Page 80 of Possess Me
“You’re terrible.”
“So I’ve heard. Now I get to enjoy my prize.” I took a step away, tipping my head from one side to the other as I admired her.
She bucked hard against her bindings, her lovely face twisting the same way she was doing with her hands.
“You can try all you want, but you’re not getting free.”
“Let me guess,” she purred. “Your mother taught you how to tie knots.”
I lifted both eyebrows. “In fact, she did.”
“Maybe I need to meet this woman and complain that she destroyed her son’s chivalry.”
“Maybe chivalry isn’t in my genes. Careful, my bad girl pilot. My mother would eat you for breakfast.” I cupped both breasts and the moment I did, my balls tightened.
When I pinched both nipples at the same time, her eyelids closed, a warm flush cresting across her cheeks as she issued a single whimper. “You underestimate me.”
“I’m sure I do.” As I continued twisting the tender buds, she jerked her bindings again. I loved the way she continued to flex and fist her fingers.
I lowered my head, trying my best to keep my eyes on her. As I licked one taut nipple, she rewarded me with a not-so-subtle growl that would rival my own. Her chest rose and fell in a sensual way, providing assistance when I pulled the tender tissue into my mouth.
As a spray of hot water danced over us, she threw her head back, opening her mouth. The long line of her neck and body was picture perfect.
I rolled my lips to her other nipple, taking my time dragging my tongue in circles while I flexed my fingers open, dragging them down her chest to her stomach. I even took the time to swirl my finger around her belly button.
She refused to give up trying to escape even as I shoved my hand between her thighs.
“Oh, my. You are truly just…”
“Cat got your tongue?” I said and drove three fingers into her tight channel. What did the little vixen do? She managed to lift and bend her legs, maneuvering until she was able to kick me in the stomach.
I fell back on purpose, acting shocked.
The look of satisfaction on her face was priceless.
Her wink added fuel to the fire. “I think you’re right. I underestimated you, but in an entirely different way than you’re thinking.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning,” I said as I grabbed the bath brush that adorned the marble shower space. “You need daily lessons in following the rules.”
When I spun her around to face the shower wall, she gasped and immediately threw her head over her shoulder. “You are not going to spank me.”
“I feel it’s my duty to do so.”
She refused to stop wiggling even when I touched the back of the wooden brush to her bottom. In fact, she arched her back as if testing me.
I cracked the brush against her right butt cheek and she shuddered both visibly and audibly. There was something very powerful about disciplining a woman. Yes, I’d done so with a couple of women over the years, but nothing then had felt quite so satisfying.
When I repeated the strike on the left cheek, she gritted her teeth.
“I will remember this for a very long time.” Her words were said with a lilt.
“I don’t think I’ll mind, but if I have to repeat myself you will be forced to sit through another lesson. If you can sit comfortably.”
With four brutal smacks, I grabbed her attention to the point she was now standing on her toes with both hands fisted. I repeated the same number, stopping long enough to admire the light blush marks on her skin. Only a bad man would crave marking a woman.
The thought of who’d punched her beautiful face was never far from my mind. Whoever it was would pay a damn brutal price.
