He led her toward the lounge couch and turned her so she was facing the luxurious, olive and black furniture. She was naked and exposed. It was everything she could do not to wrap her arms around herself for a little bit of coverage, but she knew he wouldn’t allow it. His mercurial moods since arriving on the yacht might have taken a turn for the better, but she wasn’t banking on him allowing her any concessions at this point. She could still feel the anger seething just below the surface.
Her feeling of exposure intensified when he placed a large palm against the middle of her back and and urged her forward against the seat. She glanced over at him with a frown as she bent at the waist. He took her wrist in his other hand and pulled it down, forcing her to lean. With a gasp, she fell forward until her palms were planted on the cushions with her backside facing outward. Facing him.
Being the smart, educated woman she was, Katie picked up on Roman’s intentions pretty quickly. She jerked upright, coming into contact with a hard chest. His arms came around her from behind, anchoring her to the spot.
“Roman!” she cried out.
He dropped his head and growled in her ear, “You said you were going to be brave for me, little girl.”
“But you're going to spank me, aren’t you?” she asked, struggling pathetically in his strong grip.
“Worse,” he admitted, his voice hard. “Now be the brave girl you said you would be. Shut up, bend over and take it, Katie. I can promise, after the shit you done to yourself, this’ll be a walk in the park. Hopefully you'll even love it.”
She shuddered against him, but settled down. After a moment of breathing heavily, she finally nodded and allowed him to bend her back over the sofa couch. He kept his broad hand on the small of her back in case she got any ideas about taking off again. He was leaning against her so she felt his every move when he unbuckled the leather belt and slid it from his hips. She tensed with fear and expectation as she watched him fold it in half from the corner of her eye. Terror set in when he finally stepped away from her, trailing his fingers tenderly down her spine as he left.
“Roman…,” she pleaded one last time, hoping maybe he would relent. Give up on this silly idea of his that she somehow needed pain to truly live.
His name barely left her lips when she heard the whistle of leather slicing through air. The crack of the belt hitting her skin met her ears a split second before the pain set in. She barely had time to think, he was right!, before the belt landed again, and again… and again. He beat her ass relentlessly, using more strength than she thought Roman would ever be willing to use with his beloved, but far, far less than she knew those huge arms were capable of. As the old feeling of euphoria took hold, flooding her veins with familiar sensations, Katie tipped her head back and revelled in it.
Her screams of pain and ecstasy filled the air around them, getting lost in the emptiness of the open ocean around them. A tiny fraction of her mind reserved enough energy to note how careful Roman was to keep his strokes to her ass and thighs, careful never to hit her above her waist where he could do actual damage. His sexy grunts filled her head, telling her that he was not unaffected by her reddening ass. She had no idea how many times he hit her, she only knew her knees gave out before she was ready.
He stopped beating her, drawing a whimper of protest from her. He bent over her naked, bowed and quivering body. “Done?” he grunted in her ear. A drop of sweat splashed from his brow onto her lip. She eagerly licked the saltiness up.
“More!” she panted turning dilated eyes up to him.
He stared down at her for an undecided moment as if trying to work out what to do. Finally, he reached down and lifted her up by the armpits. He pushed her backwards until she toppled onto the couch behind her. She hissed and cried out, rolling onto her side when her abused ass touched the cushion. He brought a hand down onto her stomach, stopping her and pushed her further back until she was laying with her back against the cushions. He pushed her legs up until her knees were bent up against her shoulders. She tried to close them, but he forced them open, exposing her completely to both his touch and gaze.
A shudder of expectation, fear and arousal rippled through her. Her ass was on fire where it touched the couch cushion. Roman stood leaning forward between her legs, watching her. Slowly, his eyes dropped to the flesh between her legs. For the first time in her life she didn’t feel self-conscious about the scars. She knew from the crazed, hungry look in his eyes that he was looking at her, not the marks.
He brushed his knuckle gently across her folds. Katie moaned and lifted her hips slightly to meet his touch. “You’re soaked,” he groaned, awe lacing his voice as if he couldn’t believe it.
“Only for you,” she whispered.
