Sloane
“So what do you think?”
I’m standing in the middle of a master bedroom larger than my entire apartment, staring through floor-to-ceiling windows at rolling sand dunes and the restless sea beyond. It’s dark outside, but a bright moon floods the beach with ghostly light and reflects off the water. Waves crash onto the shore with repeated, muffled booms.
I say quietly, “I think it’s the most beautiful home I’ve ever seen.”
Declan comes up silently from behind and wraps his strong arms around me. He kisses the side of my neck, tickling my skin with his beard. In a husky voice, he says, “I’m glad you like it.”
My laugh is faint. “I mean, it’s a little on the small side. And who could sleep with all the racket from the ocean? That’s so not relaxing.”
He chuckles. “Everything you need is already here. Clothes. Toiletries. Rabbit food. Anything else you want, just tell me.”
I close my eyes and draw a steadying breath. Every minute I spend with this man challenges my equilibrium. “Thank you. I’m…overwhelmed.”
He pulls my head back and takes my mouth, kissing me hungrily, his arm like a vise. When I tremble, he kisses me harder. I lean into him with a sigh, and he wraps a hand around my throat.
“I’m gonna give you everything, baby. Everything in the whole world.”
His voice is hot and rough. He spins me around and grabs my ass, pulling me against his chest. Then he kisses me again, this time with more intention. As he walks me backward toward the bed, his erection digs into my hip.
I break the kiss, laughing. “We just had sex two hours ago.”
“I’m gonna tie you up and make you come on my face. Are you complaining?”
“Your face? You know I said I had a tampon in.”
“It won’t be in the way of my tongue.”
Thrilled by the need in his voice, I say, “That’s very dirty, sir. And very hot.”
“I love the way you taste. A little cotton plug won’t stop me from putting my mouth on you.”
We stop at the edge of the bed. He pulls off the jacket I’m wearing and tosses it aside. My shirt follows. He strips me out of the rest of my clothes and pushes me to a sitting position on the lovely white silk duvet.
Unlike his bachelor pad, this home is done entirely in shades of white and champagne, with touches of aqua and blush in the artwork and accessories. All the fixtures and finishes are in subtle, burnished gold. It’s a very beachy house, and a feminine one.
Maybe Martha Stewart needed a quick extra dozen million or two.
Declan takes my chin firmly in his hand. Staring up at him with a hammering heartbeat, I lick my lips, my nipples tightening. Heat pulses between my legs.
He doesn’t speak as he unbuckles his belt with his free hand, sliding it through the belt loops until he’s standing there with it dangling by his side.
“Say it again.”
His voice has changed. I recognize it, this dominant tone. I know what he wants.
“Sir.”
“Ask me to spank you.”
“Please spank me, sir.”
“Are you sore from earlier from my hand?”
“Yes, sir. It doesn’t matter. I want more.”
“And you’re going to get more, baby. You’ll get as much as you can take.”
His eyes are so needy and dark, so frighteningly beautiful. My pulse goes from skipping to pounding painfully. He leans down and kisses me ferociously, his fingers twisted in my hair.
Then he pushes me flat to my back with his big hand splayed over my chest, kneels on the floor between my legs, and spreads me open with his thumbs.
His leather belt rests over my naked hip and belly, the loveliest of warnings.
He puts his mouth on my clit and gently sucks. His mouth is hot, wet, and wonderful.
When I moan, he pulls away and slaps my inner thigh. Pleasure ripples through my pussy. My clit throbs.
Eyes closed, I whisper, “Please, sir. Please.”
“You want more of that?”
“More of everything. More of you.”
“I’ll need you to be good, baby. I’ll need you to be quiet.”
“I will. I promise.”
He slaps my thigh again, making me jerk. I say breathlessly, “I mean, I promise, sir.”
He smooths his hand over the sting on my skin. His breathing has changed. It’s as ragged as mine is.
“I don’t think you will, angel. I think you need a little help.”
I hear the slither of fabric, and soon enough, Declan’s hands are at my face.
He winds his tie around my jaw and knots it, gagging me.
I whimper, writhing against the bed. He leans next to my ear.
“Hush. You’re mine. I’ll take care of you. Ready?”
I whimper again, and he kisses my cheek. “Remember, you’re being worshipped. All of it is in service to you, because I know what you need.”
He straightens, rolls me onto my belly, and whips my bare ass with his belt.
It’s a single blow, and shocking. The snap of pain is white-hot. My eyes fly open and my back arches. I holler a muffled curse at him through his tie.
He pushes me down with a hand in the middle of my back. “If you want me to stop, nod.”
I stay frozen, my heart pounding. Heat blooms in a pulsing stripe over my skin where the belt struck. My mind is utter chaos. An explosion at a fireworks factory. I can’t think straight or catch my breath.
All I know is that I don’t want him to stop. I want him to do it again. And again.
And again.
Trembling all over, I shake my head.
Declan exhales. “I’ll do a few more, then stop and check in with you. Don’t come. Ready?”
I curl my hands into the duvet and nod.
The blows come fast and hard. The sound it makes in the quiet room is as shocking as the sensation. When it’s over, my ass is on fire, I’m hyperventilating and shaking like mad, and also very close to orgasm.
Declan rolls me to my back and shoves his face between my legs, sucking my clit like it’s oxygen.
My mind blinks offline.
I dig my hands into his hair and buck my hips, grinding against his mouth, not caring if I’ll suffocate him, not caring about anything but chasing the burn and relieving the agonizing ache.
I need to come so bad, I’m almost sobbing.
He pulls away, panting. “Such a bad girl,” he says, sounding thrilled by my reaction. “You deserve another spanking.”
Opening my eyes, I stare up at him. I put my hand between my legs and stroke my shaking fingers over my wet, swollen clit.
He slaps my hand away rolls me onto my belly again, then gives me another five hard blows with the belt.
It’s almost unbearable, both in how much it hurts and how much it makes my entire pussy pulse and tingle. It’s glorious and dirty, and I know I’ll be so bruised, I might not be able to sit for days, but holy fuck, how I love it.
I can’t help myself. I start to desperately grind against the bed.
“No, baby,” says Declan, chuckling darkly. “So sweet. So needy. But not yet.”
He smooths a hand over my burning ass, stroking the curves of it and crooning. Then he flips me onto my back again and straddles me, gathering my wrists in his hands.