“I think I’m going to have to see just how much punishment she can take for doing sinful things in the house of God.”
“That’s blasphemous and not caused by my hand,” I moaned as he squeezed my flesh.
“Excuse me?” His hand came down on me harder this time and I cried out in confusion as to why this excited me so.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Oh, you are definitely going to be sorry,” he rumbled in my ear as his fingers grazed my wet panties. “Such a sexy whore deserves her punishment.”
He slapped my inner thigh and the sting ran down my leg forcing me to shift slightly. “You move when I tell you to move.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to give you a word to use, Angel. One word that can stop me from doing anything you don’t want me to do. The point of this is that you trust me. Understand?”
His tone was stern yet gentle and I loved the sound of it. “Yes, Sir.”
“Repeat after me, Rebel.”
“R-rebel,” I whispered, knowing exactly where he’d gotten that word.
He chuckled as he noticed the slight annoyance in my voice. He ran his hand down my back and I shivered. “Good girl. Rebel is your safe word for today. Use it and I will stop everything. I will uncuff you, I will step away from you until you are ready for me again.”
“I don’t want that,” I stated rapidly.
“Sometimes a scene can get intense, Angel. I don’t want you to feel like you don’t have an out. But I want to trust that I won’t hurt you.”
“Trust is built, according to a smart man I spoke with recently.”
He chuckled. “Oh yes. That is true.”
His fingers shifted and ran gently beneath the seam of my thong, fluttering along my softly trimmed pubic hair. A purr emanated from deep down inside, but it was cut short when he unexpectedly ripped the fabric from me. I tensed, and his hand came up in three consecutive smacks on my pussy. My legs tried to shut to no avail, I was held prisoner by the cuffs on my ankles. I had an escape, but I was wrought with confusion. If I said the word, he’d stop, and I didn’t want him to stop. Not yet. Just a little longer.
His fingers stroked me gently and then the pleasure was followed by loud hard smacks across my swollen lips. My cry echoed in the empty space as his fingers dipped inside of me. My hips move on him just like the night before, but this time he came down rapidly along the flesh of my ass.
“Hold still.”
His command made me stop instantly and I moaned not really knowing what these sensations were. How could I be enjoying this? A spanking, that if given to me by any other man, I’d scream and fight in anger. Yet here I was, legs spread, screaming in ecstasy as my pussy throbbed with need.
“Such a whore getting me all dirty. Clean them off.” He spread my juices along the seam of my mouth and I parted my lips, sucking my essence off his fingers. It was so dirty, so wrong, yet so right.
“Good girl.” He lifted the paddle off the table and ran it across my butt cheeks. I tensed, and he must have noticed as his hