Possession (16 page)

“Which do you choose?”

His shoulders and chest were huge, covering nearly half of the massive center island. She knew how strong he was, but he’d been gentle tonight helping Drake to bed, and he was always careful with her. Even as he drove into her body with his head thrown back, veins popping as he strained, he held her safe like he had when they had sex against the door in his room.

It was an easy decision. “The third one.”

She didn’t even finish her sentence before Sloane shot around the island. He moved her half-drunk glass back, then scooped her into his arms and strode up the stairs as if she were no heavier than the bags of groceries he’d carried earlier. Before she caught her breath, they were in his master suite, and he kicked the door closed.

After setting her on her feet, he placed his cellphone on the nightstand and pulled off his shirt.

The sinewy muscles moving gracefully across his back transfixed her. Sloane faced her wearing only sweatpants and a growing hard-on. He sat on the side of the bed, his eyes intense. “Strip to your thong for me.”

Bubbles of excitement fizzed in her belly. She should be disgusted with herself. Appalled. But she wanted this, wanted to experience as much as she could with Sloane. This man was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her, yet she held back, suddenly unsure of her decision. She’d been told so many times she was making bad choices. Her building excitement turned into lumps of uncertainty. “Is this depraved?”

Lowering his chin, he pinned her with his eyes. “There’s not one depraved thing about you. If you don’t want to do this, truly don’t want to, we don’t do it. It won’t matter to me, all I want is you. But if you are letting anyone, or anything, outside this room make a choice for you, that is depraved.”

The knot of doubt in her stomach released.

His eyes softened. “But trusting me to not hurt you? That’s brave. And that’s facing a deep terror you’ve had to live with for six years. You misplaced your trust before and you got hurt. This, baby, is all about what you want. I’m looking at what I want.”

Never had she had this—a man who saw her soul and wanted her anyway. Realizing that her trust in Sloane was as real and vivid as her scars, she fisted her shirt and stripped it off. She got rid of her bra and stepped out of her jeans, leaving her bared to him except for the black thong.

“Come here.” He held out his hand, big with long fingers and thick knuckles. The one he would use on her. Ribbons of lust uncurled and fluttered in a dance with her fears. She took one step then another until his fingers closed around hers.

His frank appraisal scorched down her body.

“So damn beautiful.” Bracketing her waist with his palms, he held her in place as he regarded her. “Did you hesitate when I asked you to strip?”

“Uh…”
I will take care of you. All you’ll have to do is let go. Trust me.
The memory of his words on the phone reassured her. She could let go of control and do this. She wanted to do this. It was a game based on trust. “Yes.”

“Five strokes for that. And calling yourself depraved?” He rubbed his thumbs on her waist. “Yeah, that’s gonna add five more strokes to your ass.”

Those ribbons of lust yanked in her belly. His stern expression matched the serious way he held her in place. The play of his muscles rippling beneath his skin told her that escape was hopeless. His sheer strength and will would win out over hers. She had to submit, and that excited the hell out of her. “Seems kind of harsh. I didn’t say I was depraved, I just asked if this was depraved.”

“You just added one more stroke. Want to keep arguing?”

She clamped her mouth closed.

“Good girl. After your first ten strokes I’m going to stop and ask you a simple question that will determine how harsh stoke number eleven is.”

He tugged her closer until her toes touched his. “The wrong answer and while I still have you bent over my lap, I’ll order you to spread your thighs wider. You’ll be swollen, wet, aching, needing to come. Your ass will burn. And you’ll know what happens next. Tense for it. Waiting, wondering if you can take it.

She clung to every word. “What?”

“Right there, that sweet tender flesh between your thighs? I will spank you.”

Her body clenched, and she clamped her thighs. Shock and desire collided so hard, she shuddered. “That’s…” People did that? Could she take it?

“Your pulse is fluttering at your throat. Your nipples are tight sexy buds.” He brushed his mouth over her breast, creating a damp trail. Without any warning, he latched on to her nipple and scraped his teeth over the sensitive tip.

