Erik wrapped his hand around the back of Kalie’s neck and pushed her over one of the punishment benches.

“Hang onto the wooden bar.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He pressed her hands to the bar about halfway down the bench. Her fingers curled around it. Then he walked behind her, admiring her delightfully round ass.

“If you let go...” He stroked her ass, then glided his hardening cock between her cheeks and over her puckered opening. “Then I’ll do something you really won’t like.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He stepped away from her and grabbed a riding crop from the wall. One with a heart shaped leather tab at the end. He walked back to her and lifted the crop, then smacked across her ass. A red heart blossomed on her skin. When he smacked again, she cried out.

Then she arched her ass up again for another one. His cock twitched.

He smacked her again. Then again. Little blushing hearts decorated her ass. He leaned forward and kissed one, luxuriating in the feel of her smooth, heated flesh against his lips.

Then he couldn’t help himself. His lips fluttered over her round flesh, his tongue flicking out on occasion to glide over her smoothness. He shifted downward and gazed at the rippling folds of her pussy. His finger glided over them, the slickness sending the blood pounding through him.

He leaned in and licked her. Her soft murmur spurred him on and he drove his tongue into her opening. God, she was so fucking wet!

He removed the clit clamp and dabbed her nub lightly with his tongue. When she moaned softly, he lapped at it, then suckled.

He dipped his finger inside her and, at her groan, drove deeper. He slipped a second finger inside and pumped. Her velvety channel tightened, squeezing his fingers.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Right here with you bent over the punishment bench?”

“Yes, Sir.”

The need in her voice ramped up his own desperate need to be inside her. He pressed his cockhead to her slick opening. She murmured softly.

Then he drove into her. Hard and fast.

She gasped.

Now he was tight inside her, his cock fully immersed in her body, her warm, flushed ass snug against him.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he demanded, needing to hear her say it.

“Please fuck me, Sir.” She tightened around him making his groan. “I need you to fuck me.”

“Oh, yeah.”

He drew back, then thrust in deep again.

She moaned.

Then he thrust again.

Her body was so hot and welcoming. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else right now. Didn’t want to be anywhere else. Ever.

He drove into her waiting body. Again and again.

She cried out, her body trembling beneath him.

He pumped, pleasure quivering through every part of him.

“Oh, yes, please,” she begged. “Deeper.”

He rammed in harder, plunging into her depths. She squeezed around him and he groaned.

He leaned close to her ear. “I’m getting close. I’m going to come inside you. Filling you with my hot seed.”

He nipped her ear and she cried out, pleasure crackling along the edges of her yelp.

“Yes,” she breathed on a pant. “Do it. I want to feel your big cock burst inside me.”

Her words ignited his need, setting his blood ablaze.

He thrust harder. Pumped deeper.

She moaned. “Yes! Oh, God, yes.”

He felt her shudder beneath him and she wailed her release. He drove deep, heat flooding through him, then...

“Fuck, yeah!” He erupted inside her in an exquisite release, pleasure trembling through his entire body.

Then he collapsed on her.

* * *

Erik stared out over the ocean, his toes digging into the soft, warm sand. He’d gone for a walk alone, hoping the steady flow of the waves would soothe his tortured mind.

But they didn’t.

Kalie was showing all the signs of a woman in love.

And, shit, he could see himself falling for her fast and hard. She was everything he wanted in a woman. Not only willing to submit to his commands, but sweet and caring, of him and others. And adventurous.

But he’d fallen for Sylvia, and that had been a disaster. He’d gotten hurt. Badly.

Last night, when he’d seen what looked like love in Kalie’s eyes, he’d found himself starting to wonder what it would be like if he let their relationship continue. Could they fall in love with each other? Could they find happiness together?

He realized he was being a fool. What he’d seen in Kalie’s eyes was only infatuation. He fulfilled her deepest desire. That dark side of her sexual fantasies where he took control of her.

But once she had enough of that, she’d be faced with the real him. A man she hardly knew. She might love being dominated and controlled by him, but that didn’t mean she’d ever really love him.

And he didn’t want to be hurt again.

But reasoning with her wouldn’t work. No, his best option was to shut her out and drive her away. He’d moved into that mode instinctively this morning and now he knew he should continue.

She wanted to be his captive, so that’s how he’d treat her.

* * *

Kalie heard the door open and she turned to see Erik strolling toward her. She was wearing some of the clothes he’d brought for her to wear.

He grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet, then pulled her stumbling to the dungeon room. Once in the room, he pushed her onto the bed.

“Strip off those fucking clothes.”

His angry demeanor threw her off balance. She unzipped her jeans.

“Faster!” His dark gaze bored through her.

She stripped off the jeans and threw them aside, then tugged her top over her head. She flung aside her bra and panties in seconds.

His gaze raked over her.

“Lie down.” He fastened straps around her wrists and ankles, leaving her spread eagled on the bed.

He stood up and unbuckled his belt, then pulled it from his belt loops. He dropped the jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, still holding the black leather belt in his hands. He slapped it across his hand as he walked toward her. Once he reached the bed, he grasped her hip and rolled her sideways.

Then he slapped the belt across her ass.

She yelped. It really hurt.

He released her hip and rolled her onto her back again, her stinging ass against the smooth sheets.

He put down the belt and unbuttoned his shirt, watching her. His eyes were cold and detached. Gone was the warmth that had filled them last night.

He shed his shirt and heat washed through her at the sight of his broad, muscular chest and bulging arms. He pushed down his boxers and she felt faint at the sight of his rigid cock, knowing she would soon feel that monster inside her.

He picked up the belt, then rolled her on her side and whacked her bottom again.

“Stay like that,” he said when she started to roll back.

She obeyed, but wondered if she should ask him to stop. She didn’t like the belt. But she had no safe word. He’d warned her before they came here that there wouldn’t be one. If she wanted to play at being his captive, she had to put herself into his hands completely.

He whacked again. But this time, he stroked the leather over her bottom after. Slowly. Then he tossed aside the leather belt and cupped both her buttocks and caressed them with his big hands.

She felt him open her flesh, then his fingertip dragged over her crease. It stopped on her back opening, and he toyed with it, then after a few seconds, pushed his finger inside.

“You have a delightful ass. I’m going to fuck it soon.”