He took me to interrogate me. He kept me to make me his.
As Liam McGinty’s belt lashes my bare backside, it isn’t the burning sting or the humiliating awareness that my body’s surrender is on full display for this ruthless mobster that shocks me.
It’s the fact that this isn’t a scene from one of my books.
I almost can’t process the fact that I’m really riding in the back of a luxury SUV belonging to the most powerful Irish mafia boss in New York—the man I’ve written so much about—with my cheeks blushing, my bottom sore inside and out, and my arousal soaking the seat beneath me.
But whether I can process it or not, I’m his captive now.
Maybe he’ll let me go when he’s gotten the answers he needs and he’s used me as he pleases.
Or maybe he’ll keep me…
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 81,000 words
“You repulse me.”
“Why don’t I find out if that’s really true?” He rolled the belt between my legs, releasing his hold on my hair, sliding it down my stomach. Before I could figure out what he was going to do, he’d already started to rub it against my slickened pussy, moving back and forth, creating friction that started to swell.
Within seconds, I was so hot and wet, I was forced to bite my lower lip, several moans threatening to escape. He continued to rub, his actions becoming more vigorous. I was thrown by my body’s reaction, the way I was swaying, the pleasure building to a point I was horrified I would have an orgasm. That was crazy. That was sick.
I dropped my head, taking several gasping breaths, even opening my legs wider. What the hell was wrong with me?
“Yes,” he murmured. “I was right. You were close to climaxing. Weren’t you?”
If he thought I was going to answer him, he was out of his mind.
“Unfortunately, you haven’t earned the right to have an orgasm yet. You aren’t allowed until I give you strict permission.”
Another dark, horrible laugh floated around me as he patted my bottom again, adding to the ugly humiliation rushing through me, my cheeks burning with the indignation that my body had betrayed me. Then he had the audacity to pull the belt under his nose, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath.
The man was a sick fuck, twisted in every way.
“Very wet, Cimeran.”
He cracked the belt down several more times, harder than before. I was pitched against the vehicle, stomping my foot again. The anguish was almost intolerable but even so, goosebumps popped along my arms as a jolt of electricity and delectable sensations swept through me. The combination was even more disturbing than what he was doing to me.
I’d lost count of how many strikes he’d issued, but as the spanking continued, I slumped against the SUV, clawing the surface of the roof. Panting, I finally couldn’t keep sounds from erupting deep within me, the guttural breaths turning into a series of strangled whimpers.
“You did very well. You are trainable, although it will take significant time.” He swung the belt over my head, holding it in front of me. “Stick out your tongue.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I think it’s easy enough for you to follow. Do it. Now!”
Trembling, I did as he said, butterflies churning in my stomach, feasting on my insides.
He was enjoying the hell out of himself. When he rubbed the belt across my tongue, his breathing became just as ragged as mine. The man was turned on as hell.
I blinked dozens of times in order to prevent tears. I couldn’t break down in front of the man. That would only allow him to win.
“I’m certain you taste like the sweetest nectar, peaches and nectarines. Feasting on you will be my treat after a long day.” He pulled the belt around my throat and while I couldn’t see what he was doing, it became obvious he’d shifted the leather end through the buckle.
Then he pulled it tight, wrapping his hand around the bottom portion of the strap.
“I think this will help you behave. We have a long way to go. I do need to keep you from even thinking about making another attempt at escape.” He tugged again, testing his clever collar then backed away.
What the hell was he waiting for?
A zipper. I heard the man unzipping his pants. What? I twisted my head, frantically trying to figure out if I was correct.
His eyes were directed on me, his nostrils flared. I didn’t need any additional light to detect the lust covering his face. And I also couldn’t fight my sick urges as he pushed away his trousers, freeing his cock, allowing my gaze to fall past his hips. He was huge, his shaft thick and long.
The man was going to fuck me.