Then, I feel his hand connect with my ass with a loud noise. Crack! The sound erupts as skin connects to skin and it feels like fire hits me.
“Hunter!” I shout, but again he spanks me. He spanks me. I’ve never been spanked in my life. My father never bothered when we were younger, and when I got older, his punishment was more about punching than spanking. “Stop! What are you doing??” I ask inanely, my ass feeling as if it is on fire.
“The more you talk, the harder I’m spanking this ass, Holly. So keep it up, sweetness, because I like it. Your ass is all pink now, but I’m still going, and it’s going to be blood red. I’m okay with that. More than okay, because when I’m done, I’ll fuck you so hard that every time I thrust against you, it will hurt, and you won’t forget me for a fucking long time.”
That shuts me up. It stops me for many reasons. The largest being: I went from contemplating a one-night stand with a man who is dangerous to me and my sister, to having my ass out in the night waving at anyone who wants to see and being reprimanded like a little girl. The thing is, it doesn’t feel like that. No. With each connection of his hand, my body’s reaction changes. Somewhere along the way, it’s no longer a punishment. The pain mingles with other feelings, even as tears sting my eyes. When his big hand caresses my tender flesh, I can’t stop the moan that tumbles out of my lips.
“Please,” I whimper.
Torch bends down and kisses the top of my ass, and I can’t help but push up into the touch. Then, he stretches out over top of me. The rough material of his jeans rubs against the burning skin of my ass, and the scrapes cause more pain, but somehow even that feels good. He grabs my hair and pulls so I have to raise my head, then bites the shell of my ear. His hand goes down between my legs and he drags his fingers through the creamy wetness that has gathered. I can’t even manage to feel shame over that; my body loves what he’s doing to it.
“Please what, Holly? Please fuck you?” he growls, and that hurt rises again at being called another woman’s name. I want to hear him say Katie. I want to hear my name in that rough voice he has right now.
“Not here,” I tell him. “Not like this.”
I expect him to ignore me. It shocks me when he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls my skirt back down over my ass and lets me up. He helps me to sit on his bike. I want to argue that I need my car, but can’t seem to find the words, so I just go where he leads me. He gets on the bike in front of me and my hands wrap around him, holding on tight, my legs clenching his body.
“Hold on,” he orders, then takes off. I lay my head on his shoulder and do just what he tells me to.
Jesus Christ on a bed of nails, this woman may be the death of me. I was so pissed at her for trying to skip out that I just intended to tell her what I thought of cock teases, then go find a willing woman. End of story. Done. Kaput. Then, I touched her and pulled her body back against mine. Her little moan drove me crazy. Just a simple thing really, but coupled with the way her body felt against me and the way she filled my hands… I reacted without thought. I bared her ass right there and marked her with my hand over and over, and with each outline of my hand on her creamy ass, I knew… I knew I was playing with fire.
She’s special. She makes me react in ways I haven’t with another woman, which is crazy bad, because this is just a one night fuck fest. But, by God, I’m going to make sure she remembers me for a fucking long time once we’re done. I’ll mark her so that any man she touches after tonight can’t live up to the night we shared.
That stupid pain in my chest hits me again and I’m fucking tired of that. Whatever it is, that’s her fault too, and I’ll punish her for that along with the rest. I take her back to the motel that the boys and I have been staying in. It’s a cheap dump, but we stay there because it limits the attention we receive. These kinds of places usually operate on cash only and they don’t give a fuck who stays here as long as they get paid. I thought about finding some place nicer to bring her to, then got pissed off again. This is a quick fuck—a bang it and forget it. I’ll be damned if I treat her any different than I would any of the other pussy I’ve had.
I pull around to the back, parking outside the window of my room. Thankfully, I’m not sharing with one of the other guys. I try not to, though sometimes we do just for safety’s sake. Latch and Sabre are sharing this time around, but I suspect it’s for other reasons. I don’t think my brothers get off with each other, though if they did, whatever, good for them. I’m suspecting little Miss Annie puts on a show for them nightly. She might be claimed by Sabre, but it hasn’t escaped anyone’s attention that the three of them have their own thing going.