by Stone, Piper
“I admire you very much, Carina. You’re beautiful and talented. I would ordinarily enjoy a strong, powerful woman, but the man I once was is gone. Eradicated. Make no mistake. You are our hostage. Any further attempt at getting away and I assure you, the kind of punishment you’ll receive will be one of the worst experiences of your life. I suggest you accept the fact we own you, body and soul. You aren’t allowed to breathe without permission, eat without permission or talk without permission any longer. You are nothing more than a possession and I will make certain that you follow the rules. Every. Single. One.”
The quiver in my body turned into an extreme moment of shaking, tears forming in my eyes. This wasn’t a game and he wasn’t a man I could underestimate. None of them were. His words were chilling, demanding and said with complete truth. I opened my mouth to answer. There was nothing but air.
“Do you understand?” he asked slowly.
I nodded and nodded again. And again.
“Good.” He took a single step back, shifting my hips backward then reaching around to unfasten my jeans.
I opened my mouth to fight back then gripped the sink, digging my fingers to the point they ached from the force. As he wrangled the dense material down my hips, dragging my panties at the same time, I felt so utterly humiliated. Heat rose along my neck, creeping into my cheeks and stifling my breath. I wasn’t just terrified. I was mortified. There was some tiny part of me, a sick and twisted girl who desired harsh discipline.
No! That couldn’t be true. I was sick from embarrassment, feeling the heat creeping into my face.
I couldn’t understand this, was unable to fathom any thoughts as they raced in my brain. When my pants were around my knees, he took another step back and unfastened his belt. I stared at him, suffocated, my ears ringing, but just watching the way he finagled the bright brass buckle with long and rugged fingers was enthralling.
Ruger slowly tugged on the leather, easing the strap through every belt loop as if he had all the time in the word.
The anticipation was killing me.
The scent of the thick, black strap was the only thing I could smell, the aroma rich and decadent. I rocked forward and backward, blinking several times as he folded the belt. I stole a glance into the mirror, making faces at the woman staring back at me. She was hopelessly lost, stripped out of her comfort zone.
She was being spanked. Again.
Controlled. Like she’d always wanted.
Used. Liked she’d fantasized about.
No. No. The thought was revolting, shameful.
Terrifying.
My vision dimmed as he snapped the belt then pressed his hand against my back, pushing me further over the chipped porcelain.
“This is going to hurt,” he commented in the most casual manner. As if he’d done this his entire life.
Maybe he had.
I closed my eyes, wincing even before I heard the sound; the slight snap of his wrist and the whooshing as the belt was brought down through the dense air. Everything moved into slow motion, including my racing heart. The second the strap was slapped against my bottom, I cringed, but not from any wretched pain. I couldn’t feel a thing, as if nothing was registering.
Ruger rubbed is hand across my skin, nodding as if satisfied with his aim. He issued two more hard strikes, one coming immediately after the other.
There was nothing but a series of tingles, although my mind was a blur. His face was restrained, his body tense and I was a mess. A total wreck. The horror of the action, the guilt that I shouldn’t feel riding through every nerve was mindboggling. What if someone walked in? What if they agreed I deserved this? What if I deserved so much worse?
My grip became tighter, my hands white knuckled and my legs still shaking. The sound of the next two lashes were so loud, crashing down on my eardrums.
Then I felt the pain, exploding in a way that I never would have imagined. Blinding. Scintillating.
Horrifying.
Whimpering, I bit back a series of actual moans as he continued the harsh discipline, one hard strike coming after the other. I threw my hand back, trying in vain to protect my aching bottom. The heat was incredible, shifting up through every muscle and cell, erupting into my brain.
He very gently removed my hand, planting it firmly back on the sink. All he had to do was lift a single eyebrow and I knew I would obey. I was going to behave because some asshole criminal jerkoff instructed me to?
Yes. The simple answer was yes.
I didn’t want to learn his wrath, to feel anything worse than this.
