Page 53 of Vicious Intentions
His nostrils flared as he took a deep whiff. “Let’s just say I might make you my little pet.”
“Ride my hand, little pet.”
The words filtered into my mind followed by a strange vision. A red dress. A night of passion. Then… pain. Where in the world had that come from? I looked away, trying to remember the various details of the dream. Were they the same?
“Are you alright?” he asked, able to bring me out of the moment.
“Absolutely. However, I don’t think I’d made a good pet. I’m too unpredictable.”
“There isn’t a woman I can’t tame.”
“Hhhmmm… Which means you’ve owned pets before. I might like to hear the fascinating story of just how you managed to tame them.”
“Not for long. What you find underneath could scare you. My methods have been called… sadistic.”
“I don’t scare easily.” The use of the last word brought an array of naughty images into my mind. Being tied to a bed, masked, and gagged. Waiting for my master to arrive. Being spanked like a bad little girl, marks covering my buttocks and thighs. Wow. I was stretching my imagination more than ever before. I felt heat rising on my neck and shuddered.
“Mmm… I do so love a woman who can handle the darkness.” His voice had dipped dangerously low, becoming more enticing than before.
“I can handle almost anything. But it’s my decision as to whether I’ll allow it or not.”
His deep, very low growl rumbled through every inch of my body. “Yes, little pet. I’ll keep that in mind, but I have a feeling with the right training, you could become a very good girl. Do you think you’d enjoy spending some time with an arrogant, dominating man?”
“That’s it. You’re such a good girl.”
The voice in my head refused to go away. Suddenly, my pussy was throbbing, my panties damp. With the few men I’d dated in my life, none had ever attempted to take control of the limited relationship. Not once. I chewed on my bottom lip, thinking about his overt question.
“It depends on what you have in mind.”
“Let’s just say I’ll provide you with the kind of enjoyment that you’ve likely never experienced before.” He took his time pressing his knuckle back and forth across my pursed lips. While I didn’t know him, I found the move one of the most sensual I’d felt in a long time.
“That does sound… fascinating.”
“I assure you I don’t bite, although I do very bad things to naughty girls.”
“Whips, chains, and ball gags?”
His eyes opened wide and he gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger. At that point, I was certain he could gather a whiff of my desire. Instead of being embarrassed, I was so aroused, I couldn’t think clearly.
“Yes, and many other depraved acts. However, a spanking is always necessary to help a woman fully understanding her requirement to surrender.”
Just the way he lowered his voice was enticing. Maybe I was crazy, but this was the kind of risk that could bring a sweet reward. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m a very good girl.”
“That remains to be seen. If you aren’t, I have no issue taking you over my lap, spanking your bottom until its crimson.”
Dear God, as my pussy muscles clenched and released, I had a terrible feeling I might climax right there.
He captured my mouth, holding our lips together in quiet reverence. Then his grip tightened, pulling me even closer as the moment of passion developed an intense urgency. I pressed my hand against his chest, and the moment my index finger found his heated skin, the tip was seared. Electricity spiraled between us to the point of being out of control. As his tongue dominated mine, sweeping back and forth as if in a desperate need to taste, I swooned from his powerful touch.
That never happened to me.
Unable to stop myself, a moan rushed up from my core, Hunter capturing it and issuing a growl in response. I was lost in the moment, stars floating in front of my eyes. I raked my fingernails up and down, my panties soaked from the desire roaring through me. Everything was a beautiful blur, and letting go with the stunning stranger felt perfect.
He pulled me from the chair and onto his lap, keeping his firm hold. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and when he jerked me closer, the feel of his hard cock pressing into me electrified every muscle.
But with all deliriously delicious things, the powerful moment shared came to an abrupt end when someone invaded our space, clearing his throat.
Hunter didn’t react for a few seconds, choosing to continue tasting me, or perhaps he was laying claim. When he did pull back, it wasn’t before he nipped my lower lip. The slight shot of pain was a strangely addictive reward, my nipples aching more than before.