Chapter Four
SCARLETT TRIED NOT TO SHIFT but her entire body throbbed. Arms and legs dangling awkwardly, she gripped at Leo’s calves for balance, toes barely touching the floor. He adjusted her over his lap, his big hands rubbing her ass in soothing strokes. Her skin tingled in sharp anticipation, sensing this spanking would be nothing like the flogger.
Already, it was horribly intimate.
Before, she’d been restrained facing a wall, and the flogger had felt a bit impersonal. She’d enjoyed the wicked flick of pain dancing on her skin, but once again, her mind pushed out any good sensation, until she was tortured about what she looked like.
The memory made her cheeks hot. Did her ass look huge to him right now? Were her hips too wide and fleshy? Was her stomach—
Whack.
She jerked at the sting on her backside, and the quick lava flow of heat in her blood. The nipple clamps swung and delivered a firm pinch.
“I will not allow you to judge this beautiful body that belongs to me.” His hands rubbed hard, squeezing the sensitive spot he’d just hit. “You will keep your attention on your Dom at all times. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You will count each of my slaps. After each one you will say these words. ‘I am beautiful.’ Do you understand?”
Humiliation leaked through her. She couldn’t say that. It was silly and stupid. “Sir, I don’t think—”
Whack.
Holy crap, this one was even harder. She squeezed her eyes tight and tried to sort her crazy, wild thoughts.
“Did I order you to think? No. I ordered you to count each slap and say those words. Do you want to use your safe word?”
God, this was awful. So why was she so damn wet? Her pussy throbbed with emptiness and need at the same time her bottom flamed. “No, Sir,” she said miserably.
“Then we’ll begin.”
The next slap landed on her upper thigh. She gobbled up a breath and forced the words from her lips. “One. I am beautiful, Sir.”
“Very nice.”
She winced as his next strike hit dead center on her right cheek. She’d always imagined a flogger or crop could administer more pain than a Dom’s hand. Now she knew different. “Two. I am beautiful, Sir.”
She grit her teeth and said the words over and over, until something began to loosen inside of her. Panic loomed, but she had no time to sort it out, she was too busy counting the slaps that rained down on her sore bottom. A terrible, looming sob lodged inside her chest. Her eyes stung with unshed tears she refused to shed, and as she fought viciously, Leo never stopped, until pain and pleasure melded into a sharp, colorful wave of sensation. Her world narrowed to a pinpoint, where every sting on her ass, every jerk of her nipples, every zing to her pulsing clit swallowed her whole, pushing her toward a release just out of reach. Her body became one giant ache.
The slaps became harder. The edge loomed closer. The tears bubbled up to the surface. She choked out the words, and then his next hit broke right through her barriers, letting loose a heartfelt sob, and suddenly his fingers dove deep inside her wet pussy, twisting and pumping with ferocious force and she arched back hard in desperation and need, dangling on the razor edge of madness and terrifying, violent release.
“Come for me.”
The nipple clamps jerked free.
Ferocious, wicked pain shot straight to her nipples. She screamed, writhing madly in his lap, and then he pinched her hard clit and she was coming, over and over, caught in a tidal wave of pure pleasure and ecstasy. The knot deep inside unraveled and tossed her into convulsions of raw release, but Leo held her tight, absorbing every shudder and tear that shook from her body.
With a muttered curse, he tossed her onto the bed, guiding her arms over her head and her fingers around the posts of the headboard. “Don’t let go,” he ground out. Her sore bottom pulsed against the soft quilt, and she kept writhing as shockwaves of pleasure zapped at her body.
In a haze, she watched him undress, revealing toasty golden skin covered in dark hair, endless carved muscles, and those beautiful tats scrolled over his corded arms. His cock was thick and powerful, jutting out with animal pride. His dark eyes gleamed with fierce intent and a hungry lust that curled her toes. She squeezed the posts hard and parted her legs wide with invitation and a submission that felt completely right.
“You’re going to take all of me,” he commanded in that dark, silky voice. He rolled on the condom with deliberate motions. The hint of menace thrilled her and she tilted her hips up, showing him she was eager to obey. His gaze fixed on her wet, pulsing pussy with a touch of possession. “You’re going to scream my name as long as you can, and maybe then I’ll let you come again. And then you’re going to thank me for every orgasm I deign to give you.”
“Yes, Sir.” She wet her bottom lip. “Please.”
He yanked her hips down and settled himself between her spread thighs. His gaze ravished every inch of her body, and then he gave a grunt, reared up, and speared her with one quick, hard thrust.
She threw her head back on the pillow. His name broke from her lips. She was split apart, his throbbing cock taking up every inch of her body, and instinctually she fought him off, but he pressed his chest against hers, pinning her down on the mattress and took her mouth in a violent kiss.
His tongue plunged as deep as his cock, leaving nothing for her to keep. He demanded it all, pushing every thought out of her head except the demand for her surrender. Slowly, her muscles relaxed and softened, opening up and accepting the burning heat of his command.
Then he moved.
Tongue and cock taking her completely. Fingers bruising her hips as he held her ruthlessly in place for each thrust. And then it was happening again, her body lit from the inside, her clit demanding more pressure as the orgasm built.
“Please, Sir, please let me come.”
He raised his mouth, pupils dilating his eyes until they seemed coal black, pulling her into the consuming darkness until there was no way out. “I think you can do better than that. Beg me.”
He angled his body, moving her like a rag doll until he hit the spot that shimmered with shocking pleasure. Her nipples burned in agony, and her pussy clenched around his dick, and his teeth bit her lower lip and she pleased; begged; sobbed; yelling his name over and over, desperate for release.
With a satisfied grunt, he lifted her legs up high over his shoulders and thrust deeper. His fingers rubbed her clit with firm, steady pressure and he hit that magic spot again and again until she came hard.
She heard his low shout of release and he jerked his hips wildly, spilling his seed. Eyes half-closed, she watched him fall apart. Carved lips open in pleasure, chiseled jaw clenched, he was masculine power and beauty above her. And when he collapsed on the mattress, rolling her to the side to tuck her tight against his chest, Scarlett buried her face against his damp skin and treasured the sudden, glorious silence inside her.
As if he sensed the reverence of the moment, he didn’t speak. Just stroked her hair, letting her absorb his body heat and strength. For the first time, she not only felt treasured, but protected. Cared for. Those silly tears stung her eyes again, but she guessed Leo had finally shown her what she’d been desperately looking for. Not only excruciating pleasure, but the freedom in her own sexuality. As the quiet stretched between them, she wondered if she should thank him, or say something witty or—
“Close your eyes for a bit, little one. Just rest.”
Scarlett smiled, and with a little sigh of contentment, obeyed.