Consume Me (A Burning Desire Novel) (32 page)

He kept pushing in and out; his voice so
low and hot.

“I need more you Clea; I’ve never needed
anyone like I need you right now.”

Take me for god sake; I’m right there with
you.

 “I can’t think of anyplace better to
be, other than buried deep inside you.”

I couldn’t speak; I was on the edge of
tears; just one blink away.

“But you see; giving up my word doesn’t
sit well with me.”

What?

“So before we do anything; before I let you
come. I’m going to establish some new rules.”

“Now?”

I squirmed; he was doing that torturing
thing, bringing me ever so close then stilling. My thoughts were amorphous.

“Yes now.”

He announced; stilling his harrowing
fingers inside me.

“Rule #6: Every time you break one of our
rules; I get to punish you.”

“Punish me?”

My voice faltered.

“Yes.” He asserted.

“How?”

I blinked; I couldn’t see what he’d
intended.

“Well for instance; right after I let you
come in about two or maybe three minutes. I’m not going to fuck you.”

“You’re not?”

That was punishment all right.

“Not before I punish you; no.”

I took a harsh breath and shook my head
scrambling my thoughts together.

“So if not fucking me isn’t the
punishment; what is?”

My voice sounded bitter.

“Spanking you will be the punishment.”

I stared at him in total disbelief.

“I really, really want to spank you Miss
Dane.”

My breath hitched in my throat. I didn’t
know if he was serious. I would've done just about anything for him.

I was shocked; also turned on, but mostly
shocked.

I thought it a joke, but, at that moment,
the sparkle in his eyes was far from any pleasantries.

"You see, we either stop this or get
back to it after a day or two, or we establish the rule right now and I spank
you, then, fuck you!"

It’s ridiculous, would he seriously stop?

Whom was I kidding? Of course, he would!

I had to consider the idea. I had never
imagined myself being spanked; I’ve never imagined myself succumbing to that
kind of kinky. Nevertheless, something got me alert at that moment.

I thought about how I enjoyed the nipple
pinching; I couldn’t hurt myself enough to stimulate the pleasure he’d given me
with his own. Was it the same as being spanked?

Was Landon Davis some kind of sadistic
personality?

"Will... Will you hurt me?"

I couldn't believe the words coming out of
my mouth, and neither did he, giving the expression of surprise on his
features.

"Yes, but it will also arouse
you."

I was already turned on by the idea.

I chose to rethink the disturbing reaction
another time.

My insides clutched with need and desire;
I was as afraid as I was turned on.

"O...okay."

I felt a little self-conscious; I couldn’t
look him in the eyes.

Landon
nodded in silence; his expression was confusing. He was surprised, but somehow
defeated. I couldn't understand it.

He urged his stroke against my clit,
simultaneously, pressing his fingers inside me. I clenched spasming forcefully
around him.

I didn’t know how he could be more
powerful than any gadget in the world. It had felt lest moot than my own
stroking under the shower and kept me going throughout the day.

But his hands, his affect.

It was unconditionally satisfying.

Once my breathing had calmed, Landon
gestured for me to stand up and I followed. Then, he sat on the bed and stretched
out his hand to me.

I took it hesitantly, because somehow, I
felt a strange alteration in his mood. His eyes were blazing, not with lust.

Although there was a great deal of it.

I had the distinct impression that he felt
powerful.

"Lie down across my knee."

He ordered; I felt the need to comply.

I did as he asked; he placed his left leg
over both of mine, and angled my upper body against the mattress. I felt
vulnerable, yet aroused.

Something may be seriously wrong with me.

"From now on, every time you break a
rule or make me somehow break mine; I'll punish you."

He whispered in a very controlling and
commandeering way.

"Trust me Clea; this is for your
benefit. You have no idea how gratifying it can be to work by your own terms,
to know your own limits. With time; you’ll learn not to defy me and appreciate
every aspect of our relationship."

Will you just do it already!

"Your silence means that you think
you'll have your way, but if tonight is any indication, you know I'm serious."

I nodded,
depends how this will work.

"I'm going to spank you ten times,
and then I'll fuck you senseless."

He started caressing my ass-cheeks,
squeezing them, fondling them gently.

I strained every time he moved his hand
away apprehending the first strike, but he just kept caressing me, patiently.

"Such a beautiful delicate
skin."

Snap! Ouch!

I was
distracted by his words when the first blow came. I cried out in surprise and
dismay. He caressed the cheek he hit, and, abruptly hit the other.

My eyes sprung open the second time. It
was harder, but I didn't move.

It was humiliating enough; I wasn't going
to add my goody-two-shoes act and pretend I was hurt; or shocked.

He caressed me again, where he'd hit me,
and then went to the other cheek. I closed my eyes, panting, and scared. He
lifted up his rhythm, with less fondling. It was hard to take, he never hit me
in the same place, and he kept spreading the stinging pain.

The worst thing about what was happening,
was that he never said a word. I wanted some reassurance that it was somehow
all right for him to do it; that humiliation wasn’t the intention of all that;
but rather merely a reaction from my low self-esteem getting to the surface.

