I rolled my shoulders as I looked down in distaste. The impeccable suit I had taken great pains to purchase last night from Gieves & Hawkes, one of the finest tailors in London, was a wrinkled mess.
I scowled as I smoothed down the ruined silk tie. The man was a heathen.
Surveying the empty laboratory, I reached for the half-empty cup of cold coffee and drank it to wet my dry mouth. I grimaced. Instant. I should have known. What kind of man doesn’t insist on freshly ground coffee? A heathen who didn’t know how to enjoy the finer things in life.
Fortunately, I’d had the foresight to purchase a second suit. Striding over to the nearby closet I opened the door and lifted the garment bag off the hook. After changing into the clean suit, I felt more myself.
Adjusting the sterling silver cufflinks I had also managed to acquire last night, I strolled over to the inventory cabinet. As I was determining if there was any more benzoylecgonine for me to steal and sell on the black market for some ready cash, the laboratory door swung open.
Catherine walked in. “I’m sorry. I think I left my glasses here.”
I picked up the small wire-framed glasses. I crushed them in my hand and dropped them to the floor. “I’m afraid I don’t see them.”
She walked several steps forward. Her voice was thin and hesitant. “Dr. Jekyll, is that you?”
I licked my lips as I watched the gentle sway of her hips as she walked. She had a beautiful hourglass shape, only heightened by the short black dress she wore. “No, I’m afraid he’s left.”
She blushed, the color animating her already pretty features. “I’m sorry. You look very similar.”
“Brothers.” I held out my hand. “I’m Edward Hyde.”
She placed her small hand in mine. I squeezed my fingers around hers, refusing to let go.
She gave her hand a slight tug before nervously saying, “Henry hasn’t mentioned a brother.”
I leaned in, inhaling the floral scent of her perfume. “Same father, different mothers. I’m not exactly legitimate. All a bit of a scandal I’m afraid. Henry doesn’t like to talk about it.”
Her blush deepened as she once again tried to pull her hand free. This time I allowed it.
She gave me a wide berth as she rounded the lab table to search the top of the file cabinet where I had found her glasses. “I’m sure I left them here. I’m not quite blind as a bat without them, but I do need them.”
She stepped on the bent and twisted frames of her glasses, crushing the lenses. “Oh, no!”
I came up behind her. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I ran the fingertips of my left hand down her bare arm. My voice was soft and low as I asked, “What can you see without them?”
Her stomach tightened under my palm as she gasped. She inhaled a shaky breath before whispering, “I can still see faces and shapes, they’re just a little fuzzy.”
Leaning down, I allowed the heat of my breath to caress her bare neck as I entwined my fingers with hers. “You make me feel like a thief.”
Her breath fluttered. “Why?”
I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed her fingertips. “Because I am permitted to steal glances at your serene beauty without you even knowing.”
Her head fell back onto my shoulder. “You think… you think I’m beautiful?”
I flicked my tongue between the tips of her index and middle fingers before taking one into my mouth. I swirled the tip of my tongue around before flicking it, illustrating just what I planned to do to her pussy soon.
Releasing her finger, I skimmed my lips over her neck before biting the lobe of her ear. “I think you are exquisite.” I pressed my palm against her stomach as I pushed my hips forward, wanting her to feel the hard ridge of my cock against her ass.
That was all the encouragement I needed.
I spun Catherine around and claimed her mouth. I grabbed her jaw, digging my fingers into her cheeks as I forced my tongue past her lips. Her feeble cry was swallowed by my mouth as I pushed my fingers into her hair, ripping out the band securing the bun at the top. I threaded my fingers through her silky locks. Wrapping them around my fist, I pulled, wrenching her head back further. I pushed my tongue in deeper, wanting to steal the very breath from her lungs.
Catherine wrenched her head to the side. “Wait! We—”
“No,” I growled as I feasted on her mouth again.
I stepped forward, pressing her against the wall, wanting to feel the pressure of her abdomen against my cock. I ran my hand over her hip, lifting her skirt hem.
Catherine reached down to push my hand away.
Again, I reached for her hem, this time fisting the thin material in my hand.
When she tugged, trying to dislodge my grasp, I bit her lip.
Her eyes widened as the tip of her tongue caressed her now swollen and bleeding lower lip. “Ow! You bit me!”
I ran my knuckles down her cheek before cruelly grasping her jaw. I tilted her head back as far as the wall would allow and leaned in close. “That is what you get when you try and defy me.”
Locking my heated gaze on her, I purposefully pushed my hand under her skirt and between her thighs to cup her pussy. I narrowed my eyes. “Shall I make your kitty purr?”
She slapped my hand away and stormed past me. “You’re disgusting.”
I snatched her back by her hair. Wrapping an arm around her from behind, I squeezed her breast, loving the press of her nipple against my palm through the fabric. I chuckled. “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.”
She struggled. “Let me go!”
