by Piper Stone
“You have much to learn, baby girl, but I can’t wait to watch you flourish. Pain. Pleasure. Agony. Ecstasy. Never forget who can give them to you.” He took his time pressing his fingers into my soft skin with enough pressure I realized how strong he truly was and what he was capable of.
But I wasn’t afraid. Instead, I was more aroused than ever, my heart hammering against my chest.
He eased onto his haunches before tearing off his shirt, staring at me then unzipping his jeans as he stood. “You will be fucked. Later you will be punished, and I assure that you won’t soon forget when you need to obey me.”
There was a level of intent with his words that was different, even more obsessive. While he wasn’t angry, he was utterly disappointed, his expression and eyes reflecting his disdain. Even his body was shaking as he finished undressing.
I stared up at his exquisite physique, the rippled muscles that continued to make my mouth water, and shuddered from the shame I felt. He’d grabbed at every emotion simply by the harsh look, the whispered words. I wanted to obey him, to be that good little girl. I never wanted to see that look on his face again.
As he slowly dropped to his knees, taking his time as he hovered over me, I opened my legs in a blatant invitation. Finally, a smile crossed his face as he lowered down, immediately placing the tip of his cock against my swollen folds.
“You’re such a beautiful little slut, my girl. You hunger for only what I can give you.”
“Yes, sir.”
Allowing a slow and very heated breath to escape, he planted his elbows on the ground, his face only inches from mine. “This will be a good reminder of what obedient girls get.”
A moan roared up from the depths of my being as he shoved the entire length of his cock inside, my muscles stretching to accept his girth. His cock throbbed, filling me completely. I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his as I pressed my hand against his chest.
His breathing remained heavy as he pulled his cock until only the tip was inside. Then he pounded into me, taking me brutally, the force stealing my breath.
I clung to him as he fucked me, unable to take my eyes off him, the feel of his thick shaft more incredible than any other experience. With every savage stroke I fell into the sweet lull of the man who owned me. There was beginning to be no doubt in my mind. He was my master, the man who could yank me into raw ecstasy.
He remained on his elbows, studying me, his face shimmering from light perspiration. I was dazzled by his gorgeous looks, his sullen attitude. He was so damn powerful and without even realizing it, I slid my hands up his chest, cupping both sides of his face. As my thumbs brushed across his cheeks, I could see the light change in his eyes.
I’d touched his scar, given him a reminder that he wasn’t whole, but I refused to stop, continuing to caress his skin.
When he slowed his actions, I locked my feet together, fearful that he’d walk away, punishing me even more.
Gabriel remained, the look in his dazzling eyes changing once again and for the next few minutes, we were as one. He was no longer just fucking me.
We were making love.
And it felt so right.
Perfect.
Yet I knew in those few powerful moments that they wouldn’t last.
Even though words slipped past my lips, ones I’d determined never to say.
“I love you.”
Chapter Fourteen
Gabriel
The past...
The newest threat had come just as we’d returned from the drive, the blip of my phone giving me a cold chill. While I’d ignored it at the moment, I also realized there was more to this tale being told. This was nothing more than a wretched game.
I stood with a glass of wine in my hand, watching as she finished swimming laps, taking her time before coming in to accept her discipline. I was looking forward to this round, my body craving something more intense.
Punishment.
I’d studied various methods over the years, the joy and consideration of inflicting pain a part of my broken psyche. I’d learned to appreciate the art in ways the majority of men couldn’t handle.
Or would refuse to tolerate.
I wasn’t most men, embracing my sadistic needs the same way as my requirement for breathing. Thirst rushed into my system, leaving my throat parched and my tongue swollen. I polished off the glass of wine even though I knew the liquid would be unable to help my condition.
The only way to quench my thirst was by driving my tongue into her pretty pink pussy all over again, the moment in the field not nearly enough. That would have to come later.
We’d enjoyed another afternoon, the joy of doing simple things allowing me to breathe for the first time in years. Hell, maybe I could achieve happiness after all. She remained by the pool, preparing for another harsh spanking. Her disobedience was my fault for not keeping the rules I’d started, for indulging in pleasures of the flesh.
This was her favorite room in the house. She didn’t give a crap about fancy items or expensive furniture. She was happy curling up on the couch, enjoying the simple pleasures of a glass of wine.
I marveled that she’d realized this was my personal space, the one location in this wing of the house I’d felt comfortable. However, I still rarely walked outside, preferring the comforting room enshrouded in shadows from the waning light. I wasn’t certain why I’d brought her here the first time. The decision had been last minute, perhaps testing my own resolve.
Now I couldn’t imagine spending time with her anywhere else.
Other than in her bedroom, the nightly visits something I craved more than anything. Just being able to take her in the darkness seemed filthy, more sinful than any other time.
Maybe I should consider my behavior a complete failure, although I’d been allowed to see another side of her. Gentle.
Caring.
Emotional.
All things I usually hated.
As I took another sip, savoring the selection of merlot, my phone buzzed once again. This time there was no hesitation. I yanked it from my pocket, glaring at the screen.
