by Madison Faye
“I don’t do gentle, baby girl,” he promised and drove into her again and again. She met each thrust, hooking one foot behind him.
He bit at her neck, scraping his teeth down her throat.
“Fuck,” she gasped when he pushed her thighs toward her cheeks, making her passage tighter and his cock bigger.
“Language.” The chastisement came out on a low growl and he nipped her harder. The painful edge of his bite only drove her further to her orgasm.
“I have to, oh fuck, oh god, oh! I have to!” She gripped his shoulders.
“All you have to do is beg.” He grinned down at her, grinding his hips into her and rubbing her clit harder as he continued his sensual assault on her body.
She groaned. Beg him. Hadn’t she already given him enough? She’d gone against her rules. She’d accepted his authority, she’d given into a submissive side she didn’t admit existed, and now he wanted her to beg?
“You can do this, baby girl. You can give me what I want.”
“What do you want?” She arched her spine, feeling him go deeper still and moaning.
“Everything. Give me everything, Jaelynn.” He stopped moving, staring into her eyes. “Give me all of you. Submit to me, completely.”
Her breath came out in a huff, not from repulsion, not from fear, but from a deep relief leaving her body. He didn’t see her as just a little fuck toy for the weekend. Something had transpired, something went deeper between them.
“Please let me come for you. Fuck me until you make me yours,” she begged in a soft, deep, soul-tearing voice.
“More.” He thrust harder, making her body jerk along the bed.
“Please make me yours, make me your baby girl,” she pleaded, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Come with me, come now.”
It was as though her body now obeyed him. As the words escaped him, her body exploded with fire and pleasure and pain and beauty.
He captured her scream with a kiss as he growled against her lips and found his own release. His cum filled her. Spasms from his cock mirrored her own pulsations as they rocked together until they slowed to a stop.
His breath mingled with hers, hot and heavy. A thin layer of sweat covered his chest, and her chest, and everywhere between. There was no him or her at that moment, but only them. Together.
Another kiss, another sweet bite to her neck and he withdrew from her. He didn’t go far, and he never released her. Rolling to his side, he pulled her with him, cradling her in his arms.
“I’m never letting you go,” he vowed into the silence of the room. She snuggled harder into his chest.
“I—” she sighed. “I have to fix what happened. He can’t get away with it, and he’s your uncle.”
His arm tightened around her.
She would find her revenge.
And he would let her go.
She didn’t get a happy ending.
Chapter Six
Jae spent the afternoon sleeping. He wondered how long it had been since the woman had any real rest without worrying about avenging her parents. How to make the rent? How she would survive working in the Annex without having to give herself over completely?
After a call with Peter, Hunter confirmed what he already knew. She’d never been with any client for anything other than impact play. It settled his soul to know she wasn’t touched in the way he’d touched her by anyone else frequenting the Annex.
He needed to figure out what to do with his uncle. She deserved retribution. His uncle had killed her parents, had hurt her. For that transgression, he wanted to wrap his own hands around the old man’s throat.
Keeping her would mean she’d have to deal with Jansen. And he wouldn’t make her face him with a pleasant smile, and he probably couldn’t keep her from diving across the table with a knife in hand either.
She had spirit, and he wouldn’t tear that from her.
“Hunter, your uncle’s here,” Damien interrupted.
“Fuck.” Hunter stood from his desk. His uncle picked the wrong time as usual to show up. “Keep Jaelynn upstairs. If you see her, you pick her ass up and carry her back to my rooms and tie her down.” Hunter rounded his desk.
“Okay,” Damien said with more pleasure than Hunter could allow.
“Not literally, asshole. Just keep her up there. She can’t see my uncle.”
Damien’s shoulders slumped. Apparently, his little girl had pissed Damien off with her adventures in his office.
“Got it. He’s in the living room helping himself to your brandy.” Damien jerked a thumb and headed toward the stairs to keep watch.
Hunter nodded. “Thanks.”
As he made his way to the living room he heard voices. The staff had been given the weekend off. Only Damien had stayed back.
“You don’t remember?” Jaelynn’s voice carried down the hallway and Hunter picked up his speed.
“I’m sorry, but no. I have a lot of buildings and real estate through the city. How could I remember one useless warehouse?” His uncle’s deep voice chilled him.
“Jae!” Hunter rounded the corner into the living room and set his sights on her. Dressed in a pair of leggings and one of his t-shirts, she stood five feet from his uncle. Her hair had been brushed back into a ponytail.
She didn’t turn to look at him but kept her glare on his uncle.
“Hunter!” Jansen smiled and turned away from her. He had no idea how much she wanted him dead. “I didn’t realize you had company, or that she was—well—allowed to walk around freely, otherwise I would have waited until Monday,”
Hunter’s eyes narrowed at the implication his uncle made. Jae was not a whore, and she sure as fuck wasn’t some slave toy to be chained up in his bedroom.