I released her hair and once again cupped her pussy through the silk of her panties. “Not until I get what I want.” I shifted my hand from her breast to the collar of her dress. Pushing my fingers inside the edge, I wrenched downward, tearing the dress down the front.
She broke free. She tried to run but stumbled over a stool. She righted herself and turned to face me as she backed away. Holding out an arm, she warned, “Stay back.”
I shrugged out of my suit jacket. “Or what?”
She breathed heavily. Her full breasts, wrapped in purple lace with a little black bow in the center, rose and fell with the motion. “I’ll scream!”
I folded my suit jacket in half and tossed it on a nearby table. I then placed a finger in the Windsor knot of my tie and loosened it. My lips lifted in a half smile. “Please do.”
I stalked toward her as she circled around the central lab table in a feeble attempt to avoid me.
“Get away from me,” she cried out.
I pulled off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. “I can smell your arousal from here, Catherine.”
Her eyes widened as she grasped the tattered remains of her dress front and tried to cover her breasts. “You’re disgusting.”
I shrugged. “So you’ve said.” After undoing the first few buttons, I pulled the dress shirt over my head and tossed it aside as well.
God, she was fucking gorgeous with her swollen red lips and wild curly hair cascading over her shoulders, barely hiding the creamy ripeness of her breasts. I flicked my tongue over my lips. “You look good enough to eat.”
I was already imagining her sprawled out on the table, thighs open.
Her arms stretched out over the top of a nearby file cabinet. I knew she was looking for a weapon as she searched with her hands to compensate for her compromised vision. “I want to warn you again. Stay back.”
I reached for my belt buckle. “I see I’m going to have to resort to more extreme measures to persuade you to submit.” I whipped the belt out from the loops of my trousers. I folded it in half and snapped it twice. Being a dress belt, it was made of thin patent leather. It would hurt more than a thicker, raw leather belt.
Her eyes narrowed as she struggled to see what I held in my hand. She would know what it was soon enough by the feel of its bite on her backside.
I could see her body tense for flight moments before she took off, trying to reach the exit door to my right. The moment she passed, I grabbed her by the hair. Using her forward momentum against her, I spun her around until she slammed against my chest. Her small fingers gripped at my bare upper arms as I crushed my mouth against hers.
Keeping my fist in her hair, I sucked and bit at her tongue as I tasted deeply of her charms. It wasn’t a kiss; it was a promise of possession.
The moment her body wilted against mine, I knew I had her.
I turned her around and bent her over a low stainless steel-topped table, pressing her down by the back of her head. “Stay there.”
“What are you—”
“I didn’t give you permission to speak,” I growled as I flipped her skirt up.
Dark purple satin covered her sweet ass. I ran my palm over her hip and cheek, before giving her a quick smack.
Catherine jumped as her fingers gripped the edge of the table. “Please, I’m not sure—”
I ran my middle finger down the crack of her satin-covered ass to then cup her pussy from behind. “You don’t have to be sure, pet. I am.”
I wrenched her panties off her ass. They floated down her slim thighs to pool at her feet. Her pale ivory skin was exposed and vulnerable to my touch. I gave her one more caress before I stepped back with my right foot, raising my right arm. Adjusting my grip on the belt, I brought my arm down in a punishing arc. The smack of leather against her skin vibrated around the empty room.
Catherine’s torso flew upward off the table. “Ow!” she exclaimed as her hand flew back to cover her ass cheeks.
“Move your hand or I’ll tie you up.”
Her lower lip trembled as she obeyed.
I brought the belt down on her ass several more times, delighting in the thin red stripes the sharp patent leather was leaving on her skin. Next time I would use a wider, raw leather belt. I wanted to see her entire ass blush from my punishment.
Catherine rose up on her toes after I struck her upper thighs just below the curve of her ass. “Please, please. I don’t like this.”
I stepped forward, pressing my hips against her ass, knowing the fabric of my wool trousers would scratch the sensitive and swollen redness. Once more, I placed a hand on her pussy. She was wet and ready for me. “You’re lying.”
I then leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Little girls who lie get punished even harder.”
The heat of his words was only matched by the heat of my punished skin.
I couldn’t believe I was allowing this stranger to treat me like this. It was as if he had me under some kind of spell. I couldn’t think of any other reason why I would let him kiss me… or spank me.
I pressed my cheek against the cool stainless steel surface, willing away both the humiliating shame and the even more humiliating arousal his touch had caused. I had never in my life been roughly handled by a man. All the men in my life previously had been nerdy scientists who were hesitant to even hold my hand, let alone kiss me. Men like Henry.
Edward was different.
He was arrogant, confident, and domineering. He didn’t ask permission. He took. When he forced me against the wall and claimed my mouth, I thought I would come right there and then. Men never did such things anymore. They didn’t dare. Not in this day and age. It seemed as if Edward was from another time. A masculine, no-holds-barred time when men took what they wanted and didn’t give a damn about the consequences.
