Page 71 of Seducer

I backed away from the desk, allowing her some space as well as a moment of peace. She totally ignored me, turning her back on me before tossing her arms around her waist, her labored breathing almost preventing her from unfastening her skirt.

Several lurid, depraved thoughts swelled in the back of my mind. Using caution with her at this point was important. If I didn’t, I stood a chance of losing her before the real games began. That would gut me.

She pressed both hands on her skirt, shimmying out of the material. There was no look over her shoulder when she took her time folding the material. She was buying time, uncertain of exactly how she felt about what was about to happen.

But I knew.

The temptress had finally met her match and was eager to surrender in body and soul. Or maybe I was just pushing the moment more than I should. I chuckled to myself as I removed my jacket, tossing it across the back of the leather chair. She seemed caught by the slight noise I made, sneaking a look as I unfastened my cuffs, methodically rolling both sleeves up to my elbows.

The simple gesture seemed to mesmerize her, enough so she even dragged the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip. I moved my hands to my belt and her eyes opened wider than I’d seen them before. For all her posturing, she was still an innocent lamb unprepared for the slaughter.

Training her would be a great joy.

If she could survive my methods.

She shuddered audibly before sliding her fingers under the tiny strings keeping her G-string in place. My gaze drifted to her rounded bottom, my dark cravings coming forth. I longed to sink my teeth into the soft, round flesh of her buttocks. I kept a smirk on my face as I slowly tugged the leather strap from my belt loops.

There were dozens of questions I longed to ask her, but tonight wasn’t the right time. A buzz kill I didn’t want or need. I had a feeling she wouldn’t like being grilled about a past she’d worked so hard to pretend never existed.

Sara didn’t need to be told to get into position. She was truly a born submissive, rolling her waist over the edge and gently guiding her arms to the other side. With her long torso, she was easily able to grab the edge with her fingers. While my desk was wide enough, the back of her legs even in heels were stretched, the view was simply magnificent.

A belt was so pedestrian, but when push came to shove, the strap worked just fine. Tonight was about enticing her latent desires. More would come.

Although I couldn’t wait to see my marks covering her beautiful skin. She remained tense, more so as I approached, but made not a single sound. She’d worked very hard in her life to keep from whining or allowing anyone to learn of her discomfort or plight. Another reason to admire her.

I abhorred those who whined about their lot in life. I’d never been given that chance. I’d fought my way through every ugly situation, every harsh beating, and nights starved and kept in the worst possible conditions. I’d done so without shedding a single tear or whimpering. I’d learned early on that no one cared.

The moment I was only a few inches away from her, I inhaled, savoring the sweet aroma the moment offered. Luscious was the perfect word. Her body was quivering, but barely enough for me to see. She was a very strong young woman. What she’d endured in her life had strengthened her backbone.

On that thought, I rolled my fingers down her spine. She didn’t move a muscle as I did, keeping her face planted forward the entire time. The only sign of her discomfort was in the way she dug her fingers into the smooth wood.

When I reached the crack of her ass, she bristled. I brushed the tips down the center of her buttocks while using my leg to push hers further apart. I could play this simple game all night, but this was meant as a taste. I wanted her not only craving more, but ready and eager to do whatever it took to be a candidate.

I took a step away, stretching the strap in my hands. The fact she offered no reaction kept the short fuse ignited. If she believed she could win the contest by using a form of denial, she was dead wrong.

No one could resist the darkness I offered.

I cracked the belt across her bottom, careful my aim was exactly where I wanted.

It was.

Yet she didn’t react. There were no whimpers, no jumps from the force used.

I brought the strap down again in four rapid strikes. Her body finally jolted, the impressions made on her skin exactly as I wanted.

Another six were delivered, two I sliced across the tops of her thighs.

The woman was as frustrating as she was beguiling, her refusal to acknowledge any pain driving me crazy. I took a deep breath, moving closer and caressing her red and heated skin. “You’ll be sore in the morning.”

“What makes you think dancing doesn’t make me sore every night?”

“It’s entirely different when you can’t sit comfortably.”

“Pain means nothing to me, Mr. Blackwell. I came to embrace the need in our lives a long time ago. Without agony, there’d be no possibility of enjoying what we have.”

“Very profound coming from someone so young.”

“Age is just a number.” Sara’s voice held a tone I recognized all too well.

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