by Faye Pierce
“I’m afraid to,” she says.
“I don’t think you fear anything. There’s ice water running through your veins. It’s in the blood. You can only deny it for so long,” I say.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What makes you think you know anything about me?” She asks
“I didn’t grow up in this world as you did. I scratched and clawed my way to the top. I wanted to make myself bigger than life to show my father that I could amount to something more than some graduate of a technical training school,” I say.
She has this uncanny ability to make me say things I wouldn’t say to anybody else, including Leo. It’s almost like she has a spell over me, but I know one surefire method to break it.
One hand takes hold of the bottom of her dress as I press forcibly on the back of her neck with the other.
She bends to convention but not by her own free will. The slight gasp is a little surprising, but I enjoy a woman who invites pleasure and pain in many forms. Valeria tests my limits, but I don’t feel constrained when I lift the fabric to see that my assumption is correct. The wet stain confirms her desire without her having to speak a single word.
“I’m going to scream,” she threatens.
I take the precaution of putting my hand over her mouth before she has a chance to attract the wrong kind of attention. She struggles in vain.
“Nobody is going to hear you. Leo is outside the door. He’ll make sure that we’re not interrupted. You need to understand your place. A man like me demands a woman to obey his every command. You’re the first to defy me. I’m going to tell you a little secret. I like the way you fight me. It makes it that much more exciting to see you succumb to my basic urges,” I add.
My eyes travel down the backside of her torso. Her body is a sinful and delicious example of a woman in sexual distress. Yet, she doesn’t try to fight me very hard. There is no scratching of my eyes or kicking me where the sun doesn’t shine. She likes being subservient, but I doubt she likes knowing that about herself. It’s that revelation that pushes me to unbuckle my belt and snap the black leather hard enough to make her jump out of her skin.
I place it next to her head. “You should’ve seen the look in your eyes. I don’t need anything other than my hands to teach you a lesson you will never forget. Let this be a reminder of what happens when somebody decides to displease me.”
She mumbles something, but I can’t hear her with my hand over her mouth.
I lick my hand for the maximum amount of contact with her skin. I don’t want her to know when it’s coming. She stares at me in the mirror.
This is my world, and everybody else lives in it.
Valeria
I should be thrashing madly, but I don’t for the reason that’s as old as time. This craving for the bad boy is not something I’m used to. It feels good to have no control over him, exemplifying a man of action.
“I’ve changed my mind. Screaming is what you want me to do. Do your worst. I’m not going to say one word. You won’t hear a peep out of these lips. Does this make you feel like a big man? It’s pathetic. I’m not a prize at the bottom of a crackerjack box. I have real feelings and opinions that matter,” I stress.
He places both hands on my cheeks with the white virginal panties visible. The material is a string of floss barely covering my smooth mound.
“Do you smell that in the air? It’s not napalm in the morning,” he snickers into my ear.
“I don’t smell a damn thing,” I counter.
“That is sex in the purest form. It’s that sweet aroma of surrender,” Caspian says.
It’s tempting to grab the belt and defend myself, but I know it would be pointless.
That first crack of thunder explodes when he brings his hand down.
I bite my tongue to hold back the scream. He allows a few seconds to follow that first initial strike. He wants to unbalance me. Looking at the woman in the mirror tells me she needs more of what Caspian can give her. It makes me feel subjugated and embarrassed to let him lay hands on me.
“This could have been easy, but you made it harder on yourself. I’m glad you did. Those meek and mild waifs do nothing for me. This gets me all hot and bothered. It’s the perfect recipe for when I get you behind closed doors under the sheets. I call this a teasing gesture. It shows you that I mean business,” Caspian whispers like a snake.
He spanks me several times, each one harder than the other. There are tears in my eyes, but there is also something else happening down below. The pain and humiliation have evolved into a pleasurable sensation.
One finger enters me.
My juices flow freely, and I shiver from the orgasmic rush of adrenaline pushing me beyond my boundaries, yet my emotions compel me to look at him with hatred and condemnation. It’s my fault for letting him think he has me where he wants me.
I could have run for the door. Why didn’t I is the question?
There’s no excuse for my behavior. My body betrays me with this torch of delight burning through my lower extremities. My eyes flutter in response to the intense stimulant of his finger stirring things to the surface.
I certainly didn’t know spanking was a form of pleasure and pain mixed into one delicious act of dominance.
He stops and takes a step back to admire his handiwork.
My skin is on fire, the juices streaming down my legs.
“I would say that hurt me more than it did you, but we both know I would be lying,” Caspian scoffs.
He licks his finger while watching me in the mirror.
