by Emily Tilton
The way I deserve. The way I need. The thoughts that had seemed so insane when Tess had had to think them about the sociopathic mercenary commander who had taken her prisoner as one of his disciplined whores suddenly seemed to make much more sense, with Jack whipping her and Jack fucking her. They seemed almost healing, now… as if a part of Tess that she had always pressed back into the darkness had crept out into the light so that she could cherish it, and hold it close, even though what it wanted was, strangely enough, to be put over Jack’s knee and spanked.
Just as Jack will… Oh, please… please, will he… over his knee… his huge hand coming down on my little bottom…
On the absolute edge of her orgasm, she sobbed, “Jack… please…” She meant, though it made no sense at all, that she wanted him to take her over his lap right then, like a naughty little girl, and make everything alright again.
“Shh,” he said, and then to her distress he pulled his cock out of her pussy. For a moment she thought he had read her mind, and she wanted to say, No… I was wrong… keep fucking me… please don’t stop!
But then he said, “Tess, I’m going to fuck your bottom now. Open up for me like you did for the plug.”
“Oh, God,” she said. “Please… Jeffrey will…”
She knew that if they were discovered that way, with Jack’s cock in her ass, the consequences would more terrible than she could probably imagine. Torture, not discipline. Real death. Jeffrey had told her that her ass belonged to him, and she had known somehow even on the first night that he had meant he would kill anyone who tried to steal its pleasure, and would kill her as part of the bargain if she showed any complicity in the theft.
But could she deny that a part of her at least would rather die than live like this? Would rather die than not have that shameful, special part of her stolen from the man who had first ravished it and so cruelly punished her there, so arrogantly fucked her there night after night.
In that strange moment, hovering between rationality and the irresistible ecstasy of the pleasure just out of reach, Tess remembered being over Jeffrey’s knee, for saying, oddly enough, the word fuck. It had happened on her third day in his compound, by the pool, before she had known the sometimes quirky rules under which she and his other girls had to live.
“Tess, darling,” he had said from his seat at the table where his tall Amstel rested, “that’s not a word a lady says. Come here. You have a spanking coming.” He had patted his left knee.
“What?” she had said, but she had known immediately that he meant it, and the horribly ambiguous feeling in the pit of her stomach had told her that she would go over that knee, because… because he had mastered her, and he had guessed what she had always needed.
“You better go,” Judy had said, feigning sympathy. “It’ll be worse if he has to come get you.”
As Jack put the head of his cock at the little ring of her anus, and Tess instinctively pressed down with her clit against the lovely leather-covered firmness of the bolster, she recalled how it had seemed both right and wrong to have Jeffrey upend her, pull down her bikini bottom, and start to punish her, saying, “Naughty girls have to learn their lessons, darling.”
And when it had stopped being pleasurable in the slightest, even in that way Tess had always told herself was sick, she had wept with her head hung almost to the pool deck , unable to understand why part of her had seemed to want this—had found it for an instant attractive in this wealthy, dangerous man that he spanked his girls.
Now, though… now she very nearly begged Jack not to put his cock there, though she felt desperate for that thorough claiming—that stealing—too, but rather to claim her by taking her over his knee and spanking where the marks of his belt would make it hurt so much, so much.
But when he pressed with his hardness, patiently—not forcefully like Jeffrey, even that first night—and said, “Good girl,” and Tess felt herself open to him like a flower, so well prepared by the horrible black plug that she could see, sitting there on the nightstand now like a reminder of the difference between the two men who had fucked her bottom… well, she still wanted that spanking, especially if they were both going to die at Jeffrey’s hand, soon—in the ecstasy of that moment of claiming Tess could almost giggle at death itself—but Jack had chosen to fuck her bottom, and Tess knew he had made a good choice, since she instantly started to come, as the cock in her anus caused her to push her clit one more time against the bolster, and the world seemed to go away completely.
She was screaming with pleasure, submission, and discomfort, in a way she had never cried out before, and… Oh, no. She had screamed his name. She had screamed “Jack, oh God. Please…”
As she came, though, the giggle at death she had almost let out before became something more existential: laughing in the face of danger, or… not laughing but… but coming, in the face of danger, and death, and Sir Jeffrey Young, bart. Coming, and coming, and coming, as Jeffrey himself did burst through the door, did see Jack Regensburg, head of his security team, with his cock in the ass Jeffrey had claimed as his own.
Did draw the Glock he always wore, and point it at Jack.
Did fall down, his knee buckling where Jack, drawing his own Glock, had shot him.
And then everything became truly confusing: because the whole compound outside the bungalow window had suddenly lit up as bright as day, and there were men in dark clothing, holding military rifles, and everyone seemed to be shouting.
Jack had pulled his penis out of her bottom, and after he took Jeffrey’s pistol he began to stroke her back, saying, “Don’t worry, honey. It’s going to be okay.”
Jeffrey was saying from the floor, “What? What the fuck have you done, Jack?”
And Jack said, “Well, actually, I’ve just put you out of business, Sir Jeffrey, and made sure you’ll be in an American prison for a very long time. The special ops folks who just arrived will take care of you from here.”
