by Lili Valente
She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest as she blinked in the glow of the lamp. “What?”
“If you refuse to obey, then you will forfeit the rest of your fee and we’ll find another way to settle our unfinished business.” He stepped into his pants and pulled them up to his hips, tucking his still raging erection beneath the waistband. He might be putting Harley on a plane and heading to bed with a killer case of blue balls, but he doubted it.
She sat up straighter. “But I don’t—”
“One hundred thousand dollars won’t save your property. It won’t even put a dent in the repairs that need to be done,” he cut in as he grabbed the open condom sitting on the box beside the bed and tossed it into the trashcan on the other side of the bedside table. “Especially when I make sure not a single skilled laborer on the island is willing to work for you or your aunt and not a real estate agent who values his or her life will show the property. For any amount of commission.”
“You can’t do that,” she protested, but it was clear she feared he could.
“Money can buy anything,” he said with a pointed look. “People are always for sale and usually more affordable than one would think.”
“But my aunt is innocent,” Harley said, desperation creeping into her tone. “She’s done nothing to deserve this.”
“I think we’ve both proven we don’t give a damn about guilt or innocence. It will only be a matter of time until your business folds and when it does I’ll be waiting for you to end up penniless on the street.” He started calmly toward the bedroom door, throwing his parting shot over his shoulder. “And you can trust that my offer of assistance will be much less generous the second time around.”
“Wait,” she called out. “Please wait…sir.”
It obviously pained her to speak the last word, which made her submission all the sweeter.
He paused, but didn’t turn. “Yes?”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll do what you asked. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“I’m not sure I believe you.” He sighed, keeping his back to her so she couldn’t see the satisfied look on his face. “You’ll have to show me.”
“I will, I promise. Whatever you want, sir.”
He turned, electricity prickling across the surface of his skin as he faced his prey. “Whatever I want and exactly when I want it. You will not say no to me again, or the choice to leave will no longer be yours.”
He started toward her, closing the distance between them with slow, deliberate steps. “You will obey me and submit to me. And what’s more, you will make me believe you enjoy your submission, that you are eager and desperate to service me.”
She swallowed, her throat working visibly as she nodded.
“I can’t hear you, Harley,” he said, stopping inches from the bed, forcing her to tilt her head back to look him in the face.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“Yes, sir, what?” he pressed. “What are you going to do to please me, pet?”
“Whatever you say, whenever you say it,” she said, the light in her eyes dying a little with every word she spoke. “And I will make you believe that I’m enjoying it.”
He smiled as he reached out to cup her cheek in his hand. “Very good.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said, trembling as he ran his fingers up and down her elegant throat. He was tempted to tell her she was doing a shit job of pretending so far, but he was enjoying her fear too much to play that particular chip right now.
“But if you defy me again, you will find yourself back on that plane faster than you can say lying whore,” he said, still smiling as he ran his fingers into her hair and made a fist, drawing a gasp from her throat as he gave her head a gentle shake for emphasis. “Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, shoulders cringing closer to her ears.
“Good.” He released her and pointed toward the bottom of the bed. “Get up. Off the bed, with your feet on the ground and your hands on the footboard.”
Harley tossed off the sheet and scrambled off the bed, hurrying to do his bidding so quickly her full breasts bounced as she moved. He enjoyed the show, watching her bend over, assuming the position.
“Feet farther back,” he corrected. “And a deeper bend at the waist.”
She obeyed, making his cock twitch with appreciation. But it wasn’t time for that. Not yet. Not until she’d had her punishment and proved to him how much she enjoyed it.
“Your punishment will be a spanking,” he said, slowly circling the bed, admiring the way the submissive posture emphasized the curves of Harley’s body.
He wanted to bite the swell where her waist became her ass, to reach beneath her body to pinch and tease her nipples, and finally to plunge his fingers into her wet cunt, stretching her before he replaced his fingers with his cock. But from now on, she would have to earn her pleasure with pain and degradation she would learn to suffer with a smile.
“I’m going to give you the spanking you used to beg me for, do you remember?” He came to stand beside her, running his palm down her right buttock to her thigh.
“Y-yes,” she said. “Yes, sir.”
“A spanking that will leave you aching and swollen,” he continued, caressing her left buttock as well, letting his palms run up and down, warming the soft flesh. “That will leave marks on your skin and make you think of me every time you sit down for the next few days.”
She shivered and her muscles tensed beneath his hands, but she didn’t speak a word.
“And you are going to enjoy it, aren’t you, princess?” he asked. “Because you’re getting what you wanted.”
“Yes, sir.” She sucked in a breath and he suspected she was fighting back tears, but he didn’t care. He had no pity for her, not any more than she’d had for him when she’d painted her body to make it look like he’d beaten her black and blue.
The thought gave him a wonderful idea…
“You will keep your hands on the bed until I tell you otherwise and count the blows with me,” he said, still stroking her, knowing the gentle way he was touching her now would only make what was to come more shocking. “We will count to fifty, the number of times I would have had to strike you for you to earn all those bruises you faked before you went to the police.”
She stilled. “Sir?”