“Jaelynn is free to do what she wishes, Uncle. I was hoping to introduce the two of you properly, though. She’s going to be around for a long time.” He kept his eyes focused on his uncle, not sparing a glance toward Jae.
“Ah, took a long contract? I should have really jumped on that deal with Samuel. Ashland is making money hand over fist, especially now with all his regulations. Give the girls a bit more freedom and you’ll get a better caliber of product.”
“Product?” Jae whispered from the other side of the room.
“Jae, go upstairs, please,” Hunter said with a head jerk.
“No.” she argued, crossing her arms over her chest. “You just said I do as I please.”
Hunter gritted his teeth. He couldn’t very well threaten to spank her ass in front of his uncle. He would find it too entertaining, and he needed him to lose interest.
“Jaelynn, go upstairs right now.” Hunter’s jaw clenched. Keeping his voice level had never been so hard.
She looked at him, then his uncle. Her shoulders dropped. “Yeah. Of course.” She stopped at the entrance of the living room and glared at Jansen. “That warehouse you don’t remember. The useless building you blew up for the insurance money, or to hide some murder, or evidence of some other shit, killed my parents. Not that you care. Not that you’ll ever pay for what you did. I wanted you dead for the past five years. But you dying won’t bring them back. Instead, I hope you lose everything. I hope your entire empire crumbles and you die a lonely old bitter man.”
Jansen’s eyes narrowed and his fists clenched.
“Jae, go!” Hunter barked at her.
With tears in her eyes, she turned and ran from the room.
“Who the fuck did that bitch think she was talking to? She wants me dead? Did she tell you that?” His uncle’s face reddened.
“She’s no threat,” Hunter assured him.
“You let her speak to me with such insolence? Such disrespect?” His anger began to rise in his voice.
“I’ll deal with her,” Hunter promised.
“See that you do. If she ever speaks like that to me again, I’ll take care of it myself.”
Hunter knew better than to argue. His uncle would do what he
wanted, and if he wanted to teach Jae a lesson, the harshest spanking he could ever give her would be foreplay in comparison.
“What did you want to see me about?” Hunter changed the topic.
A man who put business above personal relationships, his uncle slid into work mode. Hunter listened while the prattle went on and on, but his thoughts were of Jae. She’d been ready to cry.
Was it from anger or from betrayal? Did she think he didn’t side with her?
He’d have to make her understand. His uncle couldn’t be fucked with. It wouldn’t be safe for her, or for him.
“Hunter.” Damien ran into the room, out of breath and annoyed.
“What now?” Jansen barked.
“Sorry, sir. She’s gone.”
“Who’s gone?” Jansen demanded. Had he already forgotten about Jae? Only minutes had passed.
“What do you mean, she’s gone?” Hunter turned his back on his uncle and stalked to the door.
“I mean she’s gone. She passed me in the hall going back up to your room, so I waited outside and made sure she stayed up there like you said. But then I heard glass, and a yell. She left.”
“How?” Hunter was already running to the front door.
“She jumped out of your window. The window must have slammed shut after she was out, the glass shattered.”
“Fuck. Get the car,” he ordered. “Uncle, I’ll have to finish this later.”
“Let the whore go.” Jansen waved a hand. “You’ll get another.”
Get another.
There was no other than Jae.
He turned to Damien. “I said get the fucking car.”
Chapter Seven
Jaelynn stood at the bus stop, one suitcase in hand, the other at her feet. The wind whipped around her, blowing her hair across her face.
She’d been such a colossal fool! Thinking she could actually get to and kill someone as powerful as Elliot Jansen? What had she been thinking? He would have killed her in one second without thought. She ruled her life on emotion.
Meeting Hunter had been the only solid event in the last three months that she could have held onto as real. Except, she’d seen the loyalty in his expression when he talked to his uncle.
And of course, he’d be loyal to him. He was family. He was Hunter’s boss. Who was she? A good little girl who played nice for him? A solid fuck?
Ugh, she’d been so fucking stupid.
She needed to get out of town. Scraping up what money Peter had given her from her last pay, she’d bought a ticket. She had no friends or family to help her, she was on her own. And she would do fine. She’d find a new job, one that didn’t require her lifting her skirt up and taking a spanking. And she’d find a new home.
And maybe she’d find a new man.
One who could possess her as easily as Hunter had in such a short time?
She shook her head. She was still a fucking fool.
“I’m pretty sure little girls aren’t allowed to run away from their daddies.” A deep voice settled over her. Her spine stiffened.
“Hunter.” She bowed her head, not from submission, but from shame. How could she look him in the eye after what an idiot she’d been?
“Turn around, Jaelynn.” His command seeped into her.
She expected to see a firm jaw, angry dark eyes, similar to when she’d first met him.
“You’re leaving?” He looked down at her bags. “It was so pointless? Our weekend together?” She detected hurt in his tone, saw it cross his features.
“I was so stupid. Your uncle, the Annex, all of it was wrong.” She took a steady breath. Crying wouldn’t help her now.
“And me?”
