I’m going to make her scream my name. Then I’m going to make her mine.
When we last spoke, Zoe Thibodeaux was a schoolgirl with a crush. But now the daughter of the most powerful mafia boss in New Orleans is all grown up… and in desperate need of my belt across her bare ass before I grip her hair in my fist and teach her what it means to be mine.
Her father trusted me to keep her safe, but I’m going to do much more than that.
I’m going to keep her forever.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$5.99
Length: 89,700 words
As I brushed my hand to her bottom, she sucked in her breath, this time the sound exaggerated. It had been a long time since I’d used a belt when spanking a woman. What unnerved me almost as much as the moment that was unfolding was that it dredged up dark desires and sadistic needs, which had been my undoing before.
I took a step away, twisting my hand around the leather. When I brought the belt down twice in a row, she didn’t react at first, which surprised the hell out of me.
Seconds later, she shuddered visibly, kicking out her leg. But I sensed her continued defiance, her determination to hate me as strong if not stronger than before. I brought the belt across her sit spot four times. The slight cry she issued was quickly stopped, but her shoulders heaved as pain washed through her.
A tightness in my chest formed, an ache that shifted all the way down to my feet. This was the last thing I wanted to do but knew it was necessary.
In order to break the hold.
In order to keep her alive.
My next breath was rattled, so much so spots formed in front of my eyes, but I continued the spanking, bringing the belt down six times without hesitation.
She finally yelped, throwing back her head and gasping for air. “I hate you so much.” She twisted her pelvis, the sharp cries continuing.
“That’s fine by me.” But it wasn’t. That was the last thing I wanted, but goddamn it. What else was I supposed to do? I moved closer, pressing my hand against her back to try to keep her calm. That was the moment I gathered a whiff of her continued desire, her pussy lips shimmering with wetness.
Christ. It was all I could do to keep from thrusting my cock inside. I brushed my hand from one side of her reddened bottom to the other, hating the way she flinched from my touch.
“Just get on with it,” she said a few seconds later, her demanding tone bringing a smile to my face.
My fingers came dangerously close to her pussy lips, enough so I jerked my hand away. As I started again, it was all she could do to keep from racing away from me. But the woman stood her ground, refusing to give into temptation or allowing me to see a single weakness.
If only she knew how strong I believed her to be, so much so that I was tense, shaking as I continued doling out the strikes, one right after another. There was something entirely too cathartic about what I was doing, acting as if I was in total control over her body and soul.
The truth was I wanted her full surrender. The thought was wearing on me, so daunting that this needed to end before I lost my shit.
When I was close to the end, I rubbed my hand over her heated buttocks a second time, savoring the rush of adrenaline as much as the tingling vibrations jetting through me. I dared allow myself to slide the tip of my index finger down the crack of her ass, brushing it against her slickened folds.
When she tensed, issuing a sharp moan as her hips undulated, I knew that was all I could take. I backed away, doing everything I could not to gasp for air. “You’ve had enough. I’ll take your things to your room downstairs. I suggest you try and get a good night’s sleep.” I purposely turned away, furious with myself more than before.
As I shoved my belt back through the loops, I gathered another whiff of her longing and bit back a growl.