“It’s all right.” He braced one hand on the baseboard beside hers as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “I don’t blame you.” He reached beneath her, rolling her nipple idly between his finger and thumb. “I blame the idiots who were too stupid to tell a real victim from a fake one.”
Her breath rushed out. “Well, I…I’m sorry anyway, sir. I really am.”
He laughed as he pinched her nipple tighter. “We both know that’s not true, but it will be.” He captured her other nipple, plucking it once, twice, three, times before he added in a whisper. “Besides, I was lying, too. I do blame you, and I’m going to show you just how much.”
He stepped back, ignoring her whimper as he kicked her ankles farther apart, widening her stance, baring her pussy to him along with her ass. He was surprised to find a hint of slickness glistening at her entrance, but not displeased. He didn’t give a damn if she enjoyed this. Let her. If she got off on being punished, that was fitting, because he was certainly going to get off on delivering the punishment.
He brought his left hand to her waist, curling his fingers around her hip in a tight grip to brace himself. “Count with me. If you stop or lose track, we’ll start again from the beginning.”
“Yes, s—” Her words ended in a bleat of surprise as his right hand made stinging contact with her right buttock.
“I didn’t hear a one,” he said, admiring the red handprint already rising on her pale flesh. “So we’ll start again.”
He let his hand fly, delivering a stinging slap to her left buttock. This time, her cry ended with a strained—
“One!”
He struck her again—hard, wi
th the full flat of his palm and she bleated out, “Two” in the same slightly shocked voice. By the time they reached “Ten” and “Eleven” she was fighting to draw an even breath. By the time she gasped “Twenty-Five” her entire backside was swollen and her knees were shaking as she fought to hold herself upright.
By “Thirty-eight” welts were rising on her flesh and her skin was such an angry red he might have felt a little guilty for assigning such a high number of blows if she wasn’t the woman who had sent him to jail.
And if her pussy wasn’t so wet he could smell her arousal sweet and salty in the air.
He was hurting her—he had no doubt about that, this was never intended to be a teasing kind of spanking—and she was loving it. Not pretending to love it, not faking a smile or an aroused moan, but dripping down her thighs, swollen and wet and dying for him to fuck her, loving it.
He’d known going into this venture that Harley was disturbed, but even he hadn’t expected her to be this messed up. But she was legitimately turned on by being spanked by the man she’d sent to prison.
The only thing more disturbing was how much he wanted to drive his throbbing cock between her flaming ass cheeks. His hand was shaking by the time he reached the fiftieth blow, but it wasn’t from exhaustion. It was from the mind-numbing need to fuck her, to get his cock in her dripping cunt as fast as humanly possible.
As soon as the spanking was finished, he shoved his pajama pants down and stepped out of them, leaving the fabric in a pool beside Harley’s feet as he headed for the bedside table. He ripped the condom open with his teeth, rolling it onto his cock as he returned to Harley’s side. He was so swollen that veins stood out along his length and he could barely force the rubber over the blue head of his cock. He was more turned on than he’d been in years, dying to fuck Harley until she screamed, but he needed to hear two words first.
“Harley, do you want me to fuck you now?” he asked, his balls aching even more fiercely when she arched her back, presenting her wet pussy as she moaned in a low, shamed voice—
“Yes, sir. Please, sir. Please!”
With a savage smile born of beating his fucked up little bitch at her own game, Jackson gripped her full hips in his hands and slammed home.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hannah
Hannah screamed as he plunged inside her, forcing his thickness all the way to the end of her channel. The blunt head of his cock collided with the end of her womb, triggering a sharp twinge of pain that made her cry out in satisfaction.
Even though it hurt. Even though it was hurt upon hurt.
God. What had he done to her?
This was so good, so bad, so twisted and sick, but also exactly what she wanted. What she needed.
She was lost in sensation, helpless to control herself. Gripping the base of the bed for dear life, she pushed her stinging, swollen ass backwards as he plunged into her again, filling her with his need, stretching her until her pussy burned. She craved the feel of his lightly furred thighs bumping against her abused flesh. She relished the way his fingers and thumbs bit into the fullness of her hips as he rode her hard and fast, driving them both toward the brink.
She moaned in abandon and spread her legs farther apart, welcoming him deeper, wanting more pain, more pleasure.
When he’d told her how she was to be punished, she’d been afraid, not turned on. She’d had fantasies about spanking before, but never as a way to illustrate that she was beneath a man, beneath his consideration, a whore he would use the way he saw fit. But by the second slap, she’d known there would be no fighting the waves of arousal rushing across her skin, tightening her nipples until they stung.
The blows sent thick, sticky desire spreading through her core, until blood rushed to the places where he struck her, making her engorged sex plump and sensitive. He’d hit her with the flat of his hand, with enough strength to hurt, making it clear this wasn’t about mutual pleasure, but it didn’t matter. The pain summoned pleasure and together they banished the fear and anxiety that had been plaguing her for days.
For the first time since they’d arrived on the island, she wasn’t living half in the terrifyingly uncertain future. She was completely in this moment, this spell-binding, mind-numbing moment, where she was getting fucked so hard her stinging ass rippled with every rough stroke of Jackson’s cock. She was soaking wet and her pelvis filled with blood, heat, and that heavy feeling that spread through her core just before release.