“Hold still. Twenty more.”
Twenty? Why not fifty? A hundred? I dropped my head, no longer able to keep any sense of decency or diplomacy. I whimpered like the bad little girl I’d been reduced to, struggling to keep from fighting him but every part of me quaking.
Crack!
The single sound seemed to catch me off guard and I was unable to stop the tears from slipping past my lashes. As the belt was leveled against my upper thighs, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.
Then I heard... Oh, God! I heard the door opening. The slight gasp from a very female voice brought the shame to another level, my saliva thick, my tears continuing to fall. As if required to do so, I glanced at the unwanted visitor, the young woman’s expression one of complete shock and the way her eyes were wide open haunted me. The woman’s face was as crimson as I knew my ass had to be, yet she couldn’t take her eyes off me, crowding even further inside to watch the event. This was pure entertainment.
My spanking.
My humiliation.
Nothing could be any more embarrassing.
“My baby misbehaved,” Ruger stated with utter authority.
The voyeur bobbed her head up and down.
Ruger issued a single growl, so low and husky that I doubted the woman could hear his guttural sound. Even if she could, she was far to mesmerized by what was occurring in front of her.
I’d lost count, but the next two brutal strikes jerked my attention back to him and to the mirror.
“Five more,” he half whispered, shooting a look in the visitor’s direction. Was he enjoying this? Was he getting off on the fact some young woman knew that he was in charge of me?
Even thinking the words was blasphemous, jerking me back to reality. I wiggled, shifting from foot to foot, the confines of my jeans just as shameful as the experience itself. I was shaken to the very core.
I was also on fire, ignited from the depths of my being. I just couldn’t understand the ferocity of the connection, the way he was able to command my attention as well as my body. I was fearful I’d lose my entire self in this experience. My life wasn’t the only thing at stake. He was trying to make good on his promise, breaking me down to the point I’d be a passive and easy take. I couldn’t breathe, could barely fathom what was happening inside my brain. Where did the strong woman go?
He rubbed both ass cheeks, moving from one to the other in the most soothing manner. “You did well. I’m proud of you.”
A mixture of anger and utter sickness rushed into my stomach and I glared in the girl’s direction, prepared to give her a piece of my mind for being a disgusting voyeur.
The girl was no longer there.
Had I imagined her appearance? Had my warped brain wanted someone to watch, leering at the act, even desiring what was happened to me? Oh, God.
Tears formed but I shoved them aside, refusing to give into this man and his roguish acts. He wasn’t going to break me.
Ruger took a step away, giving me space. His face was almost as flushed as mine, even though his beautiful blue eyes were now blackened pools. Guilt? Maybe. Feeding off the utter control? Without a doubt. I could no longer look him in the eye as I struggled to pull my pants from around my ankles. They’d fallen. They’d also betrayed me.
Just like my over sensitized body, and my nipples that were so hard they were aching, a longing nestling into both. My pussy was so wet, juice slickening bo
th inner thighs. This was terrible. This was disgusting. This was intoxicating.
“Let me help you,” he said quietly, crowding my space.
I made the mistake of inhaling, drinking in his heady scent until his fragrance seemed to replace my blood. I panted, whimpering like some blubbering school girl as he pulled me into his arms, very gently easing the jeans up my thighs. The electricity soared once again, taking me to new heights.
“I can do it,” I muttered, trying to get away from him.
“Okay. Then do so quickly.” He took several steps away, resting his back against the wall and shoving his hands into his pockets.
I turned, as if anything could be more horrifying than the spanking. I could barely get my fingers to move. Everything was working against me. Frustrated, I stomped my foot, half laughing after the effort. I was an adult. I was a professional. I was a fool.
A moment of anger kicked past the fear and humiliation. I turned to face him, running both hands through my hair. “Are you going to fuck me now? Are you?”
He seemed surprised at my vehemence and there was no doubt where his mind had taken him. To a place of darkness. To a place of...
