Page 60 of Longing for Liberty
He closed the space between us and wrapped his large hand around the back of my neck. “I’m still upset with you.”
My eyes dropped, then flitted back up to him. “I’m sorry.”
He nodded almost imperceptibly. “You can’t help your nature.”
I was not going to internalize or pick apart those words at this moment.
Fitzhugh lowered his face like he was going to kiss me, but instead, his lips moved to my ear, and his fingers tightened on my neck. “You will be punished today.” He kept his face next to mine.
A shiver of fear went through me, and he chuckled darkly again.
I immediately thought of the stockade, and my breath shortened with each small intake.
“Take off all of your clothes and place your hands flat on the table.”
Okay, so, not the stocks. I allowed relief to seep in as I did what he said, my heart pounding, while he disappeared into the bedroom. He came back out with the plug, the oil, and a long, flat piece of wood that reminded me of a ruler. My heart accelerated at the sight of it.
He poured oil onto my crack and massaged it around. For the first time ever, instead of easing me into it, he pressed the pointed bulb to my back hole and pressed it firmly upward in one shove. I went up on my toes and gasped. Then I felt a sting across my cheeks and let out a surprised yell.
“You stole something from me, Liberty,” he said softly into my ear. “Fromus.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
I breathed heavily as two more sharp slaps of wood hit my ass, making me jump.
“You will be sorry. Because I’m still going to have you, but it won’t be as nice as I’d planned.”
I tensed and whimpered as three slaps landed on my cheeks.
“I wondered before if you could handle it.” Another sting. “But now I know you can.”
I didn’t understand how this man was able to have me so wildly turned on and terrified all at once.
“Amos!” He whacked me over and over, the stinging pain turning to a throb and making my eyes water. “I’m sorry…” I yelped at one lastthwackand then panted, closing my eyes.
Amos went to his knees and took my waist in his hands, kissing my bottom gently. He kissed all around, lapping at my sore skin with his tongue. He turned me, pressing my painful ass into the side of the table as he ran his tongue over my swollen bud. I grabbed his damp hair, throwing my head back. Two more seconds and I would be coming. But he didn’t let me.
He stood up and pulled the elastic waistband of his workout pants down, holding his hard girth in his hand as his intense eyes found mine.
“Turn around.”
I obeyed, bracing myself as he took hold of the jeweled end of the plug. I gave a slight push, and shuddered as he yanked it out, tossing it to the ground. Just as quickly, his thick head was there, pushing.
“Amos—”
“Take it,” he commanded me as he shoved past my barrier with a grunt. “You can handle it.”
He was right. It hurt, but the pain was manageable and already ebbing into something else. I shouted as he pumped deeper, not taking his time or being gentle. When he was all the way in, pressing his whole body into me from behind, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me upright. His free hand pressed into my lower belly, and he yanked my head at an angle to see the side of my face.
“Who do you belong to, Liberty?”
“You, Amos.”
His hand over my stomach lowered to cup my crotch. “And this?”
“Yours,” I said again, making small yelps as he pumped his hips with hard upward thrusts. I was so close to coming apart before he pressed me forward again and abruptly pulled out, tucking his still-hard self back into his pants.
“You’ll work naked today.”