I buried my face in the sheets, I couldn't
see him, and I wasn't about to show him how much it was hurting.

What captured my attention; other than his
affliction, was his breathing. It was ragged and fast. I could also feel his
heartbeat rummage through his veins.

By the ninth blow, he spoke slowly.

"Your ass looks beautiful, blood
running through, the mark of my palm."

He paused for a beat then gave that one
last blow.

"I love it!"

He started stroking my butt, it burned and
stung. I couldn't believe I’d managed to go through it all, I wanted him to
stop, yet I didn't ask him to. I don't know if it was my ego begging me to keep
still, or the way I felt deep inside.

He inserted two fingers again, inside me.
I cried out by surprise. He brought them to my mouth.

"See how wet you are? Suck!"

I did as he asked and tasted myself for
the second time since I’d met him. It was all too demeaning, yet disturbingly
hot.

He moved and steadied me on weakened
knees; I could barely stand for a second.

The moment I sat on the edge of the bed, I
regretted it.

"Ouch!" I stood up quickly and
rubbed my cheeks. They were burning up.

He took out a condom and swiftly turned it
over on his erection. He gently pushed me to the bed and placed me in a
kneeling position; he kept caressing my sore behind for a moment then placed his
hands on both my breast and slammed inside me.

"Ah." I breathed out

Finally.

It felt like some kind of recompense to
me.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the
pure pleasure of feeling him inside me, he was thrusting with steady movements,
hitting me to my core, squeezing my hardened nipples. I moaned with each
intensified pound, my head sinking in an exquisite feeling. He leaned against
me and placed my hair to my left shoulder tracing kisses, groaning.

I steadied myself with one hand and took
the other to his neck, I wanted to kiss him, I didn't want it to be fucking, I
wanted it lovemaking.

"Kiss me… Please."

I gasped and he drew me to him in a kiss,
pounding inside me. It was truly mind-blowing.

With long, hard thrusts, my body shattered
around him and I called out his name repeatedly in a powerful orgasm.

"Oh, Clea."

He stilled me; my back against his chest.

He kept pounding inside me, relentless. I
couldn't take anymore of it.

Landon grabbed my breasts and pulled them
between his fingers. He squeezed them bluntly extracting a loud yell.

I unraveled in it.

“Stroke yourself baby.”

I had no focus to do anything to myself.

“I got you; touch yourself.”

He spoke between divine pinches and
thrusts. I was hardly aware of my body.

I complied with his demand and began
stroking myself.

It was seraphic; a forceful panacea of
sensation. He pulled at my nipples; I blanked stroking myself rapidly and
violently.

Between his relentless, guided thrusts, my
own strokes and his expert fingers, my body stiffened. I was about to come
undone.

“Hold it baby; not yet.”

He gritted his teeth and growled through
them.

What!

How could I possibly support it? I was
going out of mind and over the precipice.

He hardened his pinches, the pain struck
me to the darkest places inside me.

“Please.”

I begged; I was pushing away the building
pressure. It felt like an order and I didn’t want to defy him.

“Landon.”

I whimpered over and over again.

I was like some kind of balloon just full
of pressure; ready to explode.

“Now baby, come for me.”

He slammed inside me.

I cried out, aloud for the first time. I
yelled out my climax and exploded around him. I squeezed him endlessly. He
cried out finding his own release, pouring himself into me.

Landon collapsed on his back and brought
me with him. I lay on top of him, both panting and breathing erratically.

He traced circles around my navel,
steadying his breath in the crook of my neck.

I had never experienced such a celestial
emotion.

The pain mixed with twice the pleasure. It
was evigorating.

I flexed my numb fingers, I was spent and
sated; more than ever.

"Are you okay, baby?"

He asked gently.

I thought about his question, I didn't
know how to describe it, because, other than a sore behind, I was over the
moon.

It felt like, he understood me; he cared
for my needs, and knew exactly what to do to me.

Just like what he said.

I rolled myself back on the mattress and
turn to him; I felt a little ashamed by the way everything had happened, the stripping,
the crying, the fight, the spanking, and the fucking.

Then it hit me, and at that moment, my
happiness faded.

Was that what people called…

"Did you pity sex me?"

I didn't process the words; I said it as I
felt it.

"Pity sex you?"

Landon was baffled; but it didn’t reassure
me.

"For fuck sake Clea, stop demeaning
yourself!"

That time he sounded angry.

"I don't know, I thought, maybe the
way I reacted earlier, you just had to do it."

I couldn't look at him.

He pulled my chin and leveled my gaze.

He had the most mesmerizing gaze.

"Had to do it?"

He whispered in disbelief. , and then
smiled.

"I'm not in the habit of doing things
I'm not interested in doing Miss Dane."

He propped himself on his elbow and cupped
my cheek.

"What I just did to you, I very much
wanted to do it."

He leaned closer and pressed a swift kiss
on the tip of my nose.

"I needed to; more so, after the
awful news I’d gotten about my case.”

He paused briefly.

“Also I admit; I'm very much looking
forward to the next time you defy me; and I get the feeling that it won't be
long before you do it.”