by Angel Payne
Zeke gave her a deep chuckle. “What happened to the girl who wanted to be surprised?”
She got her head to cooperate with a short nod. “She’s still here…somewhere.”
A rumble of pleasure vibrated his chest before he slid his fingers back up her body, scoring her skin with his nails on his way over her hips, stomach, and rib cage. When he got to the tender nubs of her nipples, he finally stopped. The masculine thunder rolled through him once more as Rayna gasped from the heaven of his touch.
“As I line my cock up to your tight, wet tunnel, I’m going to pinch these, Rayna. I’m going to watch your nipples pucker and redden for me while your cunt gushes, begging for my dick. It’ll tell your lips to plead with me, too—but you won’t. From now on, your words are mine, too. If any of this gets overwhelming or painful, you’ll call out one word to me. That word is Kier.”
“What!” She nearly unleashed the scream he wanted from her, as well.
His reply came with an arrogant lilt. “You’re not going to forget it, right? And if you use it, I’ll know you need to stop.”
“Damn straight,” she grumbled, though she wasn’t allowed to wallow in her irritation. The next moment, her ass was set on fire by a swift, determined smack. “Oh!”
“Your words are mine, remember?” If he was arrogant before, he was into complete Marc Anthony mode now, spinning her so he could peer down at her like his prized Cleopatra. And damn it if her whole body didn’t crave him just like dear Cleo, too. “You can say ‘yes, Sir’ if you understand, subbie.”
Subbie. His affectionate drawl turned her inner Cleopatra into a fig in the Saharan sun. “Yes,” she whispered, sprawling her fingers along his biceps. “Oh yes, Sir.”
“So you accept the intentions I have for you this afternoon, freely and openly?” After she nodded, he went on, “That means you are willingly submitting your body and your mind to me, Rayna. You’re placing yourself completely into my care. You know that choices will not be yours. You will be mine to claim, to mark, and to fuck as I wish.”
She was glad she had a good grip on his arms. They kept her from swaying at the impact of his words, which already swirled such a thick erotic haze into her mind, her vision went cloudy. Gazing up at him didn’t make things easier. His dark hair tumbled against his jaw. His gaze penetrated her like a pair of solid bronze javelins. His wide, dark torso made her feel small and helpless in all the oh-so-right ways, especially as he dug his fingers into her hips with increasing purpose.
“Y-yes,” she finally got out. Shit, even the chest hair that tapered between his pecs was perfect, stabbing between her fingers with coarse tension.
“Yes…what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She dipped her head again. It felt natural, almost right. Best of all, it brought out the rugged vibrations from deep within him again, making its way through to her body, causing the tips of her breasts to shiver like flowers answering to the wind.
“God damn, that sounds beautiful on your lips.” He roamed his grip up her body and back down. His battle-roughened fingers abraded her hips, her waist, her shoulders and the sides of her tingling, taut breasts. “And I’m going to fucking love hearing you say it, over and over again. Right now, you’ll position yourself on the couch again for me, exactly as I had you before. Rest your forehead on your arms and push your gorgeous ass into the air for me.”
He backed the directive up by turning her to face the couch again. “I’m going downstairs to get some things. You’ll wait for me like that, and you’ll think about how I’m going to touch you exactly how I please. You’ll think about how incredible this spanking is going to feel on your beautiful skin.”
Incredible? She was glad Z couldn’t see the pucker on her face as she arranged herself back into the position he’d specified. It was one thing to fall into this stance by accident due to his passion but another to willingly brace herself again, her legs open and her body exposed…to an empty room. It felt awkward. And more than a little ridiculous. Surely he could have just told her to sit on the bed and wait for him, right? What good was this going to—
She stopped the inner rambling when she heard him rustle around downstairs. The clangs and bangs suggested he was in the kitchen though she couldn’t be sure. He pulled out drawers and opened cabinets, interjecting his journey with wicked chuckles—which drove her curious tension even higher.
