by Piper Stone
“Good girl. Open your mouth.”
She obeyed instantly, a breathless pant pushing past her lips.
Removing his fingers, he shoved them into her mouth. “Suck. Clean my fingers.” He narrowed his eyes, studying her as she licked. When he seemed satisfied, he took a step back, scanning the length of her body. He growled as he looked into her eyes. His expression was one of control, absolute domination. Stretching her arms, he dragged the pad of his index finger down from her neck to the swell of her breasts, drawing a circle. “A good bitch.”
“Yes, sir.”
He dragged his finger down her chest, wiggling the tip until the pearl buttons on her blouse loosened. “Beautiful.” Grabbing her breast, he wrenched and twisted as she bit back a cry.
Her eyes watered as she rose up onto her tiptoes, pain rushing down her spine. When he ripped back her bra, exposing her nipple, she whimpered.
Craze released his hold on her wrists and wrapped his hand around her throat. “Quiet. You’re mine to do with what I want. Never forget that.” Growling, he dropped his head, sucking and biting on her hardened bud.
Blinking, Joelle coughed as a rush of excitement entered her system. Her arms slowly fell by her side. She clenched her fists and gulped for air, every nerve standing on end. As the bite intensified, tears slipped past her lashes. This time, they were tears of ecstasy.
He exhaled slowly and eased back, keeping his hold on her neck. Nuzzling closer, he nipped her earlobe as he whispered into her ear. “Now I’m going to fuck you like the slut you are after I whip your ass.” He dragged her toward the sink, turning her around and forcing her to bend at the waist.
The moment he let go of her neck she gasped, a smile crossing her face. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he unfastened his belt, knowing any minute they’d be interrupted, their intimate act a matter of discovery for those who hadn’t already caught the news. She couldn’t fight her desires, refused to fall into her fears.
Crack!
He slapped the belt onto the floor before doubling the end, wasting no time.
“Oh!” Her strangled yelp was met with a harsh look of displeasure.
“Be quiet, my sweet submissive. Do you understand?” Craze squeezed her breast before yanking the clip from her hair.
As her hair fell around her shoulders she arched her back, a mischievous smile cresting across her face. Perspiration trickled down both sides of her face, a drop slithering onto her lips. She licked furiously as he intertwined his fingers in her hair, yanking back her head.
Craze yanked up her skirt, forcing the tight material around her waist. He smiled as he took a single finger from his belted hand, driving the long digit under the top of her thong and jerking his hand.
The sound of the lace panty being ripped away shot adrenaline through her system. She panted as he tossed them to the floor.
“Mine.” Taking a step back he took a swing, slapping her hard across the upper thighs.
The second and third hit her squarely across the ass.
She bit back a scream as pain rocketed into every cell.
Crack! Whap!
Another volley continued, the smacks even and hard, one right after the other.
“My,” he huffed.
Crack! Pop!
“Beautiful slut.”
Slap! Crack! Crack!
Joelle lost count as the whipping continued, her mind reeling as she accepted the pain, craved more and suddenly a blissful feeling was so powerful she clenched her pussy.
“Yes. My gorgeous submissive, a woman who knows me inside and out.”
The sound of the belt being dropped was nothing but an echo. She lolled her head, her eyes only half open, and licked beads of perspiration from the top of her lip. Sweat and tears fell side by side into the chipped porcelain bowel. The realization made her smile. She was vaguely aware he’d grabbed her hips, yanking her backwards. Then she felt his cockhead pushing past her ass cheeks. She stiffened, her fingers gripping the sink, and tossed her head back.
Craze impaled her dark hole with one hard thrust, grunting as his balls slapped against her ass. “Oh yeah.”
She swallowed and slapped the glass with one hand, ecstasy and agony mixing together in such a heightened dichotomy her breath became constricted.
He repeated the move, holding her still as his cock swelled in her asshole. “See what bad girls get when they forget to wear their plug?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ll learn to obey. You’ll learn.”
As he pumped hard and fast, his actions savage, his fucking brutal, she smiled. Nothing had ever been this right, this perfect. No man had ever understood her needs until now.
A slow growl slipping from his lips, he cupped her naked breast, twisting, his nails digging in. “Such a perfect little bitch.”
“I’m your bitch.”
“Yes, and don’t you forget that.”
Joelle closed her eyes as he continued fucking her, a quiet resolve settling in. This was exactly what she wanted. Seconds later she heard his strangled huff as he exploded inside, the warmth of his cum filling her ass as well as her soul.
