Page 56 of Sunshine
“Hell no,” I say with a chuckle. “I love the challenge.”
“Okay.”
Wasting no time staring at her beautifully vulnerable face, I begin peppering her ass with spanks from the spoon. She squeals and squirms but instead of trying to break her arm from my hold, she grips me. Releasing her wrist, I grab her hand, folding our fingers together.
“I’m sorry…” A gasp cuts off her words before she continues. “For worrying you.” Her voice is elevated in a pitch that says she’s feeling the spanking, getting the message. I continue though, until I’m sure she’s had enough.
“You’re forgiven, Sunshine.”
Her ass is splotched with red circles, and an all-over pink blush. I toss the spoon onto the table. It skitters to the end and teeters off the side. Tessa pants and sniffles and I wonder if I went too far. The thought hits me hard in the chest. As does the fact that I care so much. I consider both as I rub away the sting, soothe her roasted skin and just touch her.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt taken care of by a man.” She gathers a breath. “And by a long time, I mean never.” She chuckles.
I don’t. Instead, my gut clenches.
Pulling Tessa up onto to her feet, I press a hot kiss to her mouth. Her cheeks are flushed, her lip swollen probably from biting it, but her eyes are dry. They’re soft — not at all guarded like usual.
“Come here, sweetheart.” I pull her into my arms, and she doesn’t hesitate to hold me in return. Reaching down, I touch her ass again, kneading and messaging until she moans into my shoulder.
“You’re my good girl now, yeah?”
She nods into me, her body soft and pliant in my arms.
I’m no sadist, but when a woman likes it rough, I give it good, knowing that I’m fulfilling her needs, that she chose me to satisfy her fantasies, and that she’s ultimately the one in control. But with those women, I was a prop. We were both getting off, sure, but there was no real connection. They didn’t want to know me, and I didn’t want to know them. We were both simply playing a part to satisfy our own needs until we parted ways. I know some of that was because I didn’t see myself as anything else buta good time. And not worthy of more. At least not since I went undercover. But it’s not like that with Tessa. Not at all.
Tessa is no doubt enjoying our game, egging me on with the purpose of earning an interaction rather than just a reaction. A way to keep her guard up while she explores her needs—emotional and physical, but there’s much more between us. It didn’t start that way, but it morphed at some point. And I meant what I said, somewhere along the way, she became mine.
I press a kiss to her head. I’m not exactly sure when I started feeling responsible for her emotional well-being, but I do. And now, in this twisted way we’ve becomemore,I owe it to her to read her, to know her needs, and to treat her submission like a gift because trust is something this woman doesn’t give easily, and keeping it is suddenly damn important to me. I want to be worthy of her.
For once I have something to lose again besides my daughter. And it’s Tessa Harlow.
Chapter Seventeen
Case
As I stroke Tessa’s hair absently, I think tender thoughts, at least until her muffled voice blurts, “Are youevergoing to fuck me? If I get any hotter, I’ll combust.”
Her irritated words make me want to laugh, but I don’t because as she looks up at me I see something serious in her eyes. Is it fear of rejection? Or is it simply discomfort with the way things have changed between us in these last few moments?
It doesn’t matter though. Because I’m not rejecting her, and I damn well want her more than I’ve wanted anyone before. As far as our newly extended boundaries, I’ll deal with those slowly.
Releasing her, I gather and let go of a breath. “So demanding, aren’t you?”
I scoop her up by her underarms, turn, and plop her onto the counter. She hisses as her hot, sore ass hits the cold counter and I wiggle my brows at her. “That’s what I like to hear. However, my Sunshine obviously hasn’t learned her lesson yet.” My voice lowers, and I add a little menace to my tone as I speak again. “No one makes demands on me, Sunshine. Live free and ride hard.”
“I’d like to ride hard,” she murmurs.
I shove her arms up against the cupboards. “Keep them there.” Pulling open the closest drawer, I shuffle through it, shoving aside some clothespins and other junk before grabbing a zip-tie. Looping it through the cupboard handle and around her left wrist, I tie her hand. I do the same to the other, smiling when she tests their strength. I yank her pants and panties, still around her knees, fully off and toss them onto the floor. Pulling two more ties out I do the same to her ankles, tying her legs wide open to the lower cupboards. Nipping up the insides of her legs, I rise.
“Now, you’re my captive.” I smirk playfully, but my cock jumps at our game. The head of my cock nestles in the damp hair between her thighs. I look down. “Not our time, buddy. We gotta teach Sunshine here some manners. Show her who’s really in charge.” Reaching into the drawer again, I grab the scissors. I snip them quickly in the air in between us. Pulling the bottom hem of her tank top, I click the scissors again. She looks down and smiles.
“Are you going to cut my top off, Mr. Biker?”
I shoot her a half smile and make the first cut, then, instead of continuing with the scissors, I rip the material right up the middle.
“Are you going to narrate everything I do, beautiful?”
“Do you think you’re the Hulk or that old balding wrestler?”