But this build was so much more intense than anything she’d ever felt before. This was a sledgehammer swinging straight at her soul, ready to shatter everything that made her Hannah apart. This was more than submission, this was abandon, this was reckless and dangerous and afterward she might never be the same.
As the orgasm crept closer, she began to shake, afraid of the wave of pleasure now that it was so close there would be no escape from it, but she was helpless to hold it at bay. The next time Jackson’s cock rammed home she screamed again, her legs buckling as ecstasy unlike anything she’d ever experienced rocketed through her, ricocheting through her body like a bullet fired in a steel room.
She fell to the floor and he followed her, kneeling behind her, his urgent rhythm growing frantic as he pushed through her pulsing flesh, forcing her to accept him even as her pussy clenched down so hard it felt like she might squeeze him in half.
This hurt, too. It hurt and it was perfect. It was wicked and it was wonderful. She didn’t know up from down, right from wrong, or anything for certain except that when Jackson grabbed a fistful of her hair and wrenched her head back as he came inside her with a roar, there was nothing to do but call his name as she came again.
The second orgasm was fire licking across her flesh, singeing her nerve endings, leaving scars behind as her soul was forced from her skin and bones by the strength of her pleasure. She would never be the same. She would never be the same. Never.
She knew it was true, even before she came back to herself enough to realize that she was muttering the words beneath her breath, while Jackson stroked a slow, easy hand down her sweat-soaked back.
“Never,” she whispered, gulping hard as she tried to stop the flow of words and failed. “Never the same.”
“Shh,” Jackson said gently, still stroking her feverish skin. “You’re safe. It’s all right.”
She shivered. She wasn’t safe. She was far, far from safe. She’d just had an out-of-body experience triggered by a hard spanking and a harder fucking from a psychopath. But something in Jackson’s tone and that soft touch from his often cruel hand helped her calm down enough to regain control.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she finally said, surprised to find tears rising in her eyes.
“Why are you sorry?” He continued to pet her, helping her come back to her body, making her aware of the fact that his softening cock was still buried inside of her.
“I let go of the bed,” she whispered.
“You did,” he said. “You also came without permission.”
“Oh.” Hannah risked a glance over her shoulder. “I forgot about that part.”
“You’re a very bad girl,” he said, running his hand over the swollen flesh of her ass as he pulled out and guided the condom off of his cock. “Very bad.”
Now that she could see her own skin, she was amazed that the spanking hadn’t hurt more. Her bottom was the bright, lobster red of a tourist’s sunburn. It was going to ache like hell tomorrow, and there might even be bruises under that enflamed skin, but right now, there was no pain.
Right now she couldn’t feel anything but a floating, helplessly satisfied feeling unlike anything she’d felt before. Even with Jackson that night in her sister’s bed. She was high on what they’d done and already craving another fix.
“Will you have to punish me again sir?” she asked, shocked by the erotic invitation implicit in her breathy whisper.
She was even more shocked when Jackson smiled, a beautiful, pleased-with-her smile that made her
want to please him again. Again and again, no matter what an insufferable maniac he was or how much she feared that pleasing him wouldn’t be enough to keep him from driving her out of her mind.
“Yes, I’m going to have to punish you again,” he said, sending a thrill of excitement racing through her. “I’m going to have to punish you until you remember to follow the rules. Now turn around, lie down, and spread your legs. We’re going to teach you how not to come.”
“Yes, sir.” Hannah obeyed, fresh heat rushing from her well-used pussy as he brought his hands to the backs of her legs and spread them wide.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Hannah
Hannah held her breath as she gazed down the landscape of her own body at the gorgeous man kneeling between her thighs, suddenly wishing things were different, wishing this was only a kinky encounter instead of a hopelessly fucked up one.
Jackson was heart-stopping like this, a man in his element, in complete control. If things were different, she could quickly become addicted to this version of Jackson and all the viciously wonderful things he made her feel.
“There is only one rule of cunt licking club,” he said, a wicked twinkle in his eye as he lowered his face between her legs.
“What’s that, sir?” she asked, clit swelling as she imagined what it would feel like to have his mouth on her.
“You do not talk about cunt licking club,” he said, the joke taking her by surprise. “And you don’t come until I tell you to.”
Before she could say “yes, sir” his tongue was driving so deep into her pussy it made her sex clench and her back arch off the cool floorboards beneath her.
He cupped her stinging ass in his hands, leveraging her closer to his mouth, banishing the pain that flashed through her abused flesh with the magic he worked with his tongue. Hannah’s hands fisted at her sides and her eyes rolled back as he flicked and jabbed, showing her just what she’d been missing with men who were mere tourists in the land of cunnilingus.
Jackson teased her clit with feather light brushes before thrusting into her pussy and curling the thick muscle, caressing her inner walls in a come hither movement that had her pressing her heels into the earth, desperate to get closer to his mouth. She groaned as he pushed deeper, hitting some previously undiscovered place inside her that made her pussy weep for more of him.
