Blackmailed into the Billionaire's Bed(40)
Pain wasn’t something she was into per se, but pain as part of discipline was not an unpleasant concept to her, especially when that discipline was administered by one achingly sexy and good-looking guy who went by the name of Mac Buchanan.
With her head buried between two succulently plump pillows, she briefly felt his quickened breath travel along the length of her back followed by a series of butterfly kisses.
“Lovely. You’re so lovely, Kendall. Your skin is flawless.”
“Thank you.” She knew her reply was muffled, but she figured he heard it okay.
She felt his powerful presence then, as one large hand clasped the back of her bikini top, while the other twisted into the waistband of her matching red bottoms. After a mighty pull that lifted her bodily from the bed, she heard the incredibly arousing sound of tearing material as he ripped the flimsy two-piece from her.
Mac liked it rough. No surprise there, bearing in mind his upbringing and the kind of macho guy he was. She loved him, she knew that now, and if Mac liked it rough, then she liked it rough, too.
“Close your eyes. I’ll know if you’re cheating.”
Kendall did exactly as she was told, the ensuing fifteen seconds of silence deafening. The anticipation of waiting made her mind seek out every possible scenario for what lay ahead. Some of them attractive to her, some of them less so. Whatever their past history together, she was still an independent-minded woman, and would be sure to let Mac know should he wish to experiment with something she wasn’t entirely happy with.
When she felt the mattress compress, she knew he sat right beside her again, and her heart sped up some more. Mac’s touch, as his fingertips suggestively feathered the sensitive hollow at the base of her bare back, pleased her immensely, and she enjoyed the erotic yet strangely comforting sensation as it continued the length of her spine before pausing briefly on her left shoulder.
“Keep them shut.”
“I am, sir. I’m not cheating, I promise.”
His tender touch traveled along her arm before his large hand covered hers. Then, without warning, he yanked it in an upward direction. When she felt the unmistakable sensation of cold steel circle her wrist, followed by a resounding metallic click, she instantly knew he’d cuffed her to the ornate metal bedstead.
“Hey, that’s not fair.”
Pushing home his advantage, he immediately did the same with her other arm, and she heard the ominous click again.
“That’s not fair. You’re taking advantage of me.” Oooh the thought of being at this powerful man’s mercy made her pussy moisten uncontrollably.
“Life’s not fair, honey. Get over it.”
Mac was right. When life had proved tough for him, he hadn’t folded. He’d kicked its fucking ass. That was the sort of guy he was. A guy who just didn’t know when to quit.
She felt his masculine weight leave the mattress. “You can open your eyes now.”
Turning her head to one side as best she could, she admired the beautiful man who had total control of her. His sculpted form appeared magnificent, each muscle perfectly defined as they tapered erotically downward into a tantalizing V formation. His huge cock was rock hard and jutted arrogantly against the flimsy material of his shorts.
Kendall licked her lips. Mmm, this man, now her man was a wonder to behold. Despite weighing some two hundred pounds, not an ounce of fat sullied his godlike physique.
He smiled knowingly before showing her the wooden paddle he held in his hand. “See this?”
“Yes?”
“Know what it is?”
“Yes.”
“Know what it’s for? Its purpose?”
“Yes.”
“And do you deserve to feel its power?”
Unsure of the answer, she found herself hesitating for a second or two before weakly murmuring, “Yes, sir.”
He smiled again. “I think so, too.
“Kendall, I’m well aware that you’ve been to hell and back, and don’t think for one moment that I underestimate your bravery, but whatever the circumstances, you still should have trusted me enough to confide in me.
“I know,” she whimpered. “And I’m so, so sorry.”
The searing sting and sheer heat as the wooden paddle impacted her left butt cheek for the first time felt all consuming, and she scrunched her eyes tightly shut as the burn intensified.
“That hurts. That hurts so much.”
“It was meant to.”
Through clenched teeth, she said, “I’m sorry, Mac. I promise never to deceive you again. I won’t make the mistake of keeping anything from you in future.”
“Mmm, if only I could believe that. Perhaps another dose of the medicine will help you get you mind right.” He didn’t hold back, because the unforgiving wooden paddle impacted her right butt cheek with roughly twice the force he’d used before.