When she managed to open her eyes, they looked at each other through their reflection, knowing this was the true start to a powerful relationship.
Craze stood at his window, gazing out at the late afternoon sun. They had been required to keep some distance while the retrial was being considered. Thankfully, Mr. Martin had taken the plea bargain. He was now almost free to spend a good portion of his time with Joelle. She’d left a permanent mark on his psyche, leaving him unable to sleep or eat.
“That’s not the look of a man who’s just presided over the case of his career.”
“Not according to the Press, Mark. The case was a bit of a mess.”
“Eh, what do they know?” Mark walked closer to his desk. “Everyone is eating up your decision to run. I’ve had the National networks calling.”
“I’m not ready for that yet.” Craze grinned. Both he and Joelle had been hounded since the press conference.
“Want to grab a beer?”
“Not really. I’m just tired.”
“Uh-huh. I have a feeling you’re thinking about that leggy blond, the one you’ve been pining away for, breaking every rule wide open. I think you’ve found the love of your life.”
Craze grinned and shook his head. “That transparent?”
“Well, if looks do the telling, I’d say the lovely Ms. Parker is pining away for you as well.”
“What?”
“Yep,” Mark said as he winked. “If I had to tell the truth, I think your magical coupling is going to garner you the win.”
He exhaled and lowered his head. “Hell, I don’t know. Perhaps I was presumptuous.”
“No, you’re already up ten points in the polls.” Mark’s grin grew wider.
“The polls? Jesus.”
“The polls were active months ago. You just never paid any attention. You did good the other day. I’m proud of you. Now, go have fun with her. Get your kink on.”
Craze narrowed his eyes. “Proud? I hope Joelle and the constituents continue to think this way. What do you know about my kink?”
“Oh, come on, you mean other than your news drop about Anastasia? I’ve known you for a decade. I know exactly the kinds of depraved thoughts that big brain of yours has. I’ve been around for a few particularly nasty comments about women. Or did you forget? You never married because that’s not your bag. You found a girl who gets you?”
The question was open ended. “We have a connection.”
“Then don’t waste time, buddy. You ain’t getting any younger. I’ll get out of your hair. Say hello to the lovely Miss Green Eyes for me. Oh, make certain you actually say the words ‘I love you’ this time. Okay?”
He chuckled as Mark walked out of the room and checked his watch. She might still be at the office. Perhaps he could have a talk with her, see if she had any longing to see him agai
n. He looked back out the window, thinking about the intensity of their passion, their enraged hunger.
Brushing his finger across his belt, he emitted a string of growling sounds. Damn the woman made his cock ache. He could stop by, say congratulations on her win then see how she reacted.
Grabbing his keys, he locked up his office and walked out into the hallway, punching the elevator button. Impatient, he tapped his fingers on the wall as he waited, closing his eyes and envisioning her naked, tied to his bed.
Fuck her. Use her. Take her. Own her.
The mantra was the same and despite everything he’d tried to do to push away his needs, his dark hungers remained.
As he walked out of his office building and up the two blocks to his car, he noticed two stores, a flower shop and a jewelry store. Raising his eyebrow, a thought came to mind, one he refused to deny. He looked down at his suit and polished shoes, grimacing. Then he’d make another stop.
“In case you haven’t noticed, there is a celebration going on out here.”
Joelle barely lifted her head. Betsy had been chiding her for a solid thirty minutes to get out of her office and celebrate with the rest of the staff. Yes, they’d worked hard to win the case—all of them. So what if a plea bargain had been reached? The man was going to be behind bars for the rest of his life. The families could rest a bit easier. Absolutely, a celebration was in order given their outstanding Press coverage, but she was in no mood for a party. She wanted time with the man she loved. “I’ll be right there.”
“That’s what you said ten minutes ago.”
“And ten minutes before that. I have to finish up some details and I’ll come out and have a glass of champagne. I promise. Okay?”
“Uh-huh,” Betsy quipped. “Next time I drag you out by your hair.”
“Right.” She gave a stern look before Betsy closed the door and placed her head into her hands. The last few days had taken a toll, not only on her professionally, but her inability to touch Craze, even talking to him had been photographed, studied, parlayed into a story and photographed again. This was something she was going to have to get used to.
She wasn’t into hiding, even though he filled the darkness she’d kept locked away. Groaning, she closed her eyes, remembering every detail of the incredible times together. He’d furrowed into the smallest crevices of her soul. After the press conference, they hadn’t so much as squeezed in a single night together. She was beginning to wonder if his words had been for the cameras only.
