Page 20 of Defiant
Still, I try to wriggle out of his grip, yanking down my arms, trying to get away.
“Stay still!” Black orders.
My traitorous body immediately complies.Dammit.
Black chuckles, like he knows how pissed I am about the fact that I just listened to his order, my limbs falling like dominoes, self-preservation taking a backseat to his command. “Did you feel that, Princess? That’s spanking number one. Count them.”
Another smack makes my left ass cheek burn, driving my self-loathing away as pain becomes a more pressing concern. But though the strike was hard enough to push my hips into the table, I realize with a start that it’s nowhere near a quarter of Black’s strength. He could easily break me. One hit at full force could make me black out. So why’s he taking it easy? Or … is he toying with me?
Whack!“You didn’t count, Princess. If you don’t count, you get extra.”
“One,” I say on an exhale, still trying to puzzle this out. But the spankings start coming more rapidly and the strikes set a wildfire ablaze on my ass. Then Black starts to purr while he spanks me. My vision blurs as the purr slides in through my ears and turns my thoughts into floating sparkles. I can’t think straight about his motives, about his intentions, about anything after that.
I become a mindless mess of sensation as Black spanks me and my mouth automatically spits out the count, though my brain doesn’t even register it.
Black shoves my legs apart and keeps spanking me, each strike of the paddle edging a little closer to my pussy. His purring intensifies and I hear the keen erupting from my mouth. My mindless wail ends on a desperately broken, “Black, please.”
I’m not sure if I’m begging for mercy or an orgasm. Perhaps both.
But it must be the signal he’s waiting for. Black steps back and I hear the clatter of a paddle on the table next to me as he tosses it aside.
I straighten slowly, stiff, and still unable to use my bound hands. When I’m upright I look for Black, who appears in front of me with a knife in his hands.
Fear kicks me, but Black simply takes my hands, pulling them toward himself. Then he slices through the zip tie that was restraining them. He pulls away my wooden stake. He tosses the tie and my makeshift weapon on the carpet.
I meet his gaze and am startled by the intensity I find in his eyes. The air rumbles between us and the earth quakes, and though neither of us says a word, I know without a doubt that something monumental has just shifted between Black Maddox and me. What I don’t know is if I like it.
8
Black
I can seehow fast Elena’s breath is coming, how hooded her eyes have gotten, and that scent … there’s no denying she’s as affected by me as I am by her. An omega. The most fucking rare of the shifters and I’ve stumbled right over one who’s perfect. She’s delectable. Delicious. So goddamned gorgeous that she takes my breath away. Pile that scent on top. The fact that her little body will take my knot once I get her into a heat. Or even how she’ll beg once I get her into a heat. Fuck. She’ll make me the envy of every damned alpha out there. Including Stone. Because I’m keeping her.
But I want to do this right with her. Elena’s going to be my mate and we’re going to have to live with the memory of our first time forever. I want it to be seared into her mind as the most erotic moment of her life. So I back off, even though all the blood in my body has fled my head and I’m almost dizzy with lust.
“Go shower,” I order, pointing across the room to the white paneled door that leads to the basement bedroom and en suite bath.
Elena stares at me with those moonlit eyes for a second before she dashes away like she’s afraid I’ll chase her.
Part of me wants to. But if I do, I know what will happen and she’s not ready for it.
Besides, I’ve already caught her.
She’s on the hook. Now I just have to reel her in.
I hear the water start and I can’t help walking closer. I head through the doorway of the bedroom and torture myself with the sight of that closed en suite bathroom door, knowing that my fantasy lies behind it.
I wonder if she’ll finish what I started while she showers? I glance down at my dick, which strains against my pants, and decide thatIneed to finish what I started. I shove my sweats down my thighs and spit on my hand before I grip the top half of my dick in my right hand. I start to stroke, picturing the red marks on Elena’s ass after I spanked her, how she’d unconsciously bucked once or twice to meet my paddle. She fucking liked it. I know she won’t admit it now, but one day I’ll get her to—one day I’ll have her begging me to spank her. My eyelids flutter closed and I use my thumb to swipe across the sensitive head of my dick, my balls tightening.
And then I smell it. My head jerks up, toward the bathroom door, which she closed firmly behind her—locked no doubt.
I walk forward, pants falling farther down my legs and puddling around my ankles as I do. I take a deep inhale.
Yup.
There’s no doubt about it. Elena’s in there touching herself. That soft, sweet white chocolate and floral scent is so strong that it drifts underneath the door and makes my dick harder than a rock. Inside my head, my wolf howls his delight as I picture Elena leaning against the tan tiles that line the shower. Her black hair is soaked and sticks to her skin, the sides of her breasts, hanging down her back. Water droplets trail over her nipples. Her hand slides down that firm, smooth stomach to her pussy, spreading those lips so that her thin fingers can dip inside herself. But it won’t be enough.
She’ll lean there against the wall and imagine it’s my dick plunging into her, spreading her apart. She’ll reach her other hand down to play with that little clit of hers at the same time, circling around and around until she spirals into oblivion and her thighs buck.
