Page 30 of A Dead Man's Pulse
His gaze followed her as she sashayed into the shower, swaying her hips. If ever a woman wanted to be spanked, it was her. DeAngelis had gone through a demonstration, followed by a “hands-on” practice session, so to speak, in their training class. While he’d spanked Dakota several times in class, with everyone else around, she’d been clothed. This was the first time he’d be spanking her with the intent to give her what she was clearly telling him she needed.
Grabbing a condom from a box, he followed her into the shower, and tossed it on the tiled bench. “Hands against the wall and present that fine ass for me, Koko. My brat deserves a spanking before I fuck her silly.”
“If you insist, Sir.”
Once she was in position, the multi-shower heads pelting them both with water, he ran his hands over both ass cheeks, squeezing and rubbing like he’d been taught, to bring the blood to the surface. It would help prevent bruising in addition to being erotic as hell. One of these days, he was going to ask her about fucking her ass, but for today, her pussy would do just fine. He couldn’t get enough of this woman. “Ready, Koko?”
“Oh, yes, Sir.”
He was about to start but remembered one more important question. “What’s your safeword, baby?”
“Red, Sir.” Her tone was one of approval, and it triggered something deep inside him. He was surprised how good it felt, knowing he’d done something that she’d praise him for, as subtle as it was.
“For a count of twenty.” Lifting his right hand, he smacked it against her flesh, and then held it there, letting the heat spread outward.
“One, Sir,” followed a loud moan from her pretty, little mouth, making him impossibly hard.
Logan moved his hand so he could see her skin. He’d hit her hard enough for the area to turn a little pink, but that would change as he continued, each strike a little harder than the last. In class, he’d been learning how to read his submissive’s body to know when she could handle more or if he needed to back off. He let the next smack land on her left ass cheek.
“Two, Sir.”
When he reached ten, Dakota was panting and moaning. Her skin was a beautiful shade of red along her buttocks and sit spots, and he was having a hard time controlling himself. He wanted nothing more than to impale her on his cock, but another thing he’d learned in class was to follow through with what he’d started, whether it was for punishment or pleasure. His submissive was trusting him to know what she needed and to ensure she got it. He’d get his physical satisfaction soon enough, but it meant more to him to give her what she wanted, what she craved. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease her a little along the way.
His hand slid down between her legs, and he found her soaked, and not from the shower. Her body was reacting to his discipline and readying itself for when he would take her. He thrust two fingers in her tight channel, and she clenched her inner muscles around him. “Oh, God, yes! Please, Sir!”
“Not yet, Koko. You have ten more to go, and then I’m going to fuck you from behind, until you shatter around my cock. I love how you scream my name when you come.” Pulling his fingers from her core, he brought them to his mouth, licking her sweet cream from them. “Delicious, baby. Ready for your next ten?”
“I’m green, Sir. Yes, I’m ready. Please!”
The sound of flesh impacting wet flesh bounced off the tiled walls as steam swirled around them. He had no idea if anyone had come into the gym and could hear them, but he doubted it was anything they hadn’t heard before, especially with all the Doms and subs running around this place, and right now he didn’t care. All that mattered was him giving Dakota what she needed before they both found their release.
“Nineteen, Sir!”
“Last one, Koko.” Before giving her the final slap, he reached down and grabbed the condom package, putting it between his teeth and ripping the foil open. His other hand lifted and fell right over the crack of her ass which was now glowing a beautiful shade of red. Quickly donning the latex barrier, he lined his cock up with her pussy. “Fast and furious, baby. I’m not going to be able to hold back. Get ready.”
“Please! Yes!”
He pushed forward, her heat enveloping and scorching him. With a swift thrust, he was buried to the hilt. Her gasps and moans filled the air, and her tight walls were already starting to quiver around him. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.
Reaching around, his fingers found her clit and stroked it as he pumped his hips harder and faster, his pelvis bouncing off her tender ass. Her muscles seized as the orgasm hit her. It felt like the tightest fist had him in its grasp as he neared his own climax. When her keening lessened, he clutched both her hips and plunged deep over and over. “Fuck, baby! So tight! So fucking good! Ahhhhhhhh . . . fuuuuuccccckkkkkk!”
His legs shook as he emptied his seed into the condom. Black and white spots danced in front of his closed eyelids, and he never wanted to leave her body. Damn, he was in trouble. He was falling for her—hard. But she hadn’t given him any indication this was anything more than just sex between them. She’d told him the other night she’d never slept with any of her partners before, and he believed her. However, they both knew he was only a temporary partner. When they caught the Kink Killer, she would go back to her job and a new case, and he would be sent on Trident’s next mission anywhere around the globe. Would that be the end of this . . . this relationship . . . or whatever it was? God, he hoped not—he wasn’t ready to let her go yet and wasn’t sure if he ever would be.
A thousand bees buzzed in Georgia’s head as she floated back to consciousness. Damn, she had to get a new bed. When had her mattress gotten so freaking hard? And where was her pillow?
Blinking her eyelids, she tried to turn onto her side—she rarely slept on her back—but her limbs wouldn’t cooperate. Licking her dry lips, she tried again, but when her arms and legs stopped short, her eyes flew open. She was naked and in unfamiliar surroundings. Yanking harder on the restraints at her wrists and ankles, panic set in. Her heart raced in fear.
Where the hell am I? What the fuck?
Her gaze darted around the room she found herself in, as she tried to figure out where she was, how the hell she got there, along with a who, why, and what. The first thing she realized was she was alone in a concrete structure. There were no windows and only one closed door. Aside from the hospital-type bed she was tied to, there were a few wood cabinets to her left and a large, leather-covered, wooden St. Andrew’s cross to her right. The floor, ceiling and wall around it were stained in brownish splatter, and it wasn’t hard to figure out it was dry blood.
Oh, God! No! No! No!
It couldn’t be! She’d been careful—well, careful enough—hadn’t she? There was no explanation she could think of other than she was in the lair of the Kink Killer.
Maybe it’s a dream. Close your eyes, and when you open them again, you’ll see it’s nothing but a dream.
Georgia knew her hopeful subconscious was wrong, but she tried it anyway. When she opened her eyes again, bile rose to the back of her throat. Nope. It hadn’t made a difference.