The sharp knock on her door pissed her off. “Betsy!”
Betsy tentatively opened the door, peering inside.
“I told you I’d get out there when I could!” Realizing she’d snapped, she immediately softened her face. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I wasn’t going to bother you except you have a visitor.”
“A visitor?” Joelle rose to her feet, her legs shaking. “Who?”
“He wouldn’t say, just asked if you were available for a few minutes.”
“This wouldn’t be the judge by any chance?”
“Uh no, I don’t think so.” Betsy frowned. “I think you just need to come out here. I don’t think he’s going to take no for an answer.”
Joelle nodded. “Please don’t tell me I’m being served with some lawsuit.”
“I have no idea, but if they’re using a service with guys who look like this, I think I’ll break the law.” Betsy chuckled as she walked away, leaving the door open a crack.
She exhaled and moved from behind her desk, her thoughts all over the place. A quick look at her very boring grey suit made her grumble. After jerking off the jacket, she tugged the pin from her hair, swinging her hair up and down then fluffing with her fingers. If she was going to be sued, then she might as well look her best.
Rolling her eyes, she walked toward the door, opening it as if she was taking command. The entire staff seemed to be standing in front of her door, drinks in their hands. They were laughing, happy for the win. She weeded through, accepting congratulations as she smiled, and pushed harder. When she finally was able to break through, she glanced around the room. There was no sight of anyone who didn’t belong.
“Betsy. Did he leave?”
“I’m right here.”
The voice, the sensuous tone, made her pussy clench. Joelle turned to her right, a smile curling on the corner of her mouth. “What are you doing here?” Craze. Craze. Craze! She looked down the length of him and almost melted into the floor. Dressed in faded skin-tight blue jeans, a red t-shirt, a leather jacket and biker boots, he was the epitome of a bad boy, her bad boy.
“I had to come and congratulate the best prosecutor in the city.” Craze walked forward, his hands behind his back.
“I was just doing my job.” Suddenly, all conversation in the room stopped. Her face heated, she inched closer, careful not to trip over her own feet. She glanced to her right and Betsy’s face was positively ashen.
“You did yourself proud.” Craze closed the distance.
“Who is that?” A voice from the crowd asked.
“Oh, that’s Judge Mitchell,” Betsy whispered, the sound reverberating. “He’s the one professing his love to our girl of the hour on television.”
Joelle swallowed hard as Craze’s eyes twinkled. “Thank you. You didn’t have to come down here just to say that. I can see you’re busy, on a ride.” Why did her voice sound so submissive?
Craze shook his head. “I didn’t come just to congratulate you.”
His hot breath created a rush of adrenaline and for a few seconds she wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees, press her face against his groin. “Then why?”
He leaned closer. “I came to claim you.”
“Claim?” Joelle managed.
“Yes. You’re coming with me, but not until I give you this.” Holding out a velvet box, he gave her a look of utter domination.
Everyone in the room exhaled.
Joelle glanced down at the box, her hand brushing across her lips. Tentatively she took the gift, rubbing her hand over the soft velvet. She looked down and tried to think of something to say.
“Open it,” Betsy insisted.
Half smiling, she opened the gift. The sterling silver choker had a single dangling ruby. She sucked in her breath as she fingered the piece. A tiny lock was hidden behind the jewel. How wonderfully intuitive the man was. “Are you certain?”
“Are you?” he asked as he took her arm.
Joelle nodded. “Very.”
Gathering her into his arms, he captured her mouth, pressing his tongue inside. As the kiss intensified, he pulled her to her tiptoes.
“My, oh my,” Betsy breathed.
“Hot,” a co-worker said quietly.
When he broke the kiss he took the collar, placing it around her neck. His whisper was direct. “Mine.”
Her breath skipping, Joelle fingered the jewel, the significance something only she knew. “Betsy. I’m going for a ride.”
“With the judge?” Betsy teased.
She turned and winked. “With Craze, the man who owns and loves me.”
The End
Piper Stone
Piper Stone writes in several genres including erotic romance, Domestic Discipline, spanking, Domination and submission and traditional romance. She has a love of the non-traditional, preferring to create worlds that defy the imagination. Wine and sous vide cooking are only second to her love of golden retrievers and you might find all three nestled in the pages of a book or two. She has several releases coming from Blushing Books including Truth or Dare, Dirty Little Secrets – His Hidden Girl and Power Exchange – Becoming.
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