Page 55 of Her Rugged Guardian

I was still in the thinking process when a sharp pain tore through my pelvis and down my legs as he smacked my pussy several times with his thick fingers.

“Ouch!”

“Pay attention, little girl,” he commanded and I was so surprised that I was ready to follow his every command. That just wasn’t like me in the least. I rarely followed anyone’s rules, which had gotten me into hot water more than once. “I can see I’ll need to tame you.”

As he breathed a swath of hot air across my pussy, I was thrown into a perfect moment of ecstasy. He’d have his hands full if hereally believed he could tame me. That wouldn’t be an easy feat, not after everything I’d been through. But if I had to admit the truth to myself, I couldn’t wait to see him try. Push and pull. Love and hate. I was up for the challenge.

Or so I thought.

He was famished, his needs spiraling out of control. I knew that the moment he picked up the pace, licking me furiously as he thrust several fingers into my tight channel. This wasn’t about a tender moment. It certainly couldn’t be considered making love. But my God, it felt unlike anything I’d ever experienced, raw ecstasy sweeping through me like fire consuming dry timber.

I tossed my head back and forth, bucking up from the bed. He was having none of it, but instead of pushing me down as he’d done before, he slid his hand up my stomach to my chest, pinching my already aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, God.” Stars were once again floating in front of my eyes, my breath stolen as the combination of pain and pleasure drifted into scintillating rapture. I kept my fingers wrapped around the bedding, jerking and pulling it as an orgasm quickly rushed up from my toes.

He took that moment to smack my pussy again, the incredible control he had keeping my mind spinning as the electric sensations seared every nerve ending.

“Oh. Oh. Yes. I…” There was no chance of issuing any coherent words, no possibility of doing anything but accepting his control, enjoying the moment. His rough actions remained, the man licking up and down my pussy furiously as he growled like the animal he was.

“Good girl,” he breathed. How strange for me to want to be his good girl. That was so unlike me, but this man could turn me into mush any day of the week.

He already had.

The way his fingers dug into my thighs was as protective as it was possessive. I knew he’d never let anyone hurt me. The thought was terrifying as well as comforting.

As soon as I started to come down from the high, he released his hold. I studied him in my sensual fog, laughing from the way he dragged his tongue around his lips, gathering every bead of my cum. He was slow in his actions, taking his time to rise to his feet. God, I adored that way he towered over me, peering down as if I was the finest piece of rare filet, his eyes hooded, his chest heaving.

How could any man be this insanely gorgeous?

I noticed him grab his belt, yanking the thick strap from his trousers. I whimpered, trying to crawl off the other side of the bed, but I had no strength left.

“Not so fast, little girl.”

“I don’t want another spanking.”

“That’s not what you’re getting.”

He didn’t give me time to ask what he was doing before crawling onto the bed, not only yanking me into the middle but spinning me around so my legs were facing the head of the bed. He grinned as he yanked my arms over my head, straddling my waist then sliding the belt under my wrists.

“What are you doing?” I asked, the tone and clipped words more of a demand.

“Tying you to the bed, sweetheart, which is exactly what you deserve.”

“Wait a minute.”

“Nope.”

I struggled with him even though I knew there was no way I was going to win this round. Within seconds, he had me firmly secured to the iron post of the footboard. That didn’t stop me from continuing to struggle, moaning when all I managed to do was to tighten the strap.

“You’re terrible,” I hissed.

“Yep.” He climbed off the bed and I’ll be damned if he didn’t leave the room entirely.

“What are you doing?” I heard the strain in my voice and groaned all over again. If the man was trying to assert his authority, he’d done so brilliantly. Even I hadn’t thought he’d stoop to something this… I wanted to think the word ‘low’ but the truth was, I was tingling all over with additional excitement. It was crazy. The fact we’d fucked already and he had lips and a tongue that could make any girl beg or agree to anything the man wanted couldn’t matter. I still didn’t know him that well.

For all I knew, he was the crazed guy who’d stood outside my house, watching me like the possessive man he was. Granted, that was more than a little farfetched, my thoughts bordering on hysterical, but as I tossed and turned on the bed, the bad girl side of me took over once again.

“Damn you, asshole! I’ll get you for this.” All I heard was my voice slightly echoing and a single woof from my treacherous dog, who couldn’t care less that his Mommy dog was tied up like some convict. He’d found the rugged man who’d given me the best orgasms of my entire life more attractive than his own Mommy dog.

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