Kat’s gasp turned to a moan as he sucked gently, laving his tongue over the sting. He switched to the other side, firing her nerves.

When he lifted his head, his eyes were heavy with swollen pupils. “Are you wet? Does your pussy ache, Kitten?”

No way was she lying now. She was already up to eleven spanks. “Yes.”

“Show me.” Taking her hand, he tugged her. “Lay across my thighs.” He twisted slightly and helped her. He tucked pillows under her chest and face. Picking up her hand, he pressed it to the warm skin of her lower back, just above his sweatpants. “Hold here, don’t let go. I will feel it if you tap out.” He brushed his hand over her hair and back in long, sensual caresses, his fingers gliding over her ass and then back up. “Between us, everything is okay, including tapping out.”

Feeling safe and cared for, she relaxed.

“Good girl, you’re ready to take your punishment. Spread your thighs.”

She opened her legs, and cool air rushed in.

“God.” Sloane growled low. “So damned hot. I love your ass in this thong.” He settled his hand over her butt, his thumb tracing the material nestled between her cheeks and lower until he brushed the wet silk clinging to her. “Oh yeah.” Tucking beneath the strip of fabric, Sloane traced her cleft, creating delicious friction. “You want me to spank you.”

It was a game, a sex game. Kat could do this. Lying there, the soft pillow contrasting his hard legs while his hands roamed and explored, she gave herself up to his touch. She pressed against his hand between her thighs.

His hand left her. Gone.

Then it landed on her butt cheek, creating a sting that radiated across her bottom. Startled, she dug her fingers into the pillow. Damn, maybe…

“That’s one. From now on you will count them off.” He slapped the other side. “How many?”

She sucked in a breath. “Two.”

A light tap lower on her bottom. First a sting, then a tingling heat that kept her on edge. She held her breath, waiting for the next one.

Instead he ran his knuckles along the crease of her thighs and butt, back and forth, creating scorching shivers that made her gasp. She was getting wetter, hotter, could he see that? What did he think? Uncertainty crept in, tensing her muscles.

His fingers tucked into her crease, catching the strip of her thong. Sharp movement tugged the material against her sensitive folds. “I didn’t hear you count that off.”

That shock of pressure made her gasp. “Three.”

His hand came down on her butt, harder.

“Four.”

“No thinking, no tensing. You are at my mercy and will take your punishment. Is that clear?”

With her hand pressed to his lower back, Kat had a direct line to escape. “Yes.”

“You deserve this spanking. Say it. Now.”

Her nipples poked into the pillow at the demand. “I deserve to be spanked.” Saying something bad like that, something that should be wrong, filled her with a freeing sensation.

“You deserve everything I give you.” Sloane’s voice was harsh, and he punctuated his words with taps. Hard, soft, on her upper thigh, then a butt cheek, moving, changing. Again and again. Making her call off the number.

“Eight!” Every thought she had fled as stinging heat took over. Kat could only focus on that and her hand holding on to him. Anchoring her.

“Good girl.” Sloane caressed her bottom. “I love your ass.”

Two more spanks drove her to the edge. Every touch of his hand shot a need straight between her legs. Her ass burned, her clit throbbed, and she squirmed, trying to rub her nipples on the pillow. Her skin grew so sensitive even the air tormented her.

He stopped. Left her like that, needy and dependent on him. Her body strained, fighting toward release. “Please, Sloane, please.” She heard the words, heard herself beg. Her eyes stung with desperation. It was too much.

Sloane grasped her thong and dragged it off. “Don’t move.” He skimmed his hand up her inner thigh and higher. Hot chills pebbled her skin. His fingers caressed her, sliding along her seam, parting her, feathering her clit. “So wet and swollen.” His voice went so gravelly, it sounded like it hurt. “Now for your question.”

Kat squirmed, trying to press against the touch of his fingers. Needing more.

