Page 40 of Tamed

I shivered.

The room was so quiet, the sound of my ragged breathing almost too loud. But not louder than my heartbeat which was threatening to deafen me.

He was actually going to do it. He was actually going to spank me.

My entire body tightened, the ache of desire between my thighs becoming demanding. Every nerve ending, every inch of skin, felt sensitized.

God, all he’d have to do was touch me and I’d go up in flames. How humiliating was that? To be so desperate for his attention — any attention — that all he’d have to do was breathe on me and I’d come.

It was agonizing. I didn’t want to feel this way. I didn’t want to be that desperate. What I wanted was forhimto be that desperate forme.

“Caleb,” I began, twisting on his lap.

“Be still.” His voice was full of a dark authority that had me freezing place before I’d even consciously thought of doing it.

Then his hand settled on the back of my neck, gripping me, holding me still like a kitten taken by the scruff. And before I could say anything, before I could even think, he took a handful of my dress and yanked it up to my hips.

Cool air moved over my hot skin. But then the same hand jerked the lacy little thong I’d been wearing down, exposing me completely.

He didn’t give me a moment to adjust or brace myself. The flat of his hand came down on my butt with hard crack and he didn't hold back. It hurt. It fucking hurt.

Tears sprang instantly into my eyes, and I gasped aloud.

My skin was on fire, and I’d barely had time to adjust to that when his palm came down once more, sending another shot of pain through me, then a third time, hard and fast.

I bit my lip, tasting blood, stifling my involuntary cry of pain because there was no way I was going to give him the satisfaction of hearing it. Then I stared at the carpet, my vision swimming with tears, barely able to think, panting like I’d run fifty miles.

My butt was hot and sore, yet beneath it was that throb that wouldn’t leave me alone. The ache that had intensified. That made me want to put my hand between my thighs and touch myself, make myself come because I was so fucking close, I was almost squirming in his lap.

I didn’t understand how pain and pleasure could twine around each other, knotting together so I couldn’t see where one ended and the other began. I couldn’t understand either, how the humiliation I felt wasn’t from being spanked like a child, but from how badly I wanted him to keep going.

And I badly — badly— wanted him to keep going.

I blinked my tears back, furious with myself. Furious that I’d ended up over his knee because I wanted to show him I could handle it. That I could handle whatever he threw at me, and yet here I was, very obviously not handling it.

“What did I tell you to do?” Caleb ordered harshly. “Say it, Isabel.”

My shocked brain stumbled, trying to make sense of it. “I…. I…”

His hand came down on my butt yet again and I flinched automatically. But it wasn’t to spank me this time. Instead, his large, hot palm cupped one ass cheek and squeezed it. Hard.

“Oh my God,” I whispered as a burst of pleasure and pain so intense I could hardly breathe rushed through me.

“Say it.”

Even now some part of me didn’t want to give in. It wanted to tell him that he could go fuck himself, and then maybe he’d spank me again, and it would feel so damn good. But despite all my protestations, I didn’t think I could handle that quite yet, so I clawed my way through the fog of pleasure/pain, and stammered, “You t-told me to s-suck it.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I told you to do.” Then, again so fast, I didn’t know what was happening, he shifted me off his lap, sliding me down to the floor so I was kneeling between his spread thighs, my underwear still pulled down and one strap of my dress half-off my shoulder.

He leaned over me and again I was drawn into the black storm of his gaze. His heat was surrounding me, the scent of him like a drug I couldn’t get enough of, and all there was in the world was that flame in his eyes.

Like a shock it hit me. He looked…hungry. As if he’d enjoyed spanking me. As if he’d got off on it.

I swallowed, my butt still warm from his palm, the pressure of my arousal almost unbearable.

He didn’t look away. He took my hand and drew it slowly between his legs, holding my palm down over his fly.

I gasped like the little virgin I was, because that’s when I felt him through the wool of his pants, long and thick and hard. And so hot and holy shit, so big.

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