To her wonder, the mental friction carried repercussions in her body, too. Since she was alone in the room with nothing but her breath for company, her mind fast became an empty mental playground for Z’s words to play in. They took full advantage of the chance, too.
Think about how I’m going to touch you…
That one jumped on the teeter-totter that alternated between her breasts. The syllables traded the blistering taps between each nipple, sucking away her breath each time they did.
Exactly as I please…
Down the slide and straight into her sex was that one’s pleasure, fingering her clit with its hot assumption as if the words were Z’s own fingers. As every pore in her body opened and shivered, she gasped.
You’ll think about how incredible this spanking is going to feel…
That one gave her no choice about doing anything else, turning the slide into a waterpark as the deepest channel in her body rushed with a new river of arousal. She grimaced with the effort of holding back a needy mewl, forgetting about her effort of deciphering what Z was up to, only wishing he’d finish fast and get the hell back up here. When another full minute went by and he still seemed content to whomp around downstairs, she started twisting her hips a little, answering her pussy’s need for more stimulation.
“Ohhh, bird.” Though his baritone hit the air with no more volume than a mutter, it seized every muscle in her body. “That’s not exactly how I left you.”
“But it’s what you turned me into.” The desperate need between her thighs punched the override button on his rule about her words. “You ordered me to stand here thinking about your touch and your hands, and—”
“And this is how you get when you think about those things?” Though his voice was mild, his fingers weren’t. He pushed two of them up her vagina from behind, without warning or hesitation.
“Ahhh!” she cried. He shocked her. Invaded her. Consumed her. Though he touched her nowhere else, her entire body reacted to his harsh penetration, his total power. Her legs trembled. Her stomach coiled. Her senses reeled.
“That’s not an answer.” Mild jumped off the deck of his tone now. His puma was back and consuming that space, snarling every word with predatory focus. “Answer me, Rayna. Is this what your body does when you think about my hands on it?”
“Ohhh.” The exclamation slipped from her as he twisted his fingers, possessing her tunnel with ferocious strokes. She willed herself to nod then rasp, “Yes…yes, Sir. This is what my body does when I think of you touching me.”
“Your skin always pebbles so beautifully like this? Your tits tighten and get this hard?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“And your gorgeous thighs…they always flex like this, so they make your ass clench, too?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And your cunt drips like this, turning into the sweet cream that’s calling to my cock even now, honey?”
“Yes!” It erupted on a sob, high and needing, as her body gripped his rough fingers, drawing him deeper inside. Higher. Harder. Yes…
“Hmmm.” He damn near drawled it, making her want to shriek. How could he stand there sounding like the walking poster for Keep Calm and Dom On, when she’d never been so turned on from a man’s fingers? Only two of them at that? “You know what that means, then?” he asked, joining his other hand to the cause by pressing it into the small of her back.
She wanted to fling back a quip so sexy and smart that it made him laugh a little, easing the air between them to something less terrifying than an electric transformer about to overload. But where would that
leave them? She didn’t have to search deep to know the answer. She’d be hiding behind sarcasm instead of showing Zeke her truth. Using humor instead of letting him see this naked, unsure sparrow that didn’t have a damn clue about what to do for him now, about what to say. But if she saved her pride, she’d dismantle their honesty. She’d be yanking out the keystone of their bridge.
She drew in a wobbly breath. As she let it out, she answered him with all the trust her heart could muster. “N-no, Sir. I have no idea what that means.”
His reply came after a weighted pause. Zeke slipped his fingers from her pussy before he issued it in a growl that clenched at every cell of her sex and curled into every fiber of her spirit. “It means you’re a very naughty girl.”
Whack.
Thank God she’d just taken the effort to breathe, because she couldn’t now. Her throat clutched from the emphasis he gave in the form of his hand on her left ass cheek—or what remained of it. This blow made his previous slap feel like a summer breeze.
Within seconds, he delivered an equally blistering blow to her right side. Again to her left. Down once more on her right.