I know what you did to her...
What. The. Fuck?
Had I made a mistake thinking this was about business? My body began to shake, my heart racing. I was sick of the fucking game. Using one hand, I texted back:
Who the fuck are you?
As I expected, the asshole had cut my ability to respond. Hissing, I tossed the phone onto the table, pacing the room. This had to be about Alessandra, which meant my instincts about Bobby Rivers were correct. He was coming after her through me. Well, fuck him. The goddamn asshole had another think coming.
My anger was off the chain, my heart racing. I would wrap my hands around the fucker’s throat. I still wanted to know the connection with Luis. Bobby would tell me or the penance would be much worse. I chuckled at the thought and polished off my wine, my anger replaced with burning desire.
I took a deep breath, able to smell a hint of her perfume lingering in the entrance.
One of the many privileges I’d given her over the past few days. I enjoyed seeing her in lovely clothes, her beautiful eyes highlighted by the various hues I selected. As I turned, my breath was once again cut short.
Alessandra walked tentatively into my room, holding a towel wrapped around her. I watched as she took calculated steps before turning to face me. With her wet hair and bare feet, she looked vulnerable and innocent.
Although I knew she was neither.
She was strong, both in mind and body, her spirit unbreakable. Or so she thought. “I’m here, sir, as requested.” Her voice was little more than a whisper, the playfulness all but gone. Perhaps she understood that I wouldn’t so quickly forget her disobedience, even after her valid attempt at seduction.
I enjoyed seeing studying her as I always did, watching the subtle change in her emotions. She was my kryptonite, a woman capable of breaking through my chains. Hell, Jefferson would say I was becoming unrav
eled, refusing to handle business even as the stocks continued to slide. I wasn’t concerned. The land deal would go through, the acquisition the ultimate feather in my cap.
“As I told you this afternoon, your infraction can’t go unpunished.” I’d wanted nothing more than to cut a long switch, covering every inch of her beautiful skin with marks, but I’d waited on purpose. As I’d said to her before, the anticipation was almost as delicious.
For both of us.
I’d heard the subtle words she’d whispered earlier; the very statement I’d thought I’d never hear again. The truth was, I wasn’t entirely certain I wanted to hear them, but my heart had soared the minute she said them. Even her touch against my face was enough to yank away additional layers of pain and sin, rage and hatred.
If only for a few minutes in time, a blip and nothing more. She couldn’t love me. No woman could.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her lower lip quivering.
I moved quickly, yanking the chairs away from the small table.
“Remove the towel and come here. This will do nicely for what I have in mind.” I kept my tone even as I walked to a small cabinet, opening both doors. I heard the slight gasp she emitted, obviously noticing the contents. I allowed my eyes to roam my collection, salivating at the combination of implements I’d amassed.
All carefully handmade by artisans and craftsman, each one of a kind.
Tawses.
Canes.
Quirts.
Paddles.
My heart raced from seeing them once again, my mind reeling from the realization that this was the first time I’d have the opportunity to use a single one of them.
My selection for the night? A beautiful birchwood cane. As I snapped my wrist, the whooshing sound was like sweet music to my ears, almost as much as her moan from before. When I turned around, I wasn’t certain whether to anticipate that she’d obeyed me, but she had.
Her long body was draped over the dark wood of the table, the contrast against her porcelain skin provocative as hell. I found it difficult to breathe as I approached, my blood pulsing. She was tense, her body rigid and her eyes were closed.
“Anticipation is one of the greatest aspects of discipline,” I stated as I moved behind her.
She clenched her fists in response, taking several deep breaths.
I rolled the tip of the cane down the length of her spine, moving it into the crack of her ass.
“Oh,” she murmured and pressed her face against the wood, her lips twisting.
A single inhale brought me a sense of peace, the fragrance of her sweet pussy invigorating. I wanted to bathe in her juices, have them stain my skin for long hours. I smiled at the thought before opening her legs, positioning them several inches apart. The sight of the anal plug also brought me pleasure. At least she was capable of obeying me on certain terms.
Her terms.
That was about to change.
“I’m using a cane tonight, your infraction significant enough to warrant such a harsh punishment. As quickly as I can give you pleasure, I can also take it away.”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t control myself,” she whispered as she studied me, still searching for any sign that I had a heart or a soul.
“Control is vital for both of us. In time, you will learn.” I continued my exploration, sliding the cane down the inside of her right leg, tapping the bottom of her foot. She curled her toes, her breathing coming in short pants. “If you want something, you may ask.” I eased the tip up the left leg, this time tapping her bottom.
Alessandra flexed her hands, sliding her arms up in order to grip the edge of the table.
“Twenty for your insolence. An additional five because you don’t seem to understand the gravity of your offenses.”
I pressed my hand on the small of her back, caressing gently, ignoring the series of strangling electric jolts shooting through me. I wanted to become the sadistic man, the beast who had no care about anything but his own needs. I longed to see the stripes she’d wear for days, a remembrance of her ownership.
