Page 35 of Killian's Vengeance

Unease rippled through me at the unfamiliar need to keep her to myself. I’d fucked any number of women in this club in front of anyone who happened to be around to witness it and had never cared. In fact, I had appreciated the audience because it had kept the sex from feeling too intimate. The thought of sharing Willa with other men, even just their gaze, had me seeing red, uncomfortable feelings of possessiveness and territoriality roaring through me. I knew this thing with Willa would probably blow over after we found Lily, but for this moment, while she was here, she belonged to me.

“Keep your hands at your sides,” I ordered, not bothering to answer her question. She knew.

I dipped my hand into her panties, thrusting two fingers inside her and started pulling and pinching her nipple. I wanted her horny, desperate, wild.

I slid my thumb over her clit and her eyes slid shut, her hips twisting manically to grab at the orgasm that I was holding resolutely out of her reach. Her hands remained submissively by her sides as she allowed me to play with and pleasure her body however I saw fit. Waves of power, hot, potent and intense rolled through me at her obedience.

“So good, Willa,” I whispered against her neck as I licked, sucked, and bit her soft skin, loving the sight of the small marks I left behind. I quickly unbuttoned her skirt and gravity did its thing as it dropped to the ground. Her panties followed quickly. “You’re being so good,” I praised, and she whimpered in response. I needed to get her ass on the bench, or I was going to fuck her against this wall.

“What are you going to do?” she repeated breathlessly.

“I’m going to spank you. You need it.”

“I need to be spanked?” she asked tartly, a little of her fire returning.

“Absolutely.”

“Why?”

I cocked my head at her, debating if she wanted to hear all the reasons why I was spanking her. She probably thought this was just a kinky little scene because I told her I was going to punish her, but it was about more than that. Her words from earlier still spun around in my head, accusing me of enjoying whipping her when she hadn’t deserved it. She knew it wasn’t true, that I wasn’t okay with hurting her in Lily’s place. My gut clenched when I remembered her reaction to the real pain I had undeservedly given her.

But the way she lashed out at me, it was as if she had forgotten the night before, bothered me. As if she’d forgotten how I’d swatted and pinched and spanked her and she came and came and came.

She needed to face who she was and what she craved.

I moved my lips close to her ear, my fingers stroking her needy little clit. “I told you I was going to punish you for not telling me you were coming up here. But more importantly, I’m doing it to demonstrate, once and for all, that you like a little pain during sex. In fact, based on what I’ve experienced with you, I suspect you might like quite a bit of pain.” I licked her ear and slid my tongue down her neck to sink my teeth into her shoulder. “I remember flogging your ass bright red, remember how wet your pussy got, how you moaned, how much you hated that you loved it. I remember it all and now I’m reminding you. Again.”

She was nearly incoherent now, just a jumble of moaning and broken words.

“Now, I’m going to spank this sexy ass, I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to fuck you hard,” I whispered darkly in her ear, my hand reaching down to rub the area that I was about to be spank and the other sinking two fingers into her hot cunt. She was nearly shaking with arousal and anticipation.

I needed to start this right fucking now or I was going to come in my pants.

Firmly gripping the back of her neck, I bent her over the spanking bench. She snapped out of her daze, rearing up at the awkward, extremely revealing position the bench put her in. Her legs were straddling the padded center, spreading her pussy and ass. My cane mark was still very evident even after I’d applied lotion a couple of times. As much as I regretted how it got there, I still I fucking loved looking at it.

“You can’t be serious. I can’t stay in this position,” she balked in embarrassment.

I leaned my body over hers, my chest pressing against her back. My fingers slid between her legs, two fingers twirling around her clit. “You look fucking gorgeous. Sexy beyond words.” I leaned behind her and slid my tongue inside her slit, causing her to jump slightly, then moan deeply, my fingers still twirling around her clit.

She wasn’t buckled in yet, but she didn’t get off the bench. She wanted this but was struggling to let herself have it, getting in her head and letting embarrassment and shame crowd out the excitement and pleasure. It was a common enough dilemma for a new submissive, but I’d never played with anyone who wasn’t experienced.

In the past, I made a point to only engage partners who were well versed in the same things I was. Yet, fate had thrown this sexy, gorgeous, adorable, innocent girl in my path and I could do nothing but gorge myself on everything that was her, even if I had to navigate her nervousness and lack of experience. Previously, I would have identified those two qualities to be an unequivocal turn off, but as I watched her overcome her fears, her insecurities, her doubts my arousal skyrocketed. I wanted her more.

“Will you let me have you, Willa? Control your body, control your pleasure? Will you trust me?”

I waited for several heartbeats feeling the tension still buzzing under her skin. Her consent was crucial to her accepting this part of herself. Slowly, miraculously, her body softened and relaxed against the bench. I heard and felt her take a deep breath, as if working up her nerve.

“Yes, Killian, I’ll trust you.”

I swear, I almost came at her words. I thrust my hand down between my legs and squeezed my stiff cock, trying to get myself back under control. Her trust and surrender were the most potent aphrodisiacs I’d ever encountered.

“You won’t regret it, baby. I’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

“I don’t doubt it,” she murmured.

I grabbed her hand to buckle it to the bench and she reared up again. “Wait. I don't want to be tied down.”

I was momentarily puzzled by her refusal and then realized she was thinking of when I first had her and shackled her to the bed in my room. My chest tightened with utter self-loathing and regret that she was having this reaction, but I was glad to have the opportunity to help her overcome it. By the end of the night, she would only think of ecstasy when she saw a restraint.

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