“You?” She raised her chin. At the very least, he deserved the truth, even if it meant embarrassing herself. “You showed me what I really want. How much I could really submit to a man—to you.”
“And now you’ll just find someone else?” His voice hardened.
“No. I mean, I—”
“I meant it when I said I’d never let you go. It wasn’t just words mumbled during a quick fuck. I meant it. It’s true you’ll never get to avenge your parents, it’s true my uncle will go on without having to pay for what he did to you. And if looking at me every day makes that truth too painful to bear, then I’ll let you get on that bus.” He looked away. “But you won’t be alone. I won’t just let you ride off. I’ll know where you are. I’ll be watching. I’ll be taking care of you.”
She sucked in a breath. “You can’t—”
“I can and I will. Because I fucking meant what I said, Jaelynn. Did you?” he demanded, closing the space between them, his insecurity rolling off of him. He opened himself to her; she could reject him, cut him down, and walk away. He might watch from a distance, but he’d never get to have her.
“My parents—”
“Nothing will bring them back.”
“You work for him. You work for the man responsible.”
“Yes, I do. For now. When he retires, it all goes to me. But if throwing all that away keeps you here, then that’s what I’ll do.”
A tear slipped from her eye. He’d give up everything for her?
“You’d do that? You’d choose me? That’s crazy,” she said in a whisper.
“Well, that’s what you do to me. You make me crazy.” He grabbed her hands. “Now, you can either come home with me and accept your punishment for being such a naughty girl, or you can get on the bus and always wonder what it would have been like. Being my little girl, my wife, my life.”
She swallowed hard.
“You really are a crazy bastard.” She laughed.
“Your fault entirely.” He didn’t smile, he didn’t blink.
She hadn’t answered him yet.
“I don’t want to see him. I never want to talk to him or see him,” she said firmly.
“You won’t have to. I’ll deal with it.” He nodded.
“And you can’t give it all up. Well, maybe the bad stuff?”
He quirked an eyebrow.
“How much of a punishment are we talking?” She tilted her head.
“Oh, one hell of a spanking, several long corner time sessions, and a fucking you’ll never forget.” His hands gripped her harder, a smile teased at the corners of his mouth.
“A nice spanking, one corner time, and a fucking I’ll never forget,” she countered.
He growled. “You don’t negotiate your punishment.” He let her go and grabbed her bags.
“Okay, two corner time sessions,” she added when he gave her a nudge to get going toward his car that was idling a few spots away from the station.
“Keep it up and you’ll be sporting a bare red ass around the house for a week,” he promised and handed the bags to Damien waiting at the car. She noticed the soft look of relief on his expression. Maybe he wasn’t so pissed that she’d out-maneuvered him again.
“I think that should happen regardless,” Damien grumbled while tossing her bags in the car.
Hunter pinched her ass and opened her door. “He has a point. Red bare ass for a week. Anything else you’d like to negotiate?” He leaned down, completely invading her space.
“You really want me forever?” she asked, not blinking.
He kissed her. Not just a welcome home kiss. But a kiss that stopped her heart, made her toes curl, and sucked the air from her chest. She didn’t exist without him.
He owned her.
“And ever,” he muttered against her lips.
“My daddy ever after?” She smiled.
“Yes, baby girl. Now get in the car before I start your spanking right here in the street.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She climbed into the car.
He really was her daddy ever after.
The End
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Finding Her Place by Amelia Smarts
Chapter One
Kayla Smith wrinkled her nose with disgust and looked around her dorm room, the place she’d called home for the last two semesters on the Los Angeles university campus. It smelled faintly of chemicals and strawberries from a plug-in air freshener her roommate Amy liked to use. Amy had left for the summer and was probably skipping along La Jolla Beach while Kayla breathed in the stale air and stared at the cracked stucco walls.
“Ugh,” she grunted out loud. She stormed the two paces to the wall and plucked the air freshener from the outlet, then dropped it into the overflowing trashcan. No need to tolerate the stench if Amy wasn’t around.
It was going to be a long summer. Her friends had all gone home because none of them had been so foolish as to fail a class, like Kayla had.
Well, you should have studied, she told herself sternly, the critical voice in her head sounding a lot like her mother’s.
Kayla was from a long lineage of people who believed in picking oneself up by the bootstraps and getting on with things. She couldn’t imagine any of her hardworking peasant ancestors falling to pieces over something so insignificant as being broken up with by a boyfriend.
Tough peasant roots notwithstanding, her recent breakup had struck Kayla hard. She’d thought things were fine between her and Colton. Not perfect, but what relationship was? He’d made her laugh with his corny jokes, she’d made him cookies. The sex hadn’t been horrible and in fact was fun most of the time. She didn’t have much money, being a scholarship student, but she had often picked out something small for him when she was out, such as a Reese’s peanut butter cup or Star Wars figurine. He’d always acted grateful. It wasn’t until after he broke up with her that she realized he’d rarely done the same kind of thoughtful things for her. Had he even noticed or cared what it was she liked and disliked?
