Page 121 of Sinner

I stood taller, controlling my breathing as I noticed he was searching the counter of my guest bath. Seeing nothing other than soap and tissue dispensers along with a favorite candle, he wrapped his hand around the end of the belt. With a strange yet very dark look on his face, he held the strap taut and searched the drawers.

I knew the second he found what he was looking for by the strange smile curling on his lips. A wooden brush I’d forgotten all about.

“Mmm…” It was the only sound he made as he gripped the handle, using his knee to close the drawer.

There was no additional explanation of why he was prepared to punish me and I honestly didn’t care about the reason. I was too exhilarated, my heart hammering in my chest from the rush of excitement.

As he pulled the belt even tighter, my gut told me I should be experiencing a moment of suffocation, but I was elated instead. His eyes were even darker than before, but the gold flecks in his irises managed to glow. Perhaps the slight loss of air was making me hallucinate, but, in my mind, he didn’t need a mask.

He brought the brush down four times, issuing a deep growl every time he did. The sound filtered into my ears, forcing the goosebumps to float down my legs as well.

Xander kicked my legs open even wider and pushed his hand down on the small of my back. I placed my palms on the mirror, pushing the surface as he smacked my bottom several times. The thudding sound matched the rapid beating of my heart. The entire moment was strangely cathartic.

He wrapped the belt around his hand with another loop, tightening the leash around my neck even more. I was floating on air, barely cognizant of the pain from the spanking.

My mouth watered, the longing to have his cock shoved against the back of my pinched throat stronger than ever before. He seemed delighted at my reaction, his breathing becoming as labored as mine.

I arched my back, pushing hard against the glass. My fingernails were scraping the mirror, but I was barely cognizant of what I was doing.

“Are you wet for me, little lamb, or do you need more?” he murmured and didn’t give me a chance to answer before plunging all his fingers past my swollen folds.

The moan was bedraggled and I was still gasping for air. The pleasure just as intense as the anguish and I bucked back, meeting every thrust of his flexed fingers. It wasn’t enough. Maybe what he was providing would never be enough.

More. More…

That’s all I could think about, especially when he jammed his fingers past my lips. I sucked on his fingers, cognizant of just how dirty the actions were. But I loved it.

Craved it.

He knew how to handle me, pumping his fingers in my mouth as his smile widened. When he was satisfied I’d cleaned his fingers, he resumed the round of punishment. I was so lost in the sweet rapture the heightened level of discomfort almost didn’t register at all. But the pleasure certainly did as he rubbed the brush between my legs. I was so wet I could easily soak the dense wood.

Panting, I licked my dry lips, only slightly relieved when he let off some pressure on my neck. After coating the back of the brush, he held it in front of my face.

“Now you can see how wet you are, how crazed only I can make you,” he whispered in his husky tone. “Lick it off, little lamb. Do it nice and pretty for me.”

I did exactly as he commanded, licking the brush as if an ice cream cone on a bright, sunny, and very warm day. As I did, I watched his chest continue to rise and fall, his eyes narrowing as he watched me.

Like he’d been doing for weeks.

Watching.

Waiting.

Wanting.

Now the hunted had become the captive.

He smirked and returned to the spanking, delivering six or seven more. I didn’t count. I didn’t care. I simply craved having his cock drive deep inside.

After a few additional strikes of the brush, he tossed it onto the counter, once again burying his head in the crook of my neck. “So perfect. Aren’t you? So inviting. You were waiting for me.”

I said nothing as I closed my eyes, my breathing still raspy. He kept a tight hold on the belt, but I heard the rustling of clothes. I clawed the mirror as he pressed his weight against me just as he’d done before. A soft moan slipped past my lips when I felt the thick throbbing of his cock rubbing against my bruised and heated bottom.

The ruthless man certainly knew how to use anguish as a powerful aphrodisiac.

“You make me do crazy things, Jessica. You have a hold over me I can’t explain.” He twisted his hand, tightening the belt again until I was forced to gasp for air.

With my eyes now open, I studied the chiseled features on his face, noticing the two-day stubble covering his jaw. A part of me craved the man wearing the mask, but being able to bask in his handsome features was delectable.

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