The moment I see the mark on my door, I know I’m in deep trouble.
Connor McCann’s mark means pain and punishment. It means he’s coming for me, and when a man like Connor decides to teach a girl like me a lesson it’s a long, hard, shameful one.
Someone stole from me. Zoe’s got answers, but doesn’t want to talk. Too bad.
Little girls who play games with me end up sore and sorry. She’s going to tell me what I want to know, then she’ll scream my name as I remind her who owns this city… and her.
Author: Marlee Wray
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 48,200 words
He unbuckles his belt.
My heart races. I lick my lips as the belt slides free.
“The longer you wait, the harder the punishment.”
Reluctantly, I move to the couch, my heart already racing excitedly. Bending over it and presenting my ass immediately starts a hum in my body, my pussy tingling.
“Lift your dress out of the way.”
Very slowly, very hesitantly, I slide the silky fabric up to my waist. Now there’s only a thong.
Connor joins me, fondling the curvy globes. “I love your firm, round ass.”
My heart continues to thud so loudly it echoes in my ears.
“Some night, I may spank it for show,” he says, squeezing me slowly.
My face flames. “For show?”
“If you’re bad, I might bend you over and punish your ass in front of the guys.”
My breath catches and my pussy clenches, humiliation and arousal warring at the thought.
“You can’t do that!” I protest.
“I can’t, huh?” he asks, amusement in his voice. “You hate that idea? That’s why you push your ass up and out when I mention it?”
Even more embarrassed and now slightly pissed, I start to stand up.
He puts a hand on my back and pushes me back into position.
“Easy, beautiful. We’re not done yet.” He strokes the lowest part of my back, just above my ass. Then I feel his lips on my skin. The kiss is slow, his tongue trailing down. I shiver. “Gonna be a good girl?” he asks in a husky voice.
Mine is equally husky as I reply, “Yes.”
His palm comes down against my ass in slow, hard swats. Heat washes over me.
“God,” I whisper, unable to resist the sexy spiral I’m caught up in. How can I be half enjoying this?
He eases my panties down, and lust consumes me. I want him to touch me everywhere. I want some part of him inside me.
The slap of the belt makes my breath catch. I suck in air as the sting sinks in.
“Connor,” I groan.
“Hmm?” he asks, fingering the hot stripe from his belt.
“I’m not sure about this.”
His fingers dip into my pussy, which is weeping with pleasure. “I think you’re sure.” He slides his finger against my clit. My body vibrates with need, and I ease my legs wider apart. My mind hisses a protest, but my body ignores it.
He pulls his hand away. Then the belt whistles through the air and slaps my skin. I groan softly. He continues until the rhythm of the belt heats my skin to a feverish degree, and I edge away and rise up.
“I can’t,” I say, though my body’s still on the edge between pleasure and pain.
He drapes the belt over the back of the couch and unzips his fly. “Back over,” he says, tapping the couch cushion.
I drape my body next to his belt. He flips up my skirt. My underwear is still down around my thighs, which are damp with excitement.
He slides into me, his thick cock hard and unrelenting.