Page 82 of Captured Innocence

“Always.”

“I’m going to fuck you every day. Do you know that?”

“Yes. God, yes.” I was trembling all over, excitement surging through to the point I was burning from explosive heat. Gasping for air, I threw my head back as he lowered his head, sucking on my nipple. The second he bit down, I allowed myself to cry out without fear of anyone hearing me. “Yes. Yes.”

He pushed me against the counter, taking his time shifting from one hardened bud to the other, licking then biting until my pussy was throbbing. I ran my hands over his shoulders, struggling to slide my fingers under his shirt. I needed to touch his skin, to have the tips of my fingers seared from the red-hot heat pulsing between us.

Chuckling darkly, he pulled away, giving me a mischievous look before tapping the tip of my nose with his index finger. “You will obey me. Yes?”

“Maybe.”

“Then I guess you need a reminder of who’s in charge. And you will learn that striking your master isn’t in your best interest.”

“My master?”

“You heard what I said. I am and will always be in charge of you. That’s something you need to accept.”

His tempting ways were about to drive me crazy.

He refused to allow me to squeak by with taking any advantage of him, yanking down my shorts and panties, easily maneuvering them off my feet. Then he turned me around to face the oversized mirror, crushing the weight of his body against mine. “Take a look at our reflection, baby. What do you see?”

“Love.”

It was as if he didn’t expect my answer. Suddenly, his features softened and he brushed hair from my face. “Yes, my princess. Love.”

“I doubt I’ll be able to obey you.”

I shuddered in his hold, never allowing my eyes to leave his. Just the bold expression on his face was mesmerizing, the intoxication I felt all about the musky scent of his desire. I was elated, tingling all over, curious as to what he had planned. He rubbed the rough pads of his fingers down both arms, dropping his head and pressing kisses from one shoulder to the other. When he lifted his head, his grin was positively evil.

“My bad girl. I’m going to have a tough time taming you I can see.” He jerked out a drawer, wrapping his hand around a wooden brush within seconds.

“Why do I think you’ve been to this chalet before?”

“Because I own it.” Winking, he pulled the brush up to my eye level, twirling it several times. “You never know what’s hiding in closers and drawers, delicious implements and shackles to be used on your luscious body.”

“Does that mean we’ll return one day?”

“Yes, on our honeymoon.”

“Does that mean you’re asking me to marry you?”

I was shocked when he issued a hard crack against my backside, yelping from the shock more than the pain.

“Not yet. Good things come to girls who have patience.”

“Like the man of the family?” My snide remark resulted in four more smacks on one cheek then the other.

“You should be mindful of what you say.” His tone was playful, so much so all I could do was smile. I’d never seen him this relaxed, acting as if a sheet of armor had been lifted from both of us.

Maybe it had been.

Whatever happened in our lives, the only thing that would matter was the closeness we’d managed to grasp onto, the need that furrowed deep inside both of us. The look of seduction remained on his face as he used his knee to widen my legs. Then he didn’t hesitate, bringing the brush down from one side to the other.

There was something crazy and wondrous about hearing the thudding sound, my bottom aching immediately. What I found more interesting than anything was how powerful the spanking was as an aphrodisiac. I gripped the edge of the counter, staring at our reflection as I’d done only hours before. Now it seemed like a lifetime in that so much had changed between us.

All the anger I’d felt was gone, replaced by an intense need, the desire tearing through me almost identical to what I’d felt all those years ago. A warm, dizzying feeling swept over me, settling between my legs.

He rubbed his fingers down my spine, his hooded eyes darker than normal. I could easily get lost in them for hours, unable to do anything but bask in their beauty. Maybe I was just a silly girl, incapable of thinking about anything but the building lust.