At last, her stunned lungs found air again. “Oww!” It wasn’t fast enough to prevent his third round of scorching smacks. “Zeke! S-Sir! Shit!”
As she squirmed, he increased the pressure on her lower back. The reasoning behind his hold made sense now, in a not-so-assuring but oh-so-arousing kind of way. But how was that possible? How could she let a man hold her down again, ever? And even worse, how could she feel so damn good about it?
Because they were Zeke’s hands. Because her mind knew, her soul knew, he was here to take care of her. And in the dominion of his hands and the command in his next words, she felt how she took care of him, too.
“Naughty girls get spanked, subbie. Especially when their ass looks this good and their pussy drips this wet—and they make their Dom go half insane just from walking in the room and looking at them.”
So much for flippancy. So much for forming any significant words beyond the tiny “Oh!” she squeaked before he gave both of her buttocks another taste of the Zeke Hayes spanking special, this time with a dose of the extra fiery sauce. Ohhh crap, did the man know how to turn that meat in his biceps into whips that scalded every inch of her backside. It wasn’t long before the flames caught on the kindling of her nerves and licked up her body, making her quake and shudder with each stinging kiss from his palm. It was so corrupt. It was so carnal.
It felt so damn good.
“Holy fuck.” His growl was a hot and brutal crack in the air, stroking her senses like a blissful blow in its own right. “You look more beautiful than I could have imagined, bird.” He raked his hand up her spine, his touch becoming a gauging caress. “You feel okay, too?”
That hand met her scalp as she gave him a half-delirious nod. He plunged his fingers to the back of her head, digging them in to push it down between her shoulders. “Outstanding,” he murmured. “Yes. Lower this completely. Fucking beautiful. I love seeing you bent for me…surrendering for me.” With his other hand, he smoothed the skin that burned the most from his treatment, pressing the heat deeper into her bottom, her thighs, and the most tender parts of the valley between her legs.
“You’re perfect, Rayna. So goddamn perfect.” His touch turned into a rough buff. Soon he curled his fingers, digging his fingernails into her sensitive skin. She hissed from the hot, sweet torment. “Such a beautiful shade of pink,” he growled. “But now I want to make it red.”
“Mmmm!” She hoped her long, desperate moan conveyed how damn much she agreed with that.
“You’re amazing, honey. So strong. Such a miracle. You can take more, and I’m going to give it to you.”
He gave her two seconds to process that before starting the blazing blows again. He meted them harder than before, making the air pop like a battlefield with each loud crack. Her body, mind, and spirit exploded in a matching maelstrom. Lucid thought was a lost cause. The blackness behind her eyelids exploded in orange, red, and white. The colors sharpened as heavy tears seeped from their corners.
He kept up the fiery pace. The tears seeped onto her lashes. He rubbed in the heat with flowing, forceful fingers before starting again, ramping his impact higher. The tears spilled over and rolled down her cheeks. It was brutal, wonderful insanity.
Holy shit. What’s happening to me?
Trying to understand was as useless as controlling it. She wanted to blame the wild surge on the physical agony he was dealing, but every drop confirmed the truth: the inferno he opened on her skin was just the beginning of everything else he flared in her. The bewilderment. The amazement. All the feelings that rose from her soul in visceral, incredible ways, the memories she’d been stuffing into dreams and dimming behind medications, now rushed her soul like the wind that whipped outside…and burst as unhindered emotion.
For the first time, the doors of her senses were blasted open so wide, the past disappeared. The future was nothing but mist. Nothing existed but this moment, and all it demanded from her. The pain. The clarity. The excruciating agony, the blinding clarity.
Like a baby taking its first breath, she gasped.
She was new. Restored. Reborn.
The revelation burst through her chest and heaved through her lungs. It exploded from her on a sound between a choke and a shriek. Lovely. She sounded like a dying seagull but was helpless to care. The tears came in shuddering waves, drenching her, cleansing her. She rode every redemptive wave, loving every lash that set her faster on the journey…
But needing more.
