Page 10 of Beautiful Devil

What would being spanked feel like? I’d never been given discipline of this nature, hadn’t even had a boyfriend that kinky in the bedroom. I was also unaccustomed to the level of passion oozing from every pore in his body. I bit back a moan as he rubbed one ass cheek then the other, concentrating on his footsteps as he backed away a few feet. The anticipation was driving me crazy, my nerves on edge. I took several deep breaths until I heard a whooshing sound.

The expectation didn’t meet the reality as the stinging sensations coursed through me, the pain not nearly as bad as I’d thought.

Until he brought the thick leather down four times in rapid succession. Then I nearly jumped out of my skin, the agony blinding. I jerked up from the table, gasping for air as tears stung my eyes. “Oh… You can’t. I…”

“You should have thought about that before you tried to escape,” he growled.

“I don’t belong here. I did nothing wrong. I have a life.”

“I have other business to attend to as well, Emily. Now, we will both have a different scenario that we never intended.”

He pressed me down again, gently rubbing the tips of his rough fingers from one side to the other. I was appalled that his touch tingled my skin in any way, but it did. He swirled his fingers around in lazy circles and I sensed he was hesitating, his breathing as ragged as mine. Then he pulled my legs further apart, before starting again.

I dug my fingers into the table, trying to keep from screaming. My entire world had just tumbled out of control. I was being spanked by an assassin.

And I didn’t even know his name.

As he continued bringing the belt down, I closed my eyes, pretending I was anywhere else but here. There was such a strange set of vibrations flowing through me, tickling my senses, that I was pulled into an entirely different kind of vacuum. He refused to stop, slicing across the tops of my thighs.

When he stopped again, I whimpered slightly, shifting back and forth on the table. That’s the moment I realized I was aching for an entirely different reason. I was wetter than before, my pussy clenching and releasing several times. My God. I was being spanked by a fucking killer and I was aroused by a primitive form of discipline? I was in full blown shock. There was no other explanation. None.

I could still hear his heavy breathing, the husky sound filling me with a combination of excitement and tension. A part of me continued to anticipate he would fuck me, taking me on this disgusting kitchen table. When he rolled his fingers from one side of my body then the other, finally easing them between my legs, I knew I’d been right. He caressed my inner thigh, brushing the edges lightly against my skin.

The electricity soared, my entire body pulsing as I tried to catch my breath.

Then as quickly as he’d ignited the fire, he pulled away.

“Five more.”

The two words were stark, just as cold as the man. He wasted no time, one coming after the other. I was in an abyss, the fogginess of my mind only finding clarity with one aspect. I was hot and wet, my pussy drenched from the sizzling vibrations. Heat remained on my face, my heart thudding wildly, matching the husky sounds of his heavy breathing.

He leaned over, pulling hair from my face, caressing my cheek. “You are quite beautiful. The vile things I could do to you.”

“You’re a pig and I’ll never let you touch me. Ever.”

“It’s not your call any longer,” he breathed as he rolled two fingers down the crack of my ass, sliding his hand between my legs.

My God. I couldn’t stop shaking, stars floating in front of my eyes as he flicked a single finger across my clit. I used that exact moment to shift hard to the right, practicing a move I’d been taught years before. Even with my shorts at an awkward angle, I managed to ram my body against him, rocking him enough I was able to smash my fist under his chin.

“Fuck!” he growled, almost going down.

When he snagged my hair, jerking me back, I swung a second time, this time able to ram my fist into his jaw.

The change in his eyes was instantaneous, the dark and cruel look unlike anything I’d ever seen before. Lust had combined with his anger, woven together in a malevolent force. What small amount of humanity he might have left in him was tossed aside, replaced with nothing but the filthy needs of a beast.

He slowly lowered his head, taking several ragged breaths as he returned his hand between my legs. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

“You must have me mistaken for someone else.”

“And you must have mistaken me for a man with a conscience. All infractions are required to have punishment.” He cupped my mound, allowing a single finger to slide just past my slickened folds. Even though I tried desperately not to react, the slight moan was a clear indication that even though my mind screamed he was a twisted fuck, the chemistry between us was something I’d never experienced before. “You’re very wet. I think you crave the darkness. Don’t you, sweet Emily?”

“Never. Especially not from a horrible fuck like you.”

“You’re right. I’m a very bad man, the kind of man who just altered your future. As of now, you belong to me. And I’m going to enjoy every moment of devouring you, breaking down all your defenses. Is that what you want, Emily?”

Even the way he said my name was seductive, pulling me into a swirling cloud of darkness and explosive heat. I was sopping wet, the repulsive scent of my own desire forcing me to shut down my mind. I refused to accept my body’s betrayal, slamming my hands against his chest.

“You can fight me all you want, but that’s not going to change a thing.” He laughed, the sound so deep and throaty that my nipples hardened, aching for his touch.

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