Her Billionaire, Her Wolf(71)

Then he was on his knees between her legs and she felt him bend down to place a hand on each side of her back. His mouth traced along her spine until he came to where the hunting knife had cut her.

Gently, ever so gently, he kissed her there and Sara felt herself growing moister with each of his movements.

This magnificent man, capable of terrible, beastly violence, had come to worship at her temple. The thought of it, that he did it for her, that he would punish her for crimes she had yet to commit, only made her juices flow more quickly.

He brought his hands to her hips then pulled upward. With almost no effort, he lifted her haunches into the air, then set her back down upon bent knees, her bottom up and fully available.

“Punishment is the request,” he said, his tone turning ever deeper, “And so punishment shall be dealt out.”

His hand struck her without warning.

The entire bed rocked with it and Sara felt the delicious sting rip across her buttocks. Her flesh vibrated under his touch demanding that he do it again.

And, he did.

Sara moaned as he struck her bottom, his open hand landing what felt like everywhere at once. He paddled her for all her wrongdoing and for all of what would come.

It was what she wanted. It was what she desired.

Sara sought absolution at the hands of her master and he did not disappoint.

Braze slapped her until her bottom was on fire and Sara was pushing back at him with each strike.

She knew she was to the point of literally dripping as he punished her and, suddenly, without prelude, she felt him stop. There was a pause in which she heard his and her own breath panting, then she felt something cold at her back opening.

Braze was going to do something like he had on the flight back from France. Sara heard the faint sound of cellophane crackling. It was easy to imagine that he had opened a condom.

But this time, it was no toy that came to bear at her back passage. This time, what she felt pushing at her was hot and alive...and very, very large.

Sara could not help herself from moaning aloud as she realized what was about to happen.

She did her best to relax, knowing that her muscles would try to rebel against the exquisitely foreign sensation, then Braze began to push his way inside.

The power that held her was immense. Sara had been utterly mistaken that anything she might do could possibly hinder him. His hands held her like iron and his cock was as rigid and unbending as his indomitable will.

Like fire, she burned as he slipped himself deep inside her, burying himself to the hilt.

Sara screamed. Not in horror, but in absolute ecstasy, then Braze eased himself back and then forward again.

The feel of him, there, where it was so wrong...so terribly wrong, was delicious beyond any measure.

Slowly, he began to stroke in and out of Sara and just when she thought it could not possibly be better, Braze shifted his grip as he hunched over her.

Then, one hand stroked down across her belly. He reached lower and pushed the heel of his hand at the top of Sara’s apex.

She could feel the hard kernel there slipping forward. She could feel how stiff she had become, then her jaw locked tight as Braze seized her between the tips of his finger and thumb.

It was too much. The pain of it crackled through her and in a startling flash Sara thought she might pee with the intensity of it going too far.

Instead, Braze continued his deep thrusting, never releasing her clit, until Sara’s nerves were jangling and frayed to the breaking point.

And, just as it seemed she would lose all control, she felt her stomach tighten. She felt the long muscles along the inside of her thighs quiver. She felt Braze stiffen even more while buried so deeply inside her.

His fingers pinched her hard and her hips bucked like an unbroken horse under her rider. Then the avalanche took her and him both.

Their orgasms blew through them as pleasure brought them together, then split them apart again in great, trembling spasms.

Braze pumped into Sara, while his fingers did not release her. Sara slammed back at him, desperate to be free of his touch while delighting in it all the same.

Together, they became a mass of slick flesh that ached with delicious pain, until their breaths slowed at last.

Braze released her. Then she felt his weight leave the bed as she sagged down, her body giving way at last to exhaustion.

Quickly, he was back at her side, then soft, egyptian cotton moved along her skin as he took care of her.

Braze released the cords that held her wrists, and as Sara was about to turn to look at him, he pressed his palm to the middle of her back, asking her without words to remain where she was.

She felt his touch there where the hunting knife had made her bleed. Braze applied something cool and soothing, then she felt him tenderly press cotton gauze into place before fixing it with surgical tape.