Craving something beyond his hands. Longing for—
Exactly what he gave her.
The bite of his fingers at her scalp. The knife of his teeth into her neck. The twist of her head in his hold. Then the slice of his mouth on hers, bruising and consuming, ramming her lips apart so he could stab his tongue into every recess she could take him. The salt of her tears soaked the seam between their lips, enhancing every delicious drop of his rugged male taste, causing her to open wider for him, to moan deeper for him.
When he dragged away, his lips only backed off by an inch. He jerked at the back of her head, raising her higher. His gaze was dark and intense as summer sun while taking in every inch of her face, including the wet trails down her cheeks. He bracketed her with his other hand, pressing his fingers into her jaw and temple, giving her no choice about letting him see exactly how he’d excavated her mind, her soul, her heart.
“Little bird.” The words were an intoxicating mix of reverence and violence. “Fuck. You’re already halfway over, aren’t you?”
She was conscious of blinking at him. Sort of. She didn’t know what mesmerized her more, the power in his touch or the rough magic in his voice. “Over…where?” she whispered.
He poured the bronze heat of his stare over her again. The force of his scrutiny zapped lightning down the middle of her body, bursting into a million shards of heat in the middle of her clit. She shook from the impact, erupting with a whimper of restless need.
Zeke answered with a hard, heavy breath. “Change in the mission plan, honey. I’m not going to make it to the bed, and something tells me you won’t, either.” As he took her mouth again, he spun her around and wrenched her close, forcing the juncture of her hips against the pulsing ridge between his own.
“Fuck.” He rasped it into the inches between their lips as they pulled apart. “You even taste different now.” He suckled again at her bottom lip. “Your surrender has turned your mouth to pure honey. So sweet…” He licked it from corner to corner. “So goddamn delicious.”
As he swooped his tongue inside once more, he dropped to his knees in front of the couch, making her sit on it in front of him. His words made her aware of how he tasted, a combination of wind, spice, and lust that captured her senses so completely, she didn’t realize he’d slipped a length of soft rope behind her back. Cognizance came when he looped the ends around her wrists, deftly
cinching them back to lock against her hip bones. Her new position thrust her torso directly at him—which, judging from the carnal caramel streaks appearing in his eyes, wasn’t a damn bit by accident.
He added confirmation to that by dipping his mouth to one of her hard, jutting peaks. She watched him from beneath heavy lids as he used the flat of his tongue in a sensual figure eight around the tingling nipple. When it was hard as a piece of strawberry candy, he bit into the engorged tip.
“Ohhh!” Her head fell back, rolling her eyeballs the same direction. The stab radiated through her breast and tripled her heartbeat.
“You feel different, too, subbie.” He murmured it while skimming his mouth to her other breast. “You’re hard for me in all the right places. Like here,” –he tugged on her nipple with relentless pressure— “and here…”
While she struggled to process the sensations from his mouth and refocus her vision, he slipped a hand down once more. With the ease of a sniper’s heat laser, he found the most sensitive places in the valley of her sex, rolling his thumb against them with tantalizing assurance.
“Shit!” She lurched forward, needing to clutch him, claw him, make him feel every tremble he induced and shudder he inspired. When her arms caught against her bonds, she groaned in frustration.
Zeke went on like she’d barely sneezed. “You smell so fucking amazing, too. Submission’s turned your pussy into a little garden of lust, hasn’t it?” He trailed his fingers deeper, tracing them along the edges of her vagina. “Open your legs, bird. Open them wide for me, and let me smell how much you want me.”
She moaned again. “Untie me first,” she blurted. “Please…Sir. I need to hold you. To show you—”
“I know what you need to show me.” He lifted his gaze, full of such burnished, beautiful depths, and locked it into hers. “But we’re playing by my terms right now, not yours.” He trailed tender kisses atop her thighs, along the fringes of her pubic hair. “Open up, honey. Spread wide for me.”