I cracked the cane four times, one coming immediately after the other. The sharp sound was bolstered by her immediate whimpers as she curled her legs, rolling slightly to the right.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. God.” Her moans echoed in my ears, adding to the sounds of my rapidly beating heart.
I was on fire, even more so than when I’d shoved my cock deep inside. “Stay in position. I don’t want to have to start all over again.” When she hesitated, I eased her legs down, stroking both before brushing my knuckles across her reddening bottom.
Heat was already building, the warm blush the most beautiful shade. I snapped my wrist, bringing the cane across her sit spot then issuing a single crack across her upper thighs.
She clenched her bottom, biting back a strangled moan, her body shaking.
When I gave her four more, she jerked up from the desk, gasping for air. “I’ll be good. I promise.”
“Yes, you will. I know you can.” I pressed my hand on her back with the tips of my fingers, guiding her down. I was shocked my cock was already twitching once again, eager to claim her.
Even my mouth watered at the thought of fucking her tight little ass. Perhaps I would do so after all.
As I caressed her bottom, the tingling heat trickled into my arm, searing every nerve ending. Using just the tip of my index finger, I brushed it across her buttocks then between her legs, moving over her swollen pussy lips. They were the perfect shade of rose, almost matching her rounded bottom. I was giddy at the thought, my sadistic needs still hovering at the surface. I knew if I lost control, I could hurt her more than necessary.
I closed my eyes, shoving aside the monster, once again bringing the cane down several times in a row.
Her whimpers drew my attention and even from where I stood, I could see tears slipping past her lashes. I wasn’t sure why, but the sight of them was cathartic, pulling me out of the darkness. I wanted to wrap her in a blanket, holding her close, kissing away her tears.
As I leaned over, she flinched, her scattered moans jabbing at my blackened soul. I brushed them away, bringing the salty beads to my mouth. I knew she was watching me as I dragged my tongue through them, an unsettling feeling clamping around my heart.
The sinful contract I’d entered into would destroy us both.
I shook my head, attempting to remove the cobwebs. The dichotomy of my feelings was too severe, my control slipping. I was even uncertain of the number of strikes I’d issued, finally settling on twenty in my mind.
“Five more.”
“Yes... sir,” she managed. There was no hint of rebellion, no sign she was taking this lightly.
I moved the cane from one hand to the other, flexing my fingers, my vision cloudy. I needed to finish this.
When I issued the last five, she didn’t move or cry out, but her back was heaving from her scattered breathing. Swallowing, I moved in a perfunctory manner, placing the cane into its slot and closing the doors, lowering my head for a few seconds of peace.
I’d gone to BDSM clubs before in an effort to calm the beast. While the women had been initially fun to play with, I’d grown bored almost immediately. The last visit had been two years before. I almost laughed at the thought. I slid my hand to my shaft, rubbing through the light fabric, creating a wave of friction. I wanted her to the point of madness, my hunger off the charts.
It was as if she’d become a drug, a desire that would never cease, never be sated.
My cock continued to ache, the hard push against my zipper actually pissing me off. I couldn’t stay away from her. I took long strides, opening her legs as wide as they would go. She tensed once again from my touch, shifting her head in an attempt to see what I was doing.
There was no need for discussion. I was simply taking what I wanted, quickly removing the plug and tossing it into the small bar sink.
“What... What are you doing?” she dared to ask, the defiance already returning.
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“Fucking that tight little ass of yours, just like misbehaving girls deserve.” As I freed my cock, she managed to lock eyes with mine, her lips twisting.
I dragged my cockhead up and down the crack of her ass several times before pushing the tip just inside her darkened hole. She was tense once again, but her legs remained wide open, the whimpers slipping from her mouth ones of desire.
Everything seemed to be a blur as I held back, the pounding of my heart echoing. I was lost in the hunger of passion, sliding my cock in an inch at a time as I spread her ass cheeks wide open. Her scattered cries floated between us, so beautiful in tone, the lilting sound sweeter than any classical rhapsody.
“Oh. Oh...” Alessandra arched her back, pressing her palms against the desk. When I thrust inside several times, she rocked her body, meeting every hard plunge with one of her own.
“Tight. So damn tight.”
I became the crazed beast, my actions brutal as I took her, driving savagely. There was no holding back, no other way for the beast to be sated. I pounded into her, craving more as the sound of skin slapping against skin drowned out everything else. I simply couldn’t get enough, the force shoving her hard against the desk.
Sinful.
Filthy.
Dominating.
I loved every second, a smile crossing my face, but as my balls tightened, my cock swelling in her tight little hole, I realized I couldn’t hold back for long.
She moaned, clenching and releasing her muscles.
Fuck. Fuck!
“Yes. Yes...” I muttered, my breathing becoming labored.
As a force of scattered light pulsed across my field of vision, I growled deeply. Then I erupted deep inside, my fingers digging into her skin.
I had no idea how long I remained buried inside, basking in the moment, but only her soft mewls were able to bring me out of my reverie.
She shifted her head back and forth, sighing several times as I stepped away. I was drunk on her sex, stumbling several feet.
