Zara bent over the motorcycle to unhook it from the generator, so she could remove it from its hiding place. She never heard him enter the building. The first indication he’d found her was when his large, hard hand connected with her ass, sending pain in radiating rings out from the epicenter, making her fold over the seat of the bike.
“Good girl. You assumed the position without my having to tell you,” he growled, sending shivers down her spine.
Before she could protest or do anything effective in getting away, he pinned her down and landed another three stinging blows to her buttocks.
“You sonofabitch! That hurts!”
“If you think your cute little butt hurts now, wait until I get through with you. I’d have thought you liked pain, seeing as how you seem to be in a hurry to get yourself killed.”
Zara struggled, but Noah had her trapped facedown, ass up over the motorcycle seat. She was in no position to escape his discipline, though God knew, she wasn’t going to honor it by calling it that. He was beating her, she had to remember that. They had no relationship, hadn’t discussed any consensual non-consent, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to submit to this caveman, regardless of how aroused she was becoming.
“Since you and I are going to be spending some time together, I think we need to get a few rules straight,” he continued, landing harsh strikes to what was quickly becoming a very painful bottom.
The worst part, aside from how much his spanking hurt, was the fact she could feel what had been the faint beginnings of attraction to the brute awaken and bloom. Her nipples stiffened, and there was no way he’d miss that when he let her up. She could also feel the dew gathering between her legs and feared if he pulled her sweatpants down, he’d see it glistening as further proof of her arousal at his treatment.
Noah’s hand crashed down again on her bottom, causing her to inhale sharply. He said nothing but landed repeated swats that covered her entire backside. The spanking was intensely painful, especially for someone who hadn’t been spanked in several years. She had no doubt he meant to establish dominance, not inflame her lust. Zara was having trouble focusing on the pain and how he had no right to do this. Instead, her libido had gone into overdrive, and her mind was wildly speculating on all the nasty, dirty things she wanted him to do with her.
Zara kicked her legs and tried to squirm away but failed miserably. Noah peppered her backside until she was quite certain it would be as red as a fire engine when he finished. She’d forgotten how much it hurt to be spanked by a man who knew how. Since Damian, she’d tried to get different lovers to spank her erotically, but the results had been disappointing in the extreme and had left her feeling empty. Noah’s hand seemed not only to inflict pain but fan the flames of her desire, which were threatening to burn out of control.
He didn’t seem particularly angry but rather kept her pinned while he punished her backside. She bit her lip in a desperate attempt to keep from pleading with him to stop or worse—pleading with him to assuage the need his treatment of her was creating. Knowing how much she wanted him to fuck her was utterly humiliating.
“Get it through your pretty little head, you’re stuck with me, and like it or not, you will obey me. If I give you an order, you do it. You don’t question me. You don’t bitch at me. You don’t call me names. You just do it,” Noah said, ratcheting up the searing pain his continued discipline was causing her.
“You can’t do this to me,” she cried.
“Apparently, I’m not doing it hard enough. Perhaps I ought to pull these sweatpants down and spank your bare bottom.”
“No, Noah, please don’t. I’m sorry.”
She hated the fact he chuckled.
“That’s better,” he crooned as he rubbed gentle circles over her painful globes. “You settle down and behave yourself. Do you hear me?”
“You bastard.”
“Naughty girl,” he said and began to spank her again.
She yowled as he landed several more swats with considerably more force.
“Do you hear me, Zara?”
“Yes, Noah, please stop.”
He rested his hand on her painful behind. “Had enough?”
“Yes,” she whispered, on the verge of tears.
“Then tell me you understand me and are going to behave.”
“Fine. I will.”
“Say it,” he ordered in no uncertain terms.
“I hate you.”
“I don’t care. Say it, or I’ll let you up off this bike, go sit on one of those hay bales, pull those sweatpants off you, and blister your ass.”
“All right. I understand you, and I’ll behave… but I still hate you,” she said, tears leaking from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.
He helped her up and used his handkerchief to wipe away the evidence of her distress.
“Don’t,” she whispered.
He smiled. “Don’t what, sweetheart? Spank you some more? Kiss you? Carry you back to that bed, strip you naked, and take care of your rampant need to be fucked into oblivion and obedience?”
“Just don’t,” she said, trying to back away. “Please.”
How the hell did he know she desperately wanted him to do just that… fuck her into oblivion?
As expected, Noah drew her forward, so she was flush against him. He wasn’t exaggerating. His engorged cock pressing against his fly told her that he was feeling the effect of his having spanked her as well.
He captured her head in his hand with his thumb on one cheek, and the rest of his fingers splayed out over the other side of her face, spanning the area from her jaw down her neck. Holding her in place, he lowered his mouth to hers and took possession. It took every bit of strength and willpower not to surrender to him. The kiss, neither tentative nor brutal, was subtle and sensual, speaking to her of his own need and strength. To try to break the reverie, she did the only thing she could think to do—she sank her teeth into his lower lip as she stomped on his instep.
Zara would have expected him to react violently, either crushing her body to his and punishing her mouth with his, demanding she yield or inflicting further pain on her bruised backside. He did neither. He chuckled as he brought his hand up to force her jaws apart to make her relinquish her hold.
“Naughty girl. Next time you bite me as anything less than a passionate response, I’ll bite you back, and,” he said, bringing his hand up to cup her breast and rub his thumb across her beaded nipple, “I’ll bite something a lot more tender than your lip.” Noah reached down, slipped his hand down the inside of her sweats, patting her backside, grinning when she winced.
“You be a good girl and stay here while I cover the bike back up.”
Zara watched, anchored to the spot where he’d kissed her. She couldn’t seem to make her body move away from him. He ran his hand across the seat of the motorcycle.
“I may never look at this thing again without picturing you lying across it as I spanked you. Your ass felt good under my hand,” he said silkily. “My guess is it will feel even better when there isn’t a pair of sweatpants covering it up… better still when I have hold of it with you on your back, fucking you silly.” He turned back to her and smiled.
“You swine,” she hissed, bring her hand back to slap the arrogant smile off his face.