His body tightened over hers. She saw him warring with himself as need shuddered through his big body. She realized now why he was so fierce around her, so unpredictable and combustible. He had over a decade of pent up sexual frustration and it was all for her.
“Please, Roman,” she begged him breathlessly, “hurt me again!”
He nodded, his lips pressing into a grim line. She knew he was fighting with himself. He hated the idea of hurting her. Didn't understand her need for the pain. He was probably now struggling with his reaction to her pain. He loved it and it was killing him. He wanted to revel in the euphoria she was experiencing, but he couldn’t reconcile himself with how she was getting there. She didn’t care. She wanted to seize this newfound high with both hands and ride it out while she could.
"Eyes on me and don't fucking move them, baby,” he growled.
She nodded helplessly, her eyes glued to him as he backed up and towered over her. Without his belt, his jeans hung a little lower on his hips. She swallowed in trepidation. She hadn’t been able to see him before as he stood behind her. Now she could see every part of the terrifying spectre of an incredibly ripped, tattooed, intensely angry man standing over her, his huge arm raised with a belt. A hoarse whimper of fear escaped her throat just as he brought the belt down on the fleshy part of her thigh.
A scream ripped from her lips and she almost jerked her eyes away from him before she remembered his order. Panting and biting down on her lip she submitted to the first glorious wave of rapture as it swept through her. He alternated between her thighs, striking up and down the flesh, raising painful welts in his wake while she watched his bicep bunch and release with glowing eyes. Eventually, when she couldn’t possibly get any wetter, when there wasn’t a single inch of skin left on her thighs to strike, he dropped the belt.
As the echo of her last scream died away on the warm breeze, he dropped to his knees in front of her as though in prayer. His eyes met hers. She gasped, some of her happy euphoria dying away. He was livid. She had made him do something, find something out about her and, in the process, find out something about himself he didn’t want to know. She loved pain. And he loved giving it to her. She started to close her legs and move back up the couch, a little afraid of this unpredictable man’s intentions. She was correct to fear.
“Do not move away from me,” he growled, slapping his hands down on her reddened thighs and tearing a scream of true agony from her throat.
He pulled her forward to the edge of the couch until her pussy was flush with his chest. He shoved her legs wide, moving his hands up to her knees so he wasn’t hurting her anymore. She stared up at him, fear and arousal shining bright as she clutched at the couch cushions.
“You belong to me, Katerina,” he growled. “I will always give you the things that you need. Even if I hate them. Now we do what I want.”
“Roman…,” she moaned, reaching out a hand in supplication.
He gripped her wrist and pushed his face into her dripping pussy, shoving his nose into her and inhaling, taking her scent into his body and memorizing her. He did this for a long moment, ignoring the tensing of her body underneath him. He began licking her from bottom to top in long strokes, lapping up as much of her as he could. She felt the desperation in him to just take from her everything he could get. There was no particular method to what he was doing. He just took and took from her, quickly driving her insane as he refused to find a rhythm and give her what she needed to come. One moment he would shove his tongue deep into her vaginal passage, fucking her with it, and next he would explore the folds of her labia before swirling it up to her clitoris and then back again.
Her back bowed against the couch as she keened and wiggled against him. He brought a hand down on her stomach, refusing to let her up or even move to a more comfortable position. He finally had her where he wanted her and he wasn't letting her go anywhere.
“Fuck, Katie,” he moaned against her, shoving his nose against her again and breathing deep. “You taste like fucking heaven.”
“Roman!” she yelled. “Need to come!”
His head came up sharply and he stared at her, his eyes sharp and possessive on her face. They glowed obsidian as they pierced through to the heart of her. “Want you to come, baby. Tell me what you need, beautiful girl,” he growled.
She squirmed in his fierce grip, revelling in the way his hands nearly engulfed her narrow hips and moaned. “Finger inside. Put your tongue on my clit,” she panted and slid a finger down her belly pressing it against her slippery nub. She flicked it against the bundle of nerves and watched his eyes follow the movement, memorizing the way she liked it best.
He slid one big hand under her ass, dragging his thumb across her tiny puckered hole as he brought it up, making her jump and moan with need. He sank one long, thick finger into her soaked pussy while she watched and moaned low in her throat. His finger felt like heaven and hell all at once. It was already a tight fit, telling her they were going to have a hell of a time getting more inside her. She bit her lip and wiggled her hips, drawing groans from both of them.
