by Stone, Piper
“Yes.”
I brushed the back of my hand down her neck, swirling the tips around her throbbing artery. “You are so full of life but so very disobedient.”
“I am who I am. I will wear the dress as required.”
I gave her neck a gentle squeeze, using just enough pressure to allow her to understand that I was indeed in charge. Finally, I broke the connection, taking several steps away. “Tell your father’s attorney nothing of this arrangement or it will be considered null and void. In fact, if I find out you’ve told anyone, your punishments will be severe.”
She responded only by looking away.
“Upon return, and if you’ve kept your end of the bargain, new contracts will be drawn within twenty-four hours. Do you agree to the terms?” My balls were swollen, filled with need, the pain exquisite.
She hesitated again, her stamina as well as her ferocity diminishing. I could almost read her mind, the way she craved this kind of domination and had for years, never finding solace in any relationship.
“As I said, we have a deal, but heed my earlier warning.” Lola stood tall as she issued the statement, her head tipped in my direction.
Her continued defiance was something to be dealt with immediately.
“Excellent. Then we are going to begin today.” I was more than ready to begin her training, to enjoy getting to know the girl, now a woman, who I’d fantasized about for several intense months.
“What?”
“There are rules that will be followed. Do you understand, Lola?”
She wrinkled her nose, hissing the answer. “Yes.”
“Yes?” I lifted my head, keeping my eyes wide open. “You will give me respect at all times.”
Swallowing, she pinched her lips together before speaking. “Yes. Sir.”
“I think you need to learn a hard lesson for today’s infractions. Don’t you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You need a severe spanking.”
Her mouth opened wide, a slight moan slipping up from her throat. “No. I...”
“Do we need to go over the details of our contract again? I’m happy to do so one more time.” Control. This would teach me all about controlling my emotions in every manner.
“I hate you,” she whispered.
“Tell me that you need this.” Yes, I was challenging her in a way that she’d never experienced before. I wanted to see just how far she would allow her mind to go at this point.
“No. I...” She pressed two fingers across her mouth. “That’s not it.”
“Really? You haven’t longed to be taken over a man’s knee, spanked any time you’re a very bad little girl?”
Lola huffed and pushed a single strand of fallen hair from her eyes once, then again. “You don’t know me.”
“I think I do. Just answer the question. Tell me the truth. What do you crave and why?” My hand was shaking, forcing me to clench my fist, and I could hear the sound of my beating heart echoing in my ears.
Lola shook her head several times.
I simply gave her a dominating look.
She laughed, the sound full of nerves. “I want passion, the kind that romance novels are made of. I long for security, a man who understands my needs and will take care of me no matter the obstacles.”
“And?” She wasn’t prepared to peel the onion, exposing her inner desires. That would take time.
Lola shook her head, taking a deep breath. “And I want love. Okay? Real love, not the kind of adoration that only lasts for a few days. That’s something you know far too well. You could never understand the concept of true love.”
“Oh, I understand more than you know.” I realized I’d been holding my breath.
A mewing sound was replaced by a hoarse whisper. “I guess that’s what you wanted to hear. My weakness.”
“That makes you the strongest woman I’ve ever known.”
Lifting her head, she gazed into my eyes, searching, as if expecting that I was making fun of her.
“Thank you for being honest.”
She nodded and lowered her eyes.
I beckoned with a single finger. “Remove your skirt and panties.”
“I...” Her expression was contrite at first, but I could see a glimmer of desire clawing at the surface, longing to be set free.
“Do as I say.”
Lola dropped her head, her fingers rubbing up and down the front of her skirt.
“Lola.” My excitement was building, my own yearning threatening to get in the way. I could see fucking her long and hard over my desk, sliding my cock deep inside, drilling into her as she screamed out my name. Not yet.
“Yes. Yes... Yes, sir.” She kept her head lowered as she reached behind her back, unfastening her skirt. Shimmying the material past her hips, she issued a slight whimper as the skirt fell to the floor. She kicked it aside before sliding her fingers into the thin elastic of her panties.
I was mesmerized by her physique, her long legs meant to wrap around a man, her full hips and thin waist. She was every man’s fantasy and she belonged to me.
Lola hesitated, taking a deep breath before lowering her panties. When she was free of the confines, she immediately placed her hands in front of her groin, trying to cover her beautiful form.
“Hands at your sides,” I instructed, almost immediately getting an eye roll. She would not be tamed so easily. I moved closer, drinking in the very feminine scent as it wafted between us. God, the woman was intoxicating in every manner. “Make certain you are shaved tomorrow.”
She jerked her head in order to look me in the eyes. “Shaved?”
“Your pussy. I prefer a bald cunt.” I could tell she wanted to lash out, but to her credit, she gritted her teeth.
“Yes, sir.”
“Take off your jacket. That will only get in the way.”
She exhaled before obeying, carefully tossing it onto one of the chairs.
The outline of her erect nipples stirred the beast deep inside, my cock twitching. I imagined having one in my mouth, sucking. Biting. I remained in front of her as I slowly began to unfasten my belt. “Discipline is not only for the body, but also for the mind, giving a submissive a sense of peace.”
