Page 28 of Betrayed

Before her lust-sluggish brain could register his meaning, he bent her over his arm and then his broad palm connected rapidly with her bare backside. Fast, staccato smacks, alternating first left then right, fell with commanding efficiency.

Swiftly, she provided the requisite reply, “I’m sorry for the disrespect, sir. I promise I’ll do better.”

At least a dozen more scorching swats landed before he stopped and pulled her upright to face him once again.

“You’re out of practice.” One hand curved around her heated behind as the fingers of the other returned to her breast. He gave her cheek a hard squeeze, which coincided with a delicious pinch and roll of her nipple. “My lash will help it all come back to you, should you err again.”

The twin sensations, along with the thought of a flogging or perhaps his leather belt crisply striking her skin, excited her more than she wanted to show. But she failed in suppressing her groan, and her “Yes, sir” was nearly incoherent.

“Tsk, tsk,” he chided with a grin. “If threats of a strapping make you moan in anticipation, I’ll have to come up with a less appealing and more creative brand of punishment. Won’t I?”

“Your lash will be sufficient, I’m sure, sir.”

“Doubtful,” he chuckled. “Up on the bed with you now.”

After climbing on top of the burgundy-and-gold brocade spread, she knelt. With her hot cheeks resting on her heels, she clasped her hands behind her back, watching as he crossed the room to a heavy, burnished mahogany armoire with ironwork hinges and hand-carved embellishments.

“French gothic,” he murmured in approval as he paused in front of the gorgeous piece. “The details in this room are amazing.”

“Decadence is the perfect name, sir.”

“Good girl. You remembered.”He glanced over his shoulder and caught her peeking.

Instead of closing her eyes and pretending she’d obeyed, she froze, staring at the sensual flame that sparked in his eyes as they swept down her naked body.

“Yet, you continue to be rather disobedient. Is this the norm for you?”

“Um, no, not usually. But as you say, I’m out of practice and the scenes I usually do are in the main room. They happen fast, I’m restrained, usually flogged, and then, well...” She shrugged.

“How disappointing for you. Even with punishment, I can promise you’ll never get a drive-by spank-and-fuck from me.” He shook his head in disgust and muttered in rapid French that ended with something likeimbéciles.

“Pardon, chérie, but these so-called doms you’ve been associating with are nothing short of ham-handed, precipitous fools. Lucky for you, I’m about to change all of that.” When his eyes met hers once again, he raised his forefinger and rotated it slowly. “I told you to close your eyes for a reason.” He waited with a dark brow arched until she had turned to face the headboard before continuing. “I don’t want to reveal all of my evil plans for you just yet.”

His veiled threat had Mari shivering with anticipation.

“I believe I’d prefer you prone,” he ordered further, “with that rosy-red derriere up in the air.”

“Yes, sir,” she promptly replied as she stretched out flat on her stomach.

She almost turned at the sounds of doors creaking and drawers sliding in and out. Mari squinched her eyes shut, vowing to obey. He had been patient so far, but she didn’t know him well enough to predict when that would end or how creative Master Arturo could be with consequences beyond a spanking. The image of him wielding his bullwhip came to mind and created another rush of wetness in her already saturated pussy. She’d be dripping soon if she wasn’t already.

Several moments passed with more creaking and crackling of plastic wrapping. There was a brief silence before the bed shifted. The warmth of his fingers brushed her skin, followed by something cool wrapping around her arm, wrist to biceps. The other arm received the same treatment before he moved them both to the center of her back. What followed was a series of jerks and tugs in progression from top to bottom as he laced her into what could only be an arm binder. She’d never worn one before but had seen them in a catalog Derek used to get.

Derek...

Shaking off the random memory, she warned herself not to go there.

When the yanking and tugging stopped, she could no longer move her arms, completely immobilized. Arturo leaned forward and brushed his lips along her shoulder. The next instant, he flipped her onto her back. The binder forced her spine into an arch, which pushed her chest upward, her nipples pointing toward the canopy.

“You have the most beautiful breasts,” he murmured, curling his hands around each one and pushing them together. Plumped up and fuller, his mouth closed around the nipple and sucked fervently. Before he released it to move to the other, she felt his teeth drag over the sensitive, pliant flesh, until he reached the tip. Then he clamped down, enough to cause a sharp nip of pain that lasted for the briefest moment, before his tongue soothed the sting.

She groaned. So good.

He was rough enough to set her heart pumping, and so sensual he kept her needy pussy at the ready. Mari took a shuddering breath, never wanting the sweet torment to end, but all too soon he raised his head. His eyes lingered on the hard wetness of her nipples a moment before he rocked forward and took her mouth. He’d said after the first kiss there was no turning back, and he was right. After a three-year drought, she wanted him to linger, but after his tongue and voracious lips made her breathless, he moved off the bed and around the end.

Strong fingers clasped her ankles, flipped her again then dragged her slowly toward him. Her tender nipples felt every inch of the textured brocade bedspread. When her feet came to the end, he separated her legs about two feet apart and guided her ankles into some kind of rigid frame.

“You may look now.”

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