He leaned forward and, using his other hand to gently move her fingers from her clit, replaced them with his tongue.
She bucked against his mouth as he gave her exactly what she needed. Oh, my fucking god, this man is a quick learner! she mentally screamed, lifting her hips into his seeking mouth and bringing her fingers down on his head to scratch frantically as he drove her rapidly and relentlessly toward the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. The first orgasm she’d ever had that she hadn’t given to herself. He twisted and pumped his finger inside her while flicking his tongue against her clit as she arched into his mouth. When he added a second finger, shoving them deep inside her until they hurt so good, she screamed and came in a rush of fluid.
Just as she collapsed back against the cushions of the couch, he surged up against her, shoving her knees back once more until they were wide open and nearly back to her shoulders. Her arms fell open and clutched at the cushions. She watched helplessly as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, shoved them down his hips and kicked them away. He turned back to her, his face a canvas of intense energy such as she’d never seen before. So much lust, possession and violent love resided there that it nearly healed the things inside her that she thought were broken forever.
He crouched over top of her, reaching for her naked body and pulling her up into the cradle of his chest. His hips shoved her thighs ever further apart, forcing her to feel every inch of his massive body against her much narrower frame. She whimpered in fear and anticipation, shivering against him. He dipped his head, taking her lips in a surprisingly tender kiss.
“I got you, Katerina. Will always catch you, baby,” he mumbled against her before finally released her.
Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes and she held him tightly against her. She pressed her lips against the muscle of his shoulder, savouring his scent and flicking her tongue to take his taste into her. She wanted to remember every part of him. She would disappear from his life. If this is all she could take with her, she was going to be selfish and take whatever she could.
He shifted against her, reaching down between their bodies to position himself against her. Though she knew it would hurt, she opened up to him. Roman showed her that he would only hurt her in a good way. He took her in one stroke. Though she was tight, her body was ready to accept him. She cried out and sank her nails into his shoulders, arching her neck and squeezing her eyes shut. He was wide and he was long, he bottomed out deep inside her.
He cupped the back of her head, held her close and whispered to her in Spanish until the tension in her body gradually uncoiled and she smoothed her hands down his back.
“So fucking good, Katie. I could live here forever,” he groaned against her, pressing her head to his throat.
She smiled and licked his Adam’s apple, laughing throatily when she felt his cock pulse inside of her. “But I can’t come again unless you start moving,” she whispered innocently.
Her naughty words unleashed the beast. He lifted his massive shoulders over top of her and looked down at her, his eyes fiercely possessive, devouring every inch of her face as he began moving within her. The delicious hurt began to build immediately and she knew, deep down he had somehow found the key to her lock. He found the way to make her feel alive again without making her feel like a burned-out shell. She flexed her fingers against him as though she would never let him go, even though she had no choice. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him as much as she could, holding him tight.
“Not going to last long,” he grunted apologetically.
She smiled gently. Of course not. He hadn’t been with a woman in a decade. She reached down between their bodies, still savouring the delicious ache of his giant cock plowing through her, and pinched her sensitive clit, giving herself that tiny bite of pain she needed.
“Mierda, mi mujer,” he mumbled, watching her movements with awe.
“Now!” she said breathlessly, eyes glazing over with passion. She could feel his cock growing within her and knew he was close to coming.
They orgasmed together, flying over the edge in each other’s arms, eyes locked together. Hot semen exploded deep within her, bathing her soaked pussy and reminding her that they hadn’t used a condom. She thought about saying something, but didn’t want to ruin the moment. She wasn’t sure if it had been purposeful or not. Roman was about as possessive as they came. She was on birth control and she believed that he hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. And though she’d only ever been with Colin, that didn’t mean that her ex-douche bag had been faithful. She would talk to Roman about it later. She didn’t want him putting himself at risk again. Until she found a way off the boat, they would have to use condoms.
For now, she was just going to enjoy the moment. She could feel the rush of love envelope them like a cocoon. Try as she might, though, instead of hope, Katie felt despair. She closed her eyes and held him tighter.