Page 43 of Seductive Sadist

Alarm bells blare out from the corners of my mind, a reminder that whoever is tracking her knows exactly where we are right now.

If I was thinking clearly, I’d do the smart thing and get her the hell out of here before all hell breaks loose.

Lust floods me like a crushing wave, submerging me to the point where I can barely suck in a breath without feeling like my lungs are going to explode. I’ve fantasized about this for so long, feeling her body submit to me because the erotic torment is too overwhelming to fight against.

So I’m not going anywhere.

Not until I take what I want.

What I’ve craved for so long.

I push the robe off her shoulders. It falls to the floor around her feet, a pool of white silk stained with deep-red blotches.

Tainted innocence.

How fucking poetic.

I reach around her back and flick open her bra, letting it drop onto the robe.

“Take off your panties,” I growl. “Nice and slow.”

My breath hitches when she loops her thumb into the side and pushes them off with her one working hand. She wiggles to her ankles, never breaking her stare. Then she steps out of the slippers and kicks off the panties one long, toned leg at a time. Bright-white nail polish on her toes pops against her deep bronze skin.

I rake my eyes over the length of her curvy figure. Perfect lush tits begging for my mouth, tiny waist with hips I want to dig my fingers into while I’m fucking her senseless, plump pussy lips I want to bury my tongue between.

She flips her hair over one shoulder, tilting her head to the side like the vixen I know she is.

Skyla was a complete control freak back in high school. I want to see just how much of a freak she can be without clinging to whatever slivers of control she thinks remain in her grasp.

“This doesn’t mean anything.” Her voice shakes and I know she’s bitching herself out right now for letting me in on what’s really going on in her mind.

Because we both know it meanssomething.

“I still hate you.” She clenches her one fist, chin tilting upward in defiance.

Defiance that I want to punish.

“You’re gonna hate me more when I’m finished with you.”

We stand there, glaring at each other as the seconds creep past, knowing the danger that staying here poses. But neither of us makes a move to leave.

I grab the sides of my shirt and tear it open. Buttons pop off the fabric, flying through the air before hitting the floor. I pull it off and toss it behind me. Her eyes drop to my fingers where they work to undo the belt around my waist. I slide it out of the pant loops and smack it hard against the arm of the leather couch. It makes a satisfying whipping sound that makes my balls tighten.

Skyla swallows hard as she follows the swift path of the belt against the couch a second time. She takes a small step away, but I reach out and capture her around the waist.

“No, baby girl. You’re not going anywhere.” I slide my palm over the globes of her ass, squeezing the flesh tight in my fingers. My cock jumps, screaming to be released from his fabric prison. I smack her hard, her pained yelp the sweetest music to my ears.

A charge zaps my insides like I’ve just grabbed a livewire with wet fingers. I push her against the window overlooking Brickell Bay Boulevard and spank her again, harder this time. Precum drips from my dick when her scream pierces the air. My skin tingles, sparks of lust firing every nerve ending.

“You deserve to be punished for everything you did today.” I bring my hand against her ass again. “You didn’t know how to keep your hands to yourself, so I’m going to do the same thing to you so you learn your lesson. And I’ll keep teaching you until you finally understand your place. You don’t raise a hand to me. You don’t shoot off that fucking mouth to me. And you don’t ever disrespect me. Do you understand?”

“I’m not your puppet. Shove your threats up your ass,” she rasps through a moan.

My cock throbs, and while I’m tempted to shove it into her mouth until she chokes, I don’t have a lot of time. So I let her comments go… for now… because not only am I close to erupting, we need to get the hell out of here.

Her body shivers in anticipation of my hand, but instead of inflicting more pain, I drop to my knees and part her plump pussy lips. I dig my fingers into her thighs, keeping them locked open while I bury my mouth between them. Sweeping my tongue over her wet slit, I let out a low groan.

“You’re so wet, baby girl. So fucking wet. Tell me how much you love my hands on you.”