and her future inthe colonies had all but vanished. How was that possible? How had Menace managed to change her mind so quickly?

Amazing as it had been, it wasn’t just the sex. Oh, he’d rocked her world all right—but there was more to it than that. Other than her father and Dankirk, Menace was the only man of her acquaintance to show her such kindness and patience. She wasn’t naive. She understood that Menace was showing her the very best of him in the hopes she would acquiesce to his desire for her to stay and be his mate.

The idea of choosing him and this new life on theValiantdidn’t terrify her anymore. She wasn’t silly enough to think they were soul mates or anything ridiculous like that but she was wise enough to see that Menace offered her something she’d always wanted. Stability. Happiness. Security.

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