I shouldn’t find such a thing arousing. It was unthinkable that I did, but I couldn’t help myself.
He was just so handsome and… forceful.
The power of his kiss had nearly knocked me to my knees.
The belt struck my ass again. I bit my lip as I rose up on my toes, trying to contain the hot, stinging pain. Within seconds the pain had melted into something warm and pleasurable. It was similar to that moment when you first got into a hot bath. The water stung to the point of pain, but then it wrapped you in sensual warmth.
My breath fogged the polished surface of the table as my fingers clawed at the edge. I didn’t know my own mind anymore. I wasn’t in control of my body. I was just a pile of nerve endings reacting to his touch.
The clang of a metal belt buckle hitting the metal tabletop had me turning my head sharply to the right. Moments later, I heard Edward lower his zipper.
My inner thighs clenched.
Was I really going to do this?
Was I going to allow a complete stranger to spank me and then fuck me over a table?
His large hand pressed down on the table near my shoulder as he leaned his body over me. “Purr for me, my pet.”
My eyes filled with tears. I sniffed and shook my head slightly.
He palmed my right ass cheek and squeezed. I yelped with the pain.
He whispered harshly against my cheek, “I said purr for me.”
I let out a low whimper. It was the best I could do in my highly agitated state.
Edward chuckled as he straightened and gripped my hips. His foot brushed against mine as he kicked my legs open wider. I then felt the head of his cock probing between my legs.
“Brace yourself, baby. This is going to hurt.”
I held my breath as he thrust in… deep.
My mouth opened on a silent cry as my body absorbed the pain of his intrusion. Despite my arousal, I wasn’t ready for the thick weight of his cock pounding into me.
His fingers dug into my hips as he thrust harder and harder.
Almost against my will, my body hummed with awareness.
Edward fisted his hand in my hair and pulled. My back bowed. His cock went in even deeper.
My palms were slick against the table surface as I tried to raise my torso and push my hips back.
Edward’s breath was uneven as he growled, “Next time, I’m going to lick that sweet pussycat of yours but for now I want you to come only from my cock.”
I tried to shake my head but his grip on my hair prevented me. I made an embarrassing gurgling sound as I tried to speak. Finally, I gasped out, “I can’t. I can’t come that way. I never have.”
Edward pulled his cock out until only the head remained inside of me. “With me you will, baby girl.”
He then thrust in deep.
This time he increased the rhythmic speed of his thrusts. The heavy table shifted against the linoleum from the power of his movements.
I lifted my hand off the table, intending to press my fingers against my clit.
“Don’t you dare,” he warned. He then spanked my ass as he continued thrusting.
The combination sent a shockwave between my legs. Unable to stop myself, I cried out, “Yes! Oh, God! Yes!”
Edward laughed as he spanked me again. The slap of his palm sharpened the dulling pain from his belt whipping. Every inch of the skin on my ass burned and prickled.
I ground myself against the edge of the table as he pounded into me. I could feel the pressure build between my legs only to rise and pool inside my stomach like molten metal.
Edward yanked on my hair harder as he unrelentingly pummeled into me from behind. He raised his arm and smacked my ass hard just as his hips connected with my punished ass.
He ground out, “That’s my sweet girl.”
The dubious endearment uttered in his dark and guttural voice combined with the thrusting of his cock was my final undoing. For the first time in my life, I came just from a man fucking me. Wave after wave of light euphoria crested over me. I had to cling to the table to keep my knees from buckling as my heart raced and my cheeks heated from my shameless orgasm.
Edward yanked on my hair one last time as he shouted his own release.
Moments later he pulled out. As I lay sprawled on the table, afraid or simply unable to move, I felt him flip my dress down. At first, I thought it was a sensitive gesture to cover my nakedness after such a fierce display. I was disavowed of that notion when he then used my dress hem to wipe the come off his cock.
I heard him raise his zipper. I then heard the rustle of clothing. Through half-closed eyes I watched him rebutton his shirt and shrug into his suit coat. He tossed his tie around his neck but left the ends dangling as he approached my still form.
I flinched as he caressed my back.
Edward wrapped his hand around my upper arm and pulled me upright. He placed two fingers under my chin and lifted my head to meet his gaze. I tried to avert my eyes, but I could actually feel his displeasure and obediently pulled my gaze back to his.
He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “Next time I’ll lick that sweet pussy until you purr, pet.”
My jaw stiffened as I forced the words through my teeth. “There won’t be a next time. I want to forget this ever happened.”
He walked over to Dr. Jekyll’s journal and ripped out a page. He then tucked it and a vial of red liquid into his inside suit pocket. Afterward, he bent down and picked up my discarded panties. He raised them to his nose and, to my horror, inhaled deeply before tucking them into his breast pocket as if they were a silk pocket square. He gave me an insolent wink before strolling past me. He called over his shoulder, “Trust me, baby girl. There will be a next time.”