Raging desire.
I was startled by his actions as he grabbed my arms, shoving me hard against the wall, his expression carnivorous. His massive body easily covered mine, his face only inches away. He propped his hands over my head, leaning over. “Is that what you want, lovely Carina? Is that what you’ve been hungering for? Dreaming about?”
“I...” Swallowing, my mouth was dry, my lover lip quivering. I slammed my palms against his chest. There was no movement, no reaction from him at all. He was hard as stone, his muscles rippling in my fingers. He was a dark predator capturing his prey.
“Answer the question.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I hissed, trying desperately to get around him, even managing to wrap my leg around his.
He chuckled darkly as he inched his lips closer to mine, now only centimeters apart. “I think you’re lying. In fact, I know you are. I can tell by the scent of your pussy and the way your nipples are hard like perfect pebbles, waiting to be plucked. And sucked. I can tell by the nervous tick on the side of your luscious lips. Do you want me to kiss you or just shove my cock deep inside your hot pussy?”
His crude words not only infuriated me, they squashed my fear. I raked my sharp nails down the side of his face, catching him off guard. Then I snapped my elbow into his stomach, but the angle was off, barely giving me a few additional inches of space.
Within seconds, he planted my arms over my head, wrapping his long fingers of one hand around both wrists. “Nice try. Now, I think I’ll fuck you.”
“Damn you,” I chided, struggling with everything I had. The flash of mischief in his eyes was quickly replaced with a sultry gaze as he slowly lowered his head until this time, our lips finally touched. Everything about this was sinful, entirely forbidden and I wanted nothing more than a gut-wrenching sickness to wash over me. I wanted my mind and body to be in sync about the abhorrent notion that I could ever desire a creature...a worthless criminal fuck like this man.
But I did.
There was no denying the slickness of my pussy, the tremors that extended all the way down the backs of my legs or my very hard and aching nipples.
“You can damn me straight to Hell if you want, but you’re never be able to hide your feelings.” He crushed his mouth over mine, his tongue pushing my lips apart.
I moaned into the kiss, undulating my body but with every move, I only managed to press his cock harder into my stomach. The feel of his throbbing shaft sent bottle rockets shooting through my brain, the electricity soaring to entirely new heights.
He thrust his tongue all the way inside, dominating mine within seconds as he tasted me.
Devoured me.
Ruger slid his fingers down the underside of my arm, taking his time as the passion erupted between us. His every muscle was tense, the savage growls slipping past the kiss permeated the air all around us, sucking us further into the divine darkness. He kicked my legs apart, shifting his weight even closer as his fingers continued to roam.
Every nerve was standing on end. I tried desperately to get away from him, but longed to be taken like a wild animal. There was no rational thought left, no sense of who I was any longer. I was just as primal as the man exuding raw power. The taste of him was exquisite with lingering hints of bourbon and cinnamon.
When his fingers found my breast, making zigzags and circles, I realized I’d arched my back. I was offering more of myself. I was losing my resolve in every manner. No. Push him away. Get him off of you! The rational girl was right. This was no fantasy in the making. This had never been my desire, a wet dream keeping me awake at night.
Or had it been?
Visions flashed in my mind’s eyes, jabbing into my irises with an intense sharpness. I’d craved danger all my life unrelentingly. It was the very reason for my career choice.
But that hadn’t been enough.
Playing from a distance would never be enough.
Still, I pulled myself together and struggled harder, tugging and pulling my arms, but he was too damn strong, virile in every manner.
He swirled the tip of a single finger around my hardened bud, making the tender flesh even more aroused.
Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.
Even if he heard my exasperated thoughts, he wouldn’t have listened. I’d become his for the taking.
I was his hostage.
Correction, I belonged to three men, three dangerous outlaws.
