Page 49 of Clawed
Her eyelids closed slowly as though she’d known what his response would be all along.
“Legs apart.”He kicked gently at the inside of one of her heels to reinforce the demand, his arousal swelling as she duly obeyed.Her compliance had an air of resignation about it, as though she realized there was no getting away.It was time for her to pay the piper.“You’re going to get a decent spanking, little girl.One that I suspect is well overdue.”
Her head fell forward, leaning against the painted door.“No one’s spanked me since you and Mr.Fuller, sir.”
She shivered, and he wondered whether the gesture was motivated by fear or excitement.His lips curled at the possibility it could be both.
“I’m not used to your punishments anymore.”
More’s the pity.
Stroking her soft flesh, he imagined an alternative life where Hannah had stuck around to remainusedto his punishments.It was an alluring thought.If she’d refused to take the stand, she could have chosen to stay with him.They could have been together during those long, shitty years he’d spent at the Crown’s leisure, but instead, she’d testified and her evidence had helped to convict him.
However pitiful her appeals became, she deserved what was coming.
“Then brace yourself.”He patted her delicious rump.“Because you’re about to get used to it again, little girl.”
Lifting her head, her back arched, as if inviting him to punish her.He smirked at that, taking her lead, and walloping both her cheeks.She flinched at the strikes, her hands splaying as she absorbed the hurt.He hadn’t put much effort into the blows, and there’d be a lot more to come, but he wasn’t a complete brute.
He wanted to give her time to acclimate.
She would suffer, but he knew how to make her soar.
“I want silence from you while you’re punished.”He rained a flurry of fast swats over her defenseless backside, increasing the intensity of each strike as he went.“If you can’t oblige me on this, Hannah, then I’ll be gagging you as well.”
He motioned to the open cupboard, smirking at the dental gag he knew was waiting in there, though he doubted she’d seen the gesture.His old friends and colleagues had proved most helpful after he’d gotten out of jail, providing a host of unused dental equipment.He hadn’t been sure how they’d react to his approaches at first, but most of them shared his proclivities and were happy to assist.“I have plenty of spare equipment here to help you.”
She inhaled sharply, the only answer he’d allow as the inside of his hand branded her delectable ass once more.She was so perfect for him, the curve of her bottom filling the cup of his palm as though she’d literally been made to order.After waiting for so many nights to finally have her back, nothing and no one was going to persuade him otherwise.
She was his.
Stifling a cry, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she tried to manage the pain.
“I said silence, little girl.”His tone was terser, but his hand paused, straying along her inner thigh.“Don’t test me on this.”
She twisted over her shoulder, and he saw the desperation flicker in her eyes—a thousand things she wanted to say, all sealed within her pursed lips.
“You can be good,” he assured her, allowing his other hand to settle on her hip before it roamed over the smooth skin he’d just shaved.“I know you can.”
Not that he yearned for her to be.He’d reward good behavior, but like a stiff drink when he needed it, he much preferred it when she was strong, undiluted, and undeniably bad.
She pulled in a shaky breath, apparently grateful for the reprieve he was offering, though, of course, she couldn’t tell him so.
“And you know, whenyou’regood,Ican be good for you, too.”
The fingers trailing over her pussy lowered and teased her wet seam.She panted at the gesture, her hips rolling forward to seek the thrill of the friction they offered, and he smiled at how predictable she was.Hannah was good at protesting, but she was also a master at receiving whatever pleasure he bestowed.Based on her helpless predicament, he reasoned she’d do just about anything to persuade him toward gratification.The problem for Hannah was, he could be gratified by spanking and fucking her alone.
Her head fell backward when he dipped a finger inside her, his cock fit to burst at the warm and wet sensation that gripped his digit.Slipping a second finger to join the first, he noticed she was doing an admirable job of keeping the volume of her guttural reactions to a minimum, but he had no intention of doing the same.
“Fuck, little girl.”
He whispered the words into the side of her head, one of his hands clawing at her punished ass while the fingers of the other reveled in her glorious wet heat.Slowly, methodically, he eased his fingers out of her before fucking her with them again, and inevitably, despite his warning, the growing hedonism won out, teasing the first frantic mewl from her parted mouth.
“Oh, sir,” she whimpered, her head lolling in his direction.
He rebuked her wordlessly, employing the hand at the base of her backside into action as it rose and clipped the underside of her bare skin.Over and over it struck her, ramping up the sensation as his fingers curled inside her and eased her leisurely toward ecstasy.She screamed at the hurt, but her hips slid forward all the same, as though she was keen for the pain to amplify her already slick arousal.
Smiling at her outburst, he skimmed her clit with the heel of his hand, watching her eyes flutter shut while she gasped for air.