“Are you happy with yourself? It takes a small man to overpower a woman. I don’t think you know what love is. Women feel much more deeply than men. We are not stupid. We know sometimes men say those three little words because they feel trapped. It doesn’t have to be that way. It could be a simple matter of mutual respect and desire. You think the only way to make a woman yours is by being masochistic,” I say.
The dress thankfully falls down to hide the way my body responds to his touch. But, unfortunately, it’s going to be hard to sit down while wearing the handprint of his dominance. His reputation is something that makes people fear to tread close without asking for permission.
“That is an understatement. Most men don’t know how to love a woman unconditionally. I’ve heard people say a happy wife makes for a happy life, but I don’t believe that. You are here with me for a purpose, but that doesn’t mean we can’t mix business with pleasure,” Caspian says.
I’m trying to hide the way my legs are shaking. My trembling hands are behind me, holding onto the black marble counter. It’s hard to trust myself when my body wants more than anything to take the full force of his masculine dominance.
“I don’t know how you expect me to walk out there after what you just did. They’ll see it on my face. I’ve never been able to hide anything from my father. This was a mistake. It might cost you more than you want to pay,” I say.
“I can handle your father. What I did here is what every man wants to do but is afraid to take matters into their own hands. Amazingly, some women love this sort of thing, and I think you are one of them. You’re going out there with a smile on your face if you know what’s good for you,” Caspian says on the way out.
“Where do you think you’re going. I’m not done giving you a piece of my mind. This is never going to happen again. You’re not going to get close enough to put your hands on me. You mentioned the honeymoon, but there’s not going to be one. This marriage isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on. It’s nothing more than a facade. I never agreed to sleep with you,” I shout.
Caspian stops at the door with his hand on the handle, but he doesn’t say a word. There’s a sudden tension in the air. I said something to rattle his chain, and now I have to face the full wrath of a man that knows how to get what he wants.
“You just can’t help yourself. I’m going out there, and I expect you to follow. I think you should know one thing before I leav
e. Sex is on the table…in the bed...on the floor...up against the wall…” Caspian trails off, laughing into the hallway beyond.
His words send a cold chill down my spine.
I take a couple of steps and almost fall to my knees. I’m able to hold onto the wall for support. I open the door and immediately hear the buzz of people congregated in the dining area.
My mother appears with a drink in her hand. “I didn’t even know you were seeing someone. He is handsome. Are you happy?” She asks a loaded question.
“I don’t think that I have felt this way for another man,” I answer truthfully.
She hugs me, and I return the sentiment. The glass of champagne will help to dull her senses. She probably won’t remember this conversation. It’s better that way.
I try and avoid having to speak to anyone. It’s difficult being the bride, but I need to think. Then, it suddenly dawns on me that the honeymoon is going to follow the reception.
He looks over at me and lifts a glass. It’s easy to see that he’s undressing me with his eyes. It makes me feel naked and exposed. A small tremor of aftershock hits me hard enough to make my breath erratic. I know what’s waiting for me. God help me, but I have to admit the idea of letting him touch me again holds me hostage by the throat.
Chapter Five
Caspian
The reception had everyone in a jovial mood, but my thoughts were on the honeymoon.
It’s only been a few hours, but it feels like an eternity since I’ve seen my bride. She had some last-minute preparations to see to, and I’m trying to kill time back at my place.
She’s moving in and will be here any second to take her rightful place by my side. It will be nice to have her under the same roof to keep my eye on her. It will also give Midnight a female companion.
“I hate to say this, but she doesn’t sound like the usual type of girl you’re attracted to. I watched her at the ceremony standing at the altar. Of course, she was nervous, but there was something more I just couldn’t put my finger on. So treat her with respect,” Midnight says when the sound of a car crunching along the gravel breaks my thoughts. Valeria is here at last.
“She is a handful,” I say, purposely ignoring her last statement.
“She might need to see a friendly face. So stay here and stop brooding. We both know how you get when things don’t go according to plan,” Midnight adds.
My sister knows me too well. She shakes her head and looks up at me. She’s wearing black stirrup pants and a blue sweater after a horse ride. I tried to tell her it wasn’t a good idea, but she wouldn’t hear anything of it.
She’s not going to let her injury take away the one thing she loves the most.
Leo opens the door, and I see Valeria for the first time since the reception, and my hand tingles from the bathroom episode. I can’t stop smiling. I’m anxious and hungry to consume her until she begs me to stop. My prowess in the bedroom has most of my conquests, walking tentatively in the morning. They say a night with me is like being hit by a train. I take that as a good thing!