Ruger tweaked my nipple, twisting back and forth before snapping his hand around my throat and jaw, his fingers digging into my cheek. He broke the kiss, issuing several heated breaths across my skin before pushing my head back. He licked across the seam of my mouth, darting the tip of his tongue dangerously close to my earlobe.
I held my breath, goosebumps popping along my arms. I couldn’t get over the thought that I’d seen him somewhere, just as I had the bounty hunter. I almost never forgot a face and knew the nagging would haunt me until I figured it out.
But I would. Oh, yes, I would.
When he whispered, the softness like a kiss of velvet, I shivered to the core. “I will take you, Carina. We will take you, use you and fuck you exactly like you deserve being fucked.”
His sounds were barbaric as he assaulted my ear, darting his tongue in and out then growling as he licked down the side of my neck.
My lips remained parted, soft mews slipping past. There was no chance of focusing, a fog masking my vision and his words drilling into me.
“But on that day, on that very day, you’re going to beg for more.”
He captured my mouth once again, holding the stance as he slid his hand between my legs.
I was so wet, leaking into my already damp panties. As he ground his hand, shifting up and down, I forgot to struggle, allowing him to violate me once again. I spread my legs further open, waiting for him to take me.
Use me.
I was aware he’d unfastened my jeans, peeling apart the edges of the dense material and shoving his fingers under the thin elastic of my thong. Panting, I kept my eyes closed and reached for him, trying desperately to wrap my hand around his thick cock.
He easily shoved my hand aside as his other fingers found my clit, swirling the tip of one around in lazy circles.
“You’re going to learn to come when I tell you,” he whispered, his tone reeking of sensual husk.
I lolled my head, shivering as the excitement built. He continued rubbing my clit, pinching the tender tissue between two fingers, leaving me breathless and aching. Every action involuntary, I jutted my hips forward, mewling under my breath. There was no mistaking my incredible need, the raw and primal longing. Embarrassment mixed with a hint of adrenaline, but I couldn’t move. I was completely locked in his commanding mental hold.
“So wet, Carina. Have you been fantasizing about a man stealing you
r innocence?”
“Mmm... No. No!”
He eased several fingers inside my molten pussy, spreading my lips apart as if he owned me. “I think you long for a controlling man, one to keep you obedient and wet.”
“I...” There were no rational thoughts, no understanding of why I was locked into this moment.
But I was.
And I wanted more.
He pumped in and out, his thumb twirling around and around my clit. As he thrust deep inside, I rode his hand like a wanton and shameless girl, ragged moans slipping past my lips. All I could do was grip the counter to keep from falling as the action continued, driving me into a bliss filled state.
He was like an addiction, his attention the only fix that would ease my pain.
I heard his deep and dangerous chuckle, felt his heated breath sweeping over me as he finger-fucked me. My pussy quivered, muscles clamping around the thick invasion.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” My legs trembled, threatening to force me to the ground. My grip on the cheap porcelain became stronger, my fingers numb.
“You’re going to come for me, Carina.”
“No, I...can’t.”
“You can and you will.”
Blinking, my vision was so foggy, the sexual haze like a warm blanket as I stared into his eyes. So intense. So, penetrating. He wanted all of me and would stop at nothing to get exactly what he craved.
His fingers worked magic, drawing me close to a raging climax then backing off. As he repeated the move, the lights seemed to dim. An orgasm was close. There was nothing I could do to stop the intense wave.
“That’s it. You’re almost ready,” he said brusquely.
“Mmmm...” My nipples were so hard, oh-so tender and I envisioned once again him licking and biting them, keeping them aroused for hours.
He plunged harder. Faster. I could no longer breathe.
“Almost. Yes. Yes. Come for me, Carina. Come on my hand.”
The deep baritone of his voice, the rush of ecstasy and the sinful, filthy actions were too much. I threw back my head as the wave crashed down, the climax racing up from my toes. “Yes. Yes. Yes...” I was tossed into raw ecstasy, my body shaking uncontrollably.