He gently slapped her thigh. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

A sound spilled from her throat, so desperate she should be humiliated. But that sting from his slap tortured her. So close but not enough. She wanted to be good and bad at the same time. “Please, Sloane.”

“Begging won’t get you want you need. Ready for the question, Kat? You get one chance to answer it correctly. If you don’t, you’re going to spread your thighs wider. And you know what will happen.”

Oh God. “What’s the question?” Tears burned her eyes. Frantic tension boiled tighter and tighter within her.

“Are you my depraved baker girl who needs her pussy spanked?”

Blood roared in her ears and need clamped her core. Her clit throbbed and begged for more. Against her hip, Sloane’s huge cock throbbed beneath the cotton of his pants. There was only one answer. Because Kat wanted everything he had to give her. “Yes.”

He caressed the fiery, tender places on her bottom and legs. “Fucking perfect wrong answer. Spread open, wide as you can.” With a light touch, he eased her thighs farther apart.

Cool air washed over her too-heated skin, making her moan.

His fingers slid over her, circling that throbbing bud. Too light. Not enough. But she wasn’t allowed to move, to rub against him. Frustration clawed at her.

He pulled away.

Then spanked her between her thighs.

White-hot sensations electrified her. Kat’s entire body bowed as her orgasm exploded. Totally exposed and vulnerable, she had no defense. No control. She had nothing as she flew apart in warm pleasure shocks. It just kept going, peaking and easing, mixing with the feel of Sloane’s arms wrapped around her, his mouth brushing over her lips, cheeks and eyes. “I’ve got you. I won’t let you go.”

Honing in on his voice, the feel of his heart pounding against her body, she floated and rippled with each spasm. Slowly, awareness seeped in. She was completely safe in his arms. He’d somehow flipped her and cradled her to him.

Her entire body was loose and languid in his arms. As if something inside her had broken free.

Sloane shifted her again, laying her on the bed. He knelt on the floor, placing her good leg over his shoulder, and turned to her bad leg. Gently he kissed along the inside scar, all the way up to that tender spot at her knee.

The utter sweetness released a torrent of emotion, and tears sprang to her eyes, spilling down her face. “Sloane.”

His eyes swung to hers, radiating tenderness that made her heart clench. Positioning her leg, he leaned in between her thighs and licked her, laving soothingly at the place he’d spanked. Groaning, he cupped her hips and closed his mouth over her clit, bringing her to the edge of another orgasm. But Kat reached down, tugging his head.

He looked up, his eyes glazed, his mouth wet.

In this second, there were no barriers between them. “I ache for you. Only you can give me this.”

He stood and shucked his sweats. His cock sprang free, plum colored, thick and long, dancing as he looked down at her. “You were so damned stunning I nearly came watching you. Feeling you.”

Emotion backed up in her throat.

Sloane dragged a pillow across the bed and slipped it under her bad leg. Then he came down over her, his weight safe and comforting.

“I need this.” Lacing his fingers with hers, he pulled her hands over her head. Aligning his cockhead against her entrance, he pushed in.

Instantly it was too much. Too full. Her emotions too raw. More tears pooled in her eyes. “Don’t stop. I’m sorry, I’m not—”

Sloane kissed her tears. “It’s okay to cry, sweetheart. Let it go. You’re just feeling, baby.” Once seated inside of her, he started to pump, easing in and out, filling her, while his eyes glowed fiery sienna desire. “You told me that you wanted to feel. Hold on to me…” he squeezed their joined hands, “…and feel what we’re doing together.”

Her orgasm built with every deliberate stoke. Kat was stripped bare, exposed, couldn’t stop the tears rolling down her face.

She arched up, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Do you feel it too?” If she wasn’t alone, it was okay.

His face shifted into stark need, neck and shoulders bulging, but his fingers wrapped around hers remained gentle. “Too damn much for you. And it’s still not enough.” He bared his teeth, his jaw going rigid as he swelled inside her. “Fuck, Kat.”