They walk toward me, and I can’t stop watching the way that Valeria moves. The black dress is a mere wrapper to remove. She’ll understand shortly what her obligations are in this marriage, including physical displays of affection.
“Where have you been hiding this one? She’s a delight. I am going to make arrangements for us girls to have a spa day tomorrow. No men allowed,” Midnight explains.
She’s in my natural habitat, being observed with eager eyes.
I stalk my prey and extend a warm greeting which includes a glass of warmed cognac. Valeria doesn’t hesitate to consume every drop without stopping until the glass is empty.
“Are you sure the two of you are related.? You have to admit that you’re a little rough around the edges. She’s the exact opposite. That’s not a bad thing. I’m just curious to know what family I’ve married into. Her sense of style is whimsical. Those earrings have a hidden meaning but only if you are close enough to see it,” Valeria mentions.
I’m not sure what she is referring to, but my curiosity is piqued.
I invade my sister’s personal space to inspect her ears. It takes me a moment to see it but then it becomes all too clear. Each is engraved with a hand and a finger extended in a less than ladylike fashion. Nobody can see it unless you know what you’re looking for.
“Leave it to my sister to show disdain for those around her without being blatant about it. Now, let’s take your luggage upstairs, and we can retire for the evening.” I say with a guiding hand on her spine.
Valeria stumbles for a moment but manages to keep her balance.
“I know it’s your honeymoon, but try to pace yourselves,” Midnight calls out from the bottom of the stairs while holding on to the pine polished banister.
Valeria is about to say something, but I stop her with a look.
I brusquely push her along until we’re in front of the bedroom door. She looks back at me and shakes her head vehemently.
“This marriage is in name only. I won’t be having sex with you. Nobody could pay me enough to do that. I don’t care what you said in the bathroom; it will not change my mind. You’re despicable. That girl downstairs doesn’t deserve to live in your shadow. She has greatness written all over her face. I bet you don’t know half of her humanitarian efforts,” she teases.
“I don’t have my head in the sand. I know everything about what my sister does to make the world a better place. She’s fighting a losing battle, but she continues to persevere despite the disappointments. She’s obviously a better person than I am,” I deflect.
“You could be an example to her, but you don’t even want to consider a different path. It would take a lot of work to go legitimate. You don’t have to always feel threatened in your own home by enemies lurking in the shadows. I think you just like being the man,” Valeria says.
“Don’t talk about my family like you know anything about it. This is your room. Make yourself comfortable,” I say without mentioning anything about the honeymoon even though it is permanently imprinted in my mind.
She slams the door in my face, but I know she’s not going to be alone for long. My loins ache to consummate the marriage. She needs to feel me inside of her. It’s the last piece of the puzzle before she learns the hard way how things are going to be between us.
My sister has her room on the other side of the estate and won’t hear anything. The staff has been given the night off with pay.
I know what I want, and she will give it to me one way or the other. She might fight me on principle, but she will give in to pleasure.
Valeria
I change into something more comfortable. It’s silky and adheres to my body like a second skin. Lying in bed listening to the crickets outside make me aware of my heart beating faster than normal. This is supposed to be a magical evening between partners, but my defiant attitude can vex others.
A fantasy of him standing in the doorway without a shirt on has me spreading my legs wide under the covers. My fingers have been responsible for my orgasm for as long as I can remember. There isn’t a man I have spent the night with that knows where everything goes. It’s usually fifteen minutes of fumbling around in the dark until they grunt in release before leaving me to finish off what they started.
I’ve heard through the grapevine he can be rather intense in the bedroom. It does make me wonder how accurate those reports are. It appears I’m about to find out.
His footsteps approach the door. There’s no lock to impede his progress. A rush of blood travels from my head to between my legs. It’s hard to sit still when I see the doorknob turning and suddenly see his shadow on the threshold.
“I thought I made myself abundantly clear. Don’t come any closer,” I warn with my fingers gripping the sheet.
He walks in and closes the door. Caspian isn’t wearing a shirt. I know what he’s looking for, but I don’t want to give in to his demands. He steps over to the bed an
d quickly pulls the sheet off in one quick motion. His pants fall to the floor. There’s no underwear.
I can’t stop staring at his appendage. It’s as hard as a stone with a droplet of sexual arousal on the tip.
He crawls on top of me, his knees on either side of my vulnerable body.
“I know what you said. I just don’t think you mean it,” Caspian says.
His hand touches the inside of my thigh, and my upper body arches involuntarily to the pleasure inflicted. It’s barely more than a whisper, but then he spreads my legs and leans forward with his tongue extended.
Whatever I want to say gets caught in my throat.
