“I’m always right, my beautiful Caroline.” He pinched and twisted my nipple in a brutal manner as he continued to grind against me. “And remember, I know you. Every inch of you, including the desires you’ve kept pent up for years. No boyfriend has ever been able to satisfy you, no plastic toy has been capable of producing what you require.”
What a fucking asshole. Panting, I licked my dry lips, struggling with my own mind to try to push him away. Everything was a blur, my inability to focus jarring. And yes, I was wet. Yes, I wanted this man… this monster to fuck me. I was blinded from the raging desire sweeping into every cell in my body.
The pain coursing through my system was exhilarating, breathtaking in a manner I’d never experienced. I was lost in the blinding hunger only vaguely aware he’d yanked my dress to my waist. In a swift move, he wrapped his fingers around my panties, ripping them away with a snap of his wrist. He kicked my legs apart as he blew a long and sweltering breath across the back of my neck.
“Oh!” Moaning, I was forced further over the desk, his rugged hand smacking my ass over and over again.
“You are going to learn to obey without question.” His husky voice sent shivers into the very core of my being.
“Never!”
My answer was met with another series of hard swats against my bottom, his hand moving rapidly from one side to the other.
“Let go of me!”
He wrapped his hand around my hair, yanking. “You’re not in charge any longer, Caroline. The sooner you get that into your head, the better off you’ll be.”
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you! I could no longer say the words, my emotions all over the place. Fear and uncertainty, anxiety and some horrific level of excitement created a wave of nausea.
“I will teach you,” he muttered, his hand peppering my ass cheeks and upper thighs.
I continued to struggle in his hold, kicking out, flailing one arm behind me. “You’re nothing but a bastard.” I expected him to whip me even harder, to teach me the lesson he so desperately wanted me to learn. Maybe I was pushing his every button to see just how far he would go.
Maybe I secretly craved the very firm hand he’d insisted I needed. No. No! The thought was revolting.
Terrifying.
Breathtaking.
I was shocked at the mire of thoughts, as well as the visions of the spanking I’d received in my studio. I’d been excited, pushed onto a delicious precipice. I had to be just as sick as he was. I couldn’t fall for this, losing myself to this man. Ever. So, I fought harder, almost managing to wiggle out of his hold.
He hissed and pushed me down, leaning over. “I’m not going to harm you, Caroline. What you don’t seem to understand is that I do care for you. From the very first time I laid eyes on you, I refused to settle for another woman. I had to possess you.”
I heard the sound of his belt buckle and the moment my mouth watered, I was thrown into Never-Neverland. “I’m not an object.”
“No, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
His words shouldn’t have impressed me to any degree, but I was thrown by the sincerity, the heightened level of longing. As he jerked the leather strap free, cracking the tip against the floor, my body jumped involuntarily while my mind wrapped around the reality. There was nowhere to run, no place to hide.
“Now, hold your position.” He released his hold, folding the belt in front of my eyes then gliding the thick leather down my back. I was shocked at his level of calm. There was no anger, no nastiness in his tone. He was simply giving orders.
Everything about this man surprised me.
I just seemed to react to his command, easing my face against the cool wood, and stretching my arms out to hold onto the edge of his desk. Everything was a blur, whirling in front of me. I took several breaths, preparing.
Obeying.
Dominick snapped his wrist, the strap slapping across both ass cheeks.
There was no flash of instant pain, no indication that I felt anything. My grip became white-knuckled and I concentrated on my breathing, even counting as I heard the whooshing sound once again.
Crack!
I was thrown at the intensity of the noise, pain finally coursing through my cheeks. I closed my eyes in shame as my cream trickled from my pussy, leaking onto my inner thighs.
The spanking continued, one coming immediately after the other. The pain shifted into anguish, forcing cries from my throat, but I refused to cry. I would never give him the satisfaction.
“You’re doing much better than I expected, Caroline.”
I wanted to retort. Dear God, I did, but I bit my cheek to keep the nasty words at bay.
Dominick shoved two fingers past my swollen folds, flexing them open as he thrust as deep inside my pussy as possible, driving in a barbaric manner. “I can give you everything you’ve ever desired, but every moment you’re disobedient, you will suffer harsh punishment.”
I heard the words. I knew what he was saying. I also couldn’t react or answer.
Two fingers became three then four, plunging like the horrible savage he was but I was so wet, close to coming. “When you’re a good girl, complying with my rules, the pleasure will be infinite.”
He ripped his fingers away, resuming the round of punishment, the strap smacking against my bottom, creating vicious heat.
The anguish was blinding but the way my pussy clenched, my nipples aching to an almost desperate level was shocking. On some level I wanted this.
Needed this.
Still, I was humiliated by the moment, as well as my ridiculous thoughts.
His fingers were thrust into me again, brutal and unyielding. I heard his savage growls, so husky and sensuous that I was floating on some cloud, arching my back and widening my legs as far as they would go. The scent of my feminine wiles wafted up, filling my nostrils. I was so aroused, every cell in my body on fire. Panting, my cunt muscles clamped around his fingers, trying desperately to draw him in further.
When he removed his fingers once again, I whimpered, undulating my hips against his desk.