“You settle down and take your spanking like a good girl, and maybe I’ll only spank you as hard as I did when you were bent over the motorbike.”
“It will still hurt more, and we both know it,” she said through gritted teeth.
He smiled. It seemed he’d been right about Damian and Zara’s relationship. Good. He didn’t have to worry about scaring her, and she knew what to expect. That was the last time he would think of Damian when he had Zara naked… and he planned to have Zara naked a lot.
“That’s true. Maybe you should have thought of that before throwing that little tantrum. The men who came before me might have put up with that shit, but I won’t. I’m going to put enough sting in your tail, you decide to behave.”
Chapter 5
Zara wasn’t fooled for even a minute. Noah may have sounded in control, but both annoyance and lust rolled off him in waves, threatening to engulf her in their power. She knew the spanking he’d inflicted earlier was nothing. Her sweatpants had provided her with a good bit of protection.
Her two biggest fears were, one—he would recognize he was not the only one in a state of exaggerated arousal, and two—he wouldn’t. Zara also had some concern he might, as Damian had on more than one occasion, take his belt or a strap to her backside. God, she hated leather. It not only left welts that served as a vivid reminder for days after being spanked, it also made it damn uncomfortable to sit or have sex. The worst part was any time she’d ever been spanked, it had left her wet and wanting. The spanking from Noah earlier had done both.
Without another word, Noah raised his hand and began to spank her, the first blow catching her a bit unaware, unprepared for the level of pain his hand hitting the same spots he’d targeted earlier would cause.
Zara had planned to endure whatever punishment he inflicted stoically and without pleading. The second strike put an end to that plan. She cried out, which seemed only to inflame and encourage him. He increased both the tempo and the strength of the swats being delivered. Had he not had her legs pinned between his own and the hand not spanking her to keep her in position, she might have found some way to get free.
Noah rained blow after blow, covering her backside with painful strikes. From previous spankings, Zara knew when he was done, her poor backside would be red, swollen, and painful. She thrashed and struggled, but nothing seemed to faze him. Noah continued to spank her hard and thoroughly. When she thought she couldn’t take any more or feel any more pain, he moved to catch her sit spots, then down to the tops of her thighs, causing her to cry out.
“You may as well give in and cry, Zara. This time, I mean to get through to you.”
“You can’t spank me,” she wailed.
“I can, I am, and I will,” he said, punctuating each word with a hard swat to what was now a very painful bottom.
The man had hands of steel. He would never need a paddle or a hairbrush to ensure she felt the evidence of his displeasure for a day or two. The very idea the thought of being with him even occurred to her, much less didn’t disgust or terrify her, was unsettling in the extreme. How she could be even considering any kind of future with Noah Taylor while he delivered a thorough and harsh spanking was distressing.
Zara would never be able to tell if it was the spanking or her own thoughts that finally broke through her wall of silent endurance. She could feel Noah’s determination to break her to his will but was determined to emerge on the other side of this spanking with her pride and dignity intact while he seemed intent on ensuring he was the victor in this contest of wills.
“Have it your way, Zara,” he said as he increased the strength behind the swats he was cascading all over her backside.
“Noah, please!” she cried as at last, the tears began to fall.
“You will behave,” he said as he continued to hold her close as he laid into her.
“Yes!”
She wasn’t sure how long it took for her mind to register, he had ceased spanking her and was gently rubbing her backside, but she was grateful as she tried to catch her breath. She sighed. Noah ran his hand between her legs, which seemed to open for his touch of their own accord, and she moaned in pleasure. It had been far too long since any man had stroked her there.
“Good girl,” he soothed as he traced the wet outer lips of her pussy with his finger before tickling the entrance to her core and slipping inside.
Zara shook her head—partially to say no, but also to try to clear away the sensual spell he was weaving around her. She squirmed on his lap and became acutely aware of being pressed against his cock as it throbbed beneath her.
“Enough, Zara. Behave yourself,” he said with an edge of command.
When she continued to wriggle and try to avoid his touch, he removed his finger, and she breathed a sigh of relief, only to yelp when he swatted her bruised backside twice more.
“I said enough.”
He waited until she relaxed over his lap, then began to fondle her again. This time, he bypassed her pussy and found her clit. She knew he would correctly interpret her sharp intake of breath as acquiescence to his touch. He tugged and played with her swollen nub until the stirrings of her first climax began. Her body tingled throughout, and she breathed in shallow pants. Zara was sure he was well aware of the telltale signs of her impending orgasm.
“Good girl. Come for me,” he encouraged her.
“No,” she said, biting her lip to try to stave off coming at his command while draped over his lap.
“You obey me, Zara. Come. We both know you’re going to come when I tell you and as often as I tell you. You keep fighting, and I’ll go back to spanking. Is that what you want?”
“No,” she cried in distress.
“Then yield to me and come.”
He intensified playing with her clit, which became even more engorged as her wet response pooled at the entrance to her core. Zara couldn’t believe she was losing control this way. Her body was responding of its own accord. She cried out as he caressed her intimately and succumbed to the need to come as he had ordered. Instead of letting her be or allowing her to rise, he moved his hand back to her slit before inserting two fingers where he had once had a single digit. He scissored them, then stroked the floor of her being with strong and sure movements.
Zara could feel herself capitulating. Not only could she not regulate her own responses, but she no longer had the will to do so.
“Come again for me, sweetheart. I’ve never much been into orgasm denial. I find forced orgasms so much more enjoyable, satisfying, and effective.”
Zara closed her eyes and let it happen. She came quietly but urgently, rubbing her swollen nub against the rough texture of his denim-clad leg. Her pussy trembled and pulsed, telling them both she wanted and needed more. Her sheath clamped down on his fingers, even though what she really wanted was to feel the strong stroking of his large, hard cock before he spilled himself inside her. He trailed his wet fingers up from her sheath until he reached the dark rosette that resided in the cleft of her ass. Gently, he slipped his finger past the ring of tight muscle. She was surprised when it yielded and didn’t offer more resistance to his intrusion, surrendering easily… perhaps even greedily.
“No, please, Noah.”