“You…” The mercenary’s voice took on a tone more scornful than Tess could have imagined. Maybe the pain added to it—she had heard that knee injuries could give the most excruciating pain—but the naked brutality in his tone and in his words made her whole body go hot with anger. “You fucking whore… I hope your ass was worth what’s going to happen to this traitorous cocksucker when my vengeance finds him.”
The sound of feet, of weapons, came from the hallway.
“Target is down,” Jack called. “Wounded and disarmed.”
“Not to mention untouchable,” Jeffrey snarled. “You’re insane if you think I won’t be free within a week.”
Tess’ heart quailed. How could he be wrong? He was a baronet, for goodness’ sake.
Jack met the quizzical looks on the faces of the three soldiers who entered, at his nakedness, at Tess’ nakedness and very, very compromising position, with a wry smile. He started to pull on his underwear and pants, clearly seeing that they had Jeffrey covered.
“You’re forgetting that I know what was really happening at that picnic tomorrow, Jeffrey,” he said.
Now Jeffrey’s face contorted with true rage. “Fuck you,” he said, and then said nothing else, as he limped out of the room.
Jack sat on Tess’ bed, and helped her turn over and sit up, still weak from the huge orgasm that had precipitated, it seemed, some kind of international incident. He took her in his arms and kissed her over and over.
“I’m sorry, honey. There wasn’t any other way that I could see.”
“Sorry?” she whispered. “Why?”
“Because I had to lie to you and scare you like that. I had to make you come like that, so that Jeffrey would come in, and his men would be confused—so that the special forces could come in cleanly.”
“What’s on the island? Where the picnic was going to be?”
“A very big arms deal. With any luck we’ve got them all, now.”
Tess buried her head in his chest as her thoughts about, well, everything all seemed to change. Free…
she was free.
“What about Judy and Anne-Marie?” she asked.
“They’ll be alright.” Jack stroked her hair. “As long as they testify, they can have a ticket anywhere in the world they want to go, to start over.”
A special forces soldier entered the room. “Mr. Regensburg?”
“That’s me,” Jack said.
“We need to go.”
“Alright. Give us five minutes so Tess can get dressed.”
“Roger that. Good work, sir.”
“Thanks,” Jack said. Then, “Alright, honey, let’s find you a going-away outfit.”
To her astonishment, Tess giggled. Strange as it seemed, she felt suddenly playful, as if everything that had seemed so dark and terrible had been transformed into bright, shiny sparkles.
“What if I don’t want to get dressed?” she asked.
“Tess…” Jack said tenderly.
The tenderness, never experienced from Jeffrey, made her brazen. “Would you spank me?”
Jack gave a snort of laughter. “I promise you, honey, I’ll spank you until you can’t sit down for a week, if you want, just as soon as I can get you somewhere private. You’ve got a lot to learn.”
Tess felt her eyes go wide, and she swallowed hard. How could he do that with such simple words? “I do?” she whispered.
Jack nodded and stood her up, off his lap. He turned her to face him, so that their faces were level, him sitting on the bed and her standing between his knees. He reached around and took in his hand the little cheeks that had received so much consequential attention that exceptional evening. Tess shivered.
“Yes, honey. You do. And a good deal of it will involve this being bare, over my knee.”
Then she kissed him, and she said, “I love you,” because what else could she say to the gorgeous hunk of a mercenary who had saved her life by putting his cock in her ass?
The End
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In the time since she was abducted from her world by a cruel, tyrannical general, eighteen-year-old Jalinda has been given little reason to trust any man, let alone three barbarian brothers who take it upon themselves to rescue her. But the rough, handsome warriors intend to share a wife, and they mean for that wife to be Jalinda. Shocked by the thought of belonging to three men, she refuses to go along with their plan, but her lack of cooperation is quickly overcome by way of a switch applied to her bare bottom.
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Also by Emily Tilton
The Count’s Discipline
Tamed by the Highlander
Their Firm Men
Bred by the Spartans
Her Doctor’s Orders
An Extreme Marriage
Breaking Abigail
At Leo’s Command
Her True Lord’s Claim
The Emperor’s New Pony
The Outlaw’s Daughter
Old-Fashioned Values
Stolen by Her Master
Innocence Examined
Under His Watch
Trained at the Castle
Her Shameful Audition
An Indecent Awakening
The Duke’s School for Young Ladies
Saved by the Highlander
Controlling Caitlin
Buying His Mate
Subjugated
Bought by the Doctor
Bound and Initiated
An Indecent Voyage
The Lord’s Scandalous Bride
The Sergeant’s Claim
A Legacy of Dominance
Thoroughly Trained
A Wife’s Correction
Begging to Be Owned
His City Girl
Governing His Bride
Reformed for the Senator
A Punishment Marriage
The Modesty Cure
In Loco Parentis
Drastic Measures
Their Wayward Wives
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His Little Troublemaker
Five Naughty Little Girls
Claimed by the Machine
A Concubine for the Trillionaire
The Immortal’s Pet
His Blushing Rose
Tamed by the Sheikh
Examined and Corrected
The Correctional Program
Taken from School
Reforming Rebecca
His Old-Fashioned World
The Oak Street Method: Wendy
The Billionaire and the Wedding Planner
Shared by the Billionaires
The Oak Street Method: Ginnie
Her Old-Fashioned Husbands
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