Special Force

by Paulin, Brynn

  When the first blow came, her breath caught and a quick, pathetic whimper escaped her lips. Fire exploded across her bottom and she bucked. His leg and arm tightened. His hand clapped down again and again while she cried out. Flame rained through her, scorching her rear and licking up into her back and down into her thighs…and her pussy. She closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face, and her attention was caught by the growing tension coiling in her belly and flooding her cunt. Her clit throbbed with the need to be touched, but his grip kept her from squirming for contact.

  “Keon…Keon, please,” she begged as he continued to spank her, the pleasure growing exponentially with each blow. Pain receded to the edges of her senses, sure to return later, but not now. Not now, when everything was rocketing toward oblivion.

  She was crying, flying, and suddenly, her back was to the mattress, her fiery ass rubbing on the coarse hotel bedspread. Keon pushed between her thighs, his pants shoved down his hips. His wide cock sank into her pussy, and Amelia screamed, her back arching with pleasure.

  Chapter Three

  Keon’s mouth was sealed over hers, absorbing her cries of ecstasy as he held her wrists to the bed and pistoned into her clasping channel. She felt every ridge of him as her legs wrapped his hips and she rocked to meet each drive. The head of his cock sawed over her g-spot with each pass while her arousal flooded around him.

  “Amelia,” he gasped. Her name had never sounded so good.

  “Yes… Harder. Please!” she begged, though he already thrust forcefully with each drive. She needed him buried deep inside her, so very deep. Her wrists jerked in his grip as she tried to touch him, but was left with writhing as her only option.

  Her vision blurred, and her body went stiff, her breathing arresting as her being imploded with ecstasy. Keon surged deep inside her, his heat flooding her womb. They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs as he released her hands, turned them to their sides and gathered her close to him. His face pressed into her neck as she smoothed her palms over his back.

  “That might be the best welcome home I’ve ever gotten,” he murmured, his low voice piercing the fuzzy haze surrounding her. An unsettling chill seeped into the warmth of her pleasure, taunting her with the threat of cheapening the moment. Surely, he wasn’t comparing her to someone else—he hadn’t done this with any number of women, had he?

  Bile rolled into her stomach as she squeezed shut her eyes on sudden, overwhelming emotion and forced herself to stay relaxed and breathe evenly. She was overreacting. Even if this were a one-time deal, he’d delivered a fantasy the likes of which she’d only dreamed, and she’d given a soldier a welcome home to remember. A wild sob rolled painfully in her chest, clamping her muscles before gaining sound in her throat. She tried to fight the reaction, but Keon still heard the noise.

  He rolled her to her back, and she winced at the contact with the mattress.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked anxiously, leaning over her.

  She knew he was talking about something other than the spanking. That had been intended as punishment cum pleasure. She shook her head. “I’m fine. It’s just…” She bit the corner of her mouth and settled for the edge of truth. “It’s so…overwhelming.”

  “You didn’t like it?”

  “I did.”

  He studied her and she couldn’t help the feeling her was looking inside her. “I should find some cream to put on your red, little ass,” he said finally. His expression was veiled, but she sensed the disappointment in him. Still, she couldn’t just come out and ask him what his intentions were. Wouldn’t that be just a little grasping and needy? Sadly, she couldn’t help feeling needy and vulnerable after his commanding possession. It had left her destroyed and wanting more.

  The chill around her deepened as he moved away and went to dig in his duffel bag.

  “Turn over,” he said as he returned to the bed.

  Not wanting him to study her face and look inside to her troubled thoughts, she gratefully complied. Curling her arms, she rested her forehead on them. She jumped as icy-cool cream landed on her ass.

  His warm palm rubbed the flesh, pushing away the cold as the skin was soothed. “So…you gonna tell me about it?” he asked.

  “What?” she asked.

  He blew out a low breath that was half growl. “I swear if your ass wasn’t already red, I’d spank you again. Obviously, you haven’t learned your lesson.”

  Learned her lesson? The modern woman inside her reared up, and she lifted to an elbow, glaring over her shoulder at him. “Excuse me?”

  He gave her rear a tap, light yet enough to add a burst of heat. “Tell. The. Truth.”

  “Do you do this often?” she demanded.

  “Have sex?” he asked. “Not in eighteen months.”

  “No. This. The sailor returning to port thing.”

  “Baby, don’t get me mixed up with an anchor clanker.”

  She sat up without care for her behind, an entirely different fire rolling through her as her ire built. “You know what I mean. I’m maybe the best welcome home you’ve gotten? How often do you do this? Never mind,” she rasped, leaving the bed moving for her clothes. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “I’ve only deployed three times,” he laughed.

  “Argh!” she bellowed, reaching for her sandals and fighting the urge to hurl one at his head.

  His arms closed around her from behind, and he pulled her into his body. One arm circled her waist while the other banded beneath her breasts. He kissed her neck. “It’s a figure of speech,” he murmured as he nibbled the skin behind her ear. “No one else has ever welcomed me home like you did. I don’t have a lover in every port. I haven’t had internet relationships with anyone else—not like you. You and only you intrigued me. Not even your sister captured me like you do.”

  Warmth from his words seeped into her, as did embarrassment. “God, I’m pathetic,” she moaned.

  “Adorable,” he corrected. “I’m glad you care. I’d be pissed if you did this with anyone else.” He turned her and held her out by the shoulders. “You haven’t, have you?”

  “No!” she replied indignantly before she saw his small smile. She shook her head. “You’re terrible.”

  “Terribly good. Now, get back in bed.”

  She yawned. “Oh, I don’t know…been there.”

  “Amelia!”

  “Well, when you put it like that,” she laughed, loving her name on his lips.

  “I’m not just saying it,” he said, leaning his forehead into hers. “I’m commanding it.”

  She shivered with pleasure. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Keep saying that, baby. All these months, I’ve been getting to know you and thinking. I have lots of plans for you.”

  “How many plans?”

  “Enough to keep us busy for a long time.”

  “How long?” she asked, feeling breathless as the future opened before them but afraid to hope even as he pulled her tight to his chest.

  “Months long,” he whispered against her lips. “Then…maybe years long. Now, get on the bed, and let me love you properly.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Keon followed immediately, covering her and leading her back to the realm of mindless pleasure where he was definitely the master wielding his brand of command. As she writhed beneath him, she knew this was exactly where she needed to be for as long as they could manage. His special force was just right for her. And as he’d said, she was his.

  About the Author

  When it comes to books and movies, Brynn has one rule: there must be a happy ending. After that one requirement, anything goes. And it just might in her books.

  She lives in Michigan with her husband and two children, who love her despite her occasional threats to smite them. They humor her and let her think she's a goddess...as long as she provides homemade chocolate chip cookies on a regular basis. Brynn has conducted workshops at several writers’ conferences around the country and enjoys mentoring and meeting new
people.

  According to Brynn, her writing success can be attributed to an eclectic collection of music, her local road construction crews, a trusty notebook, and of course, her husband, Mr. Inspiration, who puts up with a lot in the name of research.

  Brynn loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.brynnpaulin.com.

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