“I’m not a submissive.”
“You’re not? I think otherwise. In fact, I can see right through your false bravado, the conservative suit, and cheap but closed-toed shoes. You’re trying to make a statement to everyone around you, especially men. You are off limits. I see you differently. I see the little girl inside begging for release, hungering to forfeit all her controlling ways and to find a master who will nurture and train, protect and discipline.” I’d taken a decided step closer, infringing on her space. “We will have no lies here, Lola. You will be truthful every time you answer me.”
A slight smile curled on her lip. “Why, yes, sir.”
“Then tell me. You crave having a man in control, protecting and caring for you while you serve him. Don’t you?” I lifted her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes. I knew the answer and she realized I could see right through her. I squeezed her chin, creating just enough pressure that she whimpered. “Don’t you? Tell me, right now.”
“I already told you, I yearn for security. However, submitting to a man will never happen.”
“We shall see.” I rubbed my thumb across her lips before pulling the belt through the loops on my trousers. She watched every move, her gaze locked on my hands. “Go to the desk and lean over.”
Lola took several shallow breaths, obviously trying to control her nerves as well as her fear. She was glistening from perspiration, beads trickling down both sides of her face, covering the top of her lip. Without saying a word, she walked to the desk, glaring at the top then at the glasses for a full ten seconds before leaning over.
“Grab the other side.” I fingered the belt, running my fingers back and forth across the smooth grained leather. I would enjoy this round of pun
ishment more than I had any before. After all, Lola Markum was very special.
She pressed her face against the cool wood.
I folded the belt as I moved closer. “I will discipline you every day, but actual punishment will be doled out only when necessary.” I expected her to retort, to spew words of hatred but she only closed her eyes, her grip on the edge of the desk tightening. I pressed my hand against her back and she bristled, her muscles tensing. “Twenty for the infractions today. I think that will be a fair number given your heightened level of disobedience.” I rubbed my fingers across first one then the other ass cheek, my excitement building.
When I issued the first strike, hitting on her sit spot, her body jerked but she didn’t cry out. I smacked her again then again, waiting as her back heaved, her legs beginning to shake. Her bottom was already a delicious shade of pink, fueling the darkness within. “You’re a very proud woman. I can tell what you yearn for while you’re alone in your bed, all the nightly cravings, the intense fantasies. You push every boundary in hopes of taxing a man enough to take you in hand.” I didn’t wait for her reply before striking her twice more.
Lola moaned, her legs kicking out.
I rubbed across the fresh blush of crimson on her naked ass, the rush of current mixing with my own adrenaline until I had difficulty breathing. I issued four additional hard smacks, one across the tops of her thighs.
“Shit!” This time, she jerked up, one arm thrown back.
“None of that. We can certainly wash your mouth out with soap if that’s necessary. Stay in position or we will start again.” Gripping her wrist, I squeezed before pushing her arm up over her head. “That’s a good girl. I have no doubt in my mind that this is everything you’ve ever wanted. Before the week is out, you’ll admit all your deepest desires.”
“Yes. Sir.”
Goddamn, her insolence remained. I took a step back and began again, giving her one after the other, the snap of my wrist practiced, hitting exactly where I intended. As I continued the intense round of discipline, I envisioned various levels of punishment, and ways to enrich the experience.
Lola whimpered, her entire body undulating, trembling but I could tell she was resigned, even grateful for my firm hand. Or was I thinking too far ahead?
Everything about this woman made me crazy with desire, the intensity keeping my adrenaline flowing. My cock was aching to the point of utter agony, pressing against the now tight confines of my pants. I rubbed my eyes before finishing the task, making the last strikes with the leather strap something she would remember. “We are finished. You may dress.”
I couldn’t help but watch her for a few seconds, longing to see even a single tear, her total acceptance of my dominance. She wasn’t ready, but she soon would be. Time and patience.
Lola moved slowly as she pushed up from the desk, panting as she eased to a standing position. I noticed her shaking hands, the way she fiddled with her disheveled hair, the light glisten shimmering on her skin. She was indeed losing control.
“Ordinarily, I would have you stand in the corner, to recount your sins.”
She shook her head before wiping her eyes, keeping her eyes averted as she took cautious steps toward her clothes. “You’re still a monster.”
The words struck me in an entirely different way, forcing a reflection that I hadn’t anticipated. “Yes, sweet Lola, I am. But I’m the kind of monster that will give you everything you’ve ever desired, whether or not you realize and admit that’s what you need. When you submit to me body and soul, you’re going to forget everything you’ve ever learned about passion. I’ll teach you the joys of absolute agony and incredible pleasure. But only if you’re a good little girl.”
She hesitated, blinking several times and I could hear a slight moan, a breathless whisper of surrender. Dressing in silence, never looking in my direction, her facial expressions changed several times, a reflection of her strong emotions. She grabbed her heels, remaining barefoot and when she was finished she walked toward the door. She was still shaking, her mannerisms demure in comparison, her chest rising and falling as if unable to catch her breath.
“Come to me,” I instructed. A surge of desire washed through me, creating a vacuum of need. I was pushing every button, but I needed a single taste of her to satisfy my cravings.
Lola nibbled on her lower lip, a trait allowing me to see past her skin-tight mask, and padded in my direction, standing only a few inches from me. “Yes, sir.”
I wasn’t naïve to think that she’d fallen into my spell by any means. She was still playing me, biding her time in order to garner additional information, or even a way to exact revenge. That’s another attribute I adored about her. She was very much like me. I touched the side of her face, brushing the tips of my fingers back and forth. Her skin was soft, a gentle reminder of how amazing the touch of a woman could be.
There was no pull back, no clenching of her fist or tensing. She tilted her head, her eyes penetrating, capturing my essence if only for that brief period of time.
Lowering my head, I captured her mouth, easing my hand to the back of her neck, holding her in place. The kiss was gentle at first, a beginning, her lips slightly open. I held the stance as she pressed her palm against my chest, her fingers kneading yet not pushing. I wrapped my other arm around her waist, pulling her in close, sliding my tongue just inside.
She crinkled my shirt with her fingers, wrapping them around the material, clinging to me.
The kiss became more passionate, my tongue thrusting all the way inside, exploring, entwining with hers. The electricity skyrocketed, creating spots in front of my eyes. I could hear a slight guttural whisper coming from her throat as I fisted her hair. I wanted her right here. Right now. Without any question. My cock was throbbing, pushing hard against my pants.
Her body relaxing even more, she rose onto her tiptoes, as if wanting more, needing the commanding side of me.
I ran my hand down to her ass, cupping and squeezing, drawing her even closer as I ground my hips against her belly. I had no doubt she was as wet and hot as I was hard, our combined yearning becoming desperate. There was no denying our connection, no way to avoid the inevitable. I broke the kiss and moved my lips across her cheek to her ear, nipping her earlobe.
“Oh...” Her cry was slight but full of raging hunger and she undulated her body, shifting back and forth, creating such heated friction that I was fearful I’d orgasm.
The thought was delicious indeed. “I want you, sweet Lola and I’m going to take you in every hole, fill you with my cum and leave you begging for more.”
“No, that can’t...” she moaned as I yanked back her head, exposing her neck.
Growling, I licked down the angle of her jawline, moving to her neck, sucking and biting on her tender skin. If I didn’t stop now, I knew I would take her here, without question.
But she wasn’t ready.
I eased back and kissed her forehead before taking two steps away. “You should get some rest.” Her eyes were glassy, her face shimmering from a sheen of perspiration created by raging desire. And her scent. Dear God, the scent of her hunger was overpowering.
Breathing out, she brushed both of her hands up to her hair, removing the clip and shaking her head.
The gesture was far more provocative than the kiss itself. I was in awe of her beauty.
“Where are you really staying, your father’s house?” Now, I needed a drink in order to calm my nerves.
The sadness in the way she shook her head was gripping, driving a stake into my heart. “The downtown Marriott, room six twenty-two.”
“Excellent choice.” A tightness formed in my chest.
“What time are we leaving?” she asked before pressing two fingers against her lips.
“Eight. We’ll get started early. We have a long way to go and I don’t like to waste any time.”
She took a step around me, her gait unsteady. Glaring over her shoulder, she bit her lower lip, a single shake of
her head. When she reached the doorway, she stopped just long enough to whisper, “I’ll be ready. Sir.”
My jaw clenched, a moment of utter satisfaction sliding into my system. She could be trained. “One last thing, Lola. You are very right that I’m a dangerous man. I would hate to resort to alternative methods in order to enforce our deal. But I will if necessary. I would keep that in mind if I were you.”
Lola did the only thing that a woman in her position could do at the time. She slowly twisted her head until she was able to look me straight in the eyes.
And she smiled.
The moment she walked out, I sagged as if the life had been sucked out of me. “Fuck.” Whether or not I was doing the right thing could no longer enter my thoughts. She was mine to keep, to use, and to care for.
To discipline.
To fuck.
To love.
Love. What in the hell did I know about love? I struggled to grab my glass, heading for the bar, the beautiful sunset drawing my attention. She would never know the man inside, the one that had been hidden away for years or the very reason why. She could never understand what kind of life I’d led, the constant sense of danger and I never wanted her to. She would know one thing. That a man owned her body and soul, if only for a week.
I poured a full glass of bourbon, swirling the liquid before lifting the tumbler, toasting to no one in particular. If only things could be different. The sound of my phone ringing gave me a snarl. Looking at the caller, I laughed. Giovanni would, of course, want to bask in my failure. Well, fuck him. I had no desire to hear his blatant statement, his incessant need to put me in my place. I sent his call to voice mail and shoved the phone back in my pocket. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone.
There was no way of knowing how long I’d stood by the window, but the sun had gone down, twilight settling in. I walked back to my desk, my feet heavy and sat down, turning on the desk lamp and locating the contract I’d tried to force Richard to sign. No. I no longer cared about the money or the reason for the hard press. I no longer gave a shit whether or not my father would be pissed, retaliating in some ridiculous regard.
