Her nipples were hard and begging for his attention, and he didn’t disappoint. Leaning down, he sucked one of them into his mouth while he brought his hand up to play with the other. Without thinking, Zara pressed herself against him and moaned. When he released her nipple from his teeth, she found him staring intently at her. He brought his mouth down hard on hers as he kissed her roughly, eliciting another pleasured moan from her lips.
Fisting her hair yet again, he opened the door and headed into the kitchen while she trailed behind him. Seeming unconcerned they were both nude, he lifted and bent her over the counter edge. She tried to get down but received a hard wallop to her backside, followed by one to her pussy, causing her to wail in distress.
“You better learn to stay where I put you,” he snarled.
Zara had no fight left. She remained in place and watched as he grabbed something out of a bowl he’d had sitting on the counter. She saw him pick up a paring knife and use it on whatever he had in his hand. The pungent, spicy scent began to fill the air around them. He returned to her, using his body to hold her keep her legs pried open, ran his hand up the inside of her thighs, and stroked the wet petals of her sex. Mortified, Zara realized she was still incredibly aroused and drenched. He took some of her natural lubrication and slathered it all over the object he held in one hand, then pried her ass cheeks apart and placed the hard root against the dark rosette that guarded her backchannel. She struggled, trying to get away. Noah’s hand came down, connecting harshly with her swollen and painful backside.
“Knock it off, Zara. You’re getting plugged. If you need another spanking for that to happen, I can accommodate you. Do you want to fight or submit?”
“No, please. I don’t want to be spanked anymore,” she cried, tears once more welling in her eyes.
“Then you show me you’re going to behave.” He waited until she sighed with resignation and forced her body to relax and receive whatever he was planning to do. “That’s better,” he said gently before parting her ass cheeks again and pressing the object against the entrance to her dark channel.
Zara stiffened in anticipation, but Noah waited until she forced herself to accept this was going to happen and quit trying to fight or evade him.
“Better,” he said as he inserted it deep into her.
It wasn’t much bigger than his finger, but she didn’t like the feeling. When it began to burn, Zara realized the sonofabitch had gingered her bum—she was being subjected to figging. The feeling wasn’t something she enjoyed, and she started to squirm.
He chuckled. God, she hated it when he made that sound.
“As I said, I know more than one way to humble my woman and make her think twice about biting me or disobeying me again.”
“Take it out,” she demanded.
“No, I think it needs to stay in until you’ve learned to obey, and that when you give into that temper of yours, I’m going to punish you.”
She writhed from the burning sensation from the oils in the ginger root. She knew enough from reading to know it wouldn’t actually harm her, but nothing she’d read had done justice to the level of discomfort from having that little piece of agony placed inside her back entrance.
“Please, Noah. I won’t bite you again. I’ll start behaving. Please?”
“Just a few more minutes.”
“Why?” she wailed. “I’m not doing anything wrong.”
“You’re being punished for biting me and as an object lesson, so you think twice before acting out or trying to run off again.”
Noah caressed her bottom in a reassuring and yet possessive manner. Zara understood he was laying claim to her in no uncertain terms. It flashed through her mind, it might be to her advantage to indulge him until he let his guard down, and she could pursue her story. With all that had happened, she knew it was one worth pursuing. Yet she was experiencing a level of arousal and emotional re-awakening that made her want to remain at his side.
Noah smiled as he watched Zara wiggle her bottom, trying to lessen the sting of the spanking she’d received over his knee or to somehow dislodge the ginger root from doing its work. He wondered if she had any idea how sexy she looked. He wasn’t so foolish to think this was the only time they’d tangle. In fact, he was quite sure taming Zara would be a lifelong process… one he was looking forward to.
He pondered the notion of when he had come to the conclusion Zara was the woman he’d been seeking all his life. He shook his head. He realized, like for Croft, it wasn’t a romantic or sexual encounter that had done it. It was about the time she finally gave in and succumbed to the second spanking. His colleagues were going to have a field day at his expense. He—who had always said he wanted a nice quiet girl who liked to fuck and made his life easy—was going to end up with the most stubborn and spirited one of the whole lot.
At least, he thought he got half of the equation right. Zara’s response to his dominant possession as he fucked her the first time had been incredible and fulfilled any and all fantasies he’d ever indulged. The very thought of mounting her again caused his cock to harden in anticipation.
“Noah, please?”
He leaned over her, “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You going to mind?”
“Yes, sir, please?”
He smiled. He’d never been much for honorariums, but coming from Zara, it soothed his ire at her earlier behavior. He reached between her legs and gently stroked from her soaked pussy up to where he had lodged the ginger, causing her to shiver.
“Behave yourself, Zara. Next time, I’ll most likely use my cock in your bottom hole to remind you of who is dominant. And we both know who that is, don’t we?”
She nodded.
“Tell me,” he whispered, lightly playing with the ginger and causing her to squirm.
“Please?”
“Say it.”
“You are.”
He kissed her shoulder and removed the ginger plug, rinsing it under the water in the kitchen sink before tossing it away and washing his hands. He saw her start to move out of his peripheral vision.
“Did I tell you it was okay for you to get up?”
“No, sir. I just thought—”
“Think again. You stay.”
He turned back to the sitting room and surveyed the chaos Zara had created. She had a tendency to do that—create chaos. She was good at it. He headed back into the sitting area, shaking his head, and cleaned it up before going into the kitchen to wash the dishes. Setting them in the rack over the sink to dry, he wiped down the counters and sink. Noah ran his hand up her flank as he approached her—much like he would if she were a fractious filly, he meant to teach her to yield to him. Gently grasping her hair in his fist, he indicated she could get down off the counter, then led her back to the bed.
“Get tucked in bed. I’m going to check the security feed and lock down the cottage for the night. When I’m done, I’ll join you,” he said, holding up the covers for her.
“I don’t want to sleep with you,” she said spitefully but without any real rancor.
Noah patted her bottom and waited until she complied and got into bed.
“That’s all right, sweetheart. I don’t intend for you to get a lot of sleep.” He leaned down to kiss her.