As he buried his face into my neck, I lost all control.
“Then come,” he commanded.
There was no holding back, no sense of anything but my desire for the utmost pleasure. I exploded, my entire body shaking in a violent manner as one orgasm became two, then the most incredible wave. I was lost in the moment of ecstasy, barely hearing his anguished expression as he jerked me up and down on his cock.
But I felt his release, his seed filling my dark hole, keeping me tangled in a loop of sheer heaven.
When he was finished, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close until our breathing calmed. The way his fingers delicately stroked my skin was the icing on the very rich cake, pulling me closer to him, to a man who refused to allow anyone to say no.
He’d gotten what he wanted.
He’d taken what he needed.
And what he didn’t know is that he had already stolen a portion of my heart.
Miguel pressed kisses against the back of my neck before easing me to the couch, forcing me to lie on my stomach as he rose to his feet. “You’re going to stay right here. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?” He smacked my bottom four times in rapid succession.
“Yes. Sir.” I half smiled at the requirement. I’d never even called my father sir.
“Better.”
I heard him rustle with his clothes and knew that he’d left the room. I turned my head, staring at the envelope. Whatever had occurred when he was gone had disturbed him in several ways. I knew better than to ask what he was hiding or what he planned on doing. It just wasn’t my place.
Huffing, I concentrated on the sounds of the ocean, the sloshing waves just loud enough to allow me to relax, catch my breath.
Even as my curiosity continued.
There were so many questions to ask, so much information that I wanted to learn. One day, maybe he would trust me enough.
I heard his footsteps as he returned and closed my eyes, uncertain of what to expect.
“Truly a very bad girl. You’re disrespectful and mouthy,” he laughed softly as he ran his fingers down my spine, tapping my ass. Then he pressed my ass cheeks apart.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you something to think about tonight.”
I felt pressure, a hardened substance that made me cringe. He was using an ass plug. Oh, God. Every part of me tensed as he twisted the piece, forcing me to take several gulping breaths.
“Relax, sweet princess. This will remind you of your place.”
My place. I clenched my fists, trying desperately not to whimper like some misbehaving child. The pressure was intense, but my muscles yielded, opening up for him without hesitation. He slipped the plug inside inch by inch until I felt so full, another series of sensations rocketing through my body.
Holy fuck.
The pain morphed into something else entirely, still causing electricity to ripple through every cell and tendon.
“Very nice. That will remain inside until the morning.” Miguel took my hand, helping me to sit as he stared down at me. “There’s one more thing. Come with me.”
I trailed behind him as he led me into the kitchen. He turned on the lights hanging over the island, his eyes never leaving me as he took a sip of his wine.
I watched him as he studied me, drinking me in as one would a prized possession. He rubbed his thumb across my cheek, his long fingers caressing my neck, using the leverage to pull me forward. As he crushed his mouth over mine, instantly parting my lips, the immediate taste of the rich red wine was far more intoxicating than I could imagine.
He held me close, savoring the moment of passion, allowing the kiss to become a wild roar between us. When he finally eased back, he rubbed his index finger through the single bead of wine that had slipped from my mouth, forcing the tip just inside.
“Thank you for saving food,” he said as he sighed and nodded toward the food. “An unexpected surprise.”
“I like giving surprises,” I whispered, giving him a mischievous grin. A moment of awkwardness settled between us. He wasn’t accustomed to anyone doing anything without a devious reason.
“Well, you should get some rest,” he said as he placed the glass on the counter, sliding open one of the drawers. “However, you do need to remember that for every misguided act, there will be consequences.”
The wooden spoon he brought into the light gave me pause.
“While I might not have food, I do have all the basic utensils that can be used for much more than cooking,” he added.
“You already spanked me.”
“For something else entirely.”
I realized at that moment that I would always be at his mercy, required to obey some form of rules. I’d grown up with far too many. Still, I was excited at the prospect, almost laughing at the realization. Maybe I’d hungered for a strong man in my life for years. Maybe I needed a firm hand, unforgiving to my bratty tendencies. I swallowed, swaying back and forth like some impetuous child.
His brow remained lifted as he pulled me over the edge of the counter, forcing me to inhale the various delicious scents. He eased hair from my face, stroking my cheek in such a loving manner, almost making me forget that his gentleness was more of an act. He pulled the platter out of the way, using just his index finger, pushing the tip against the small of my back.
“Consequences require punishment. Always.” His voice revealed another wave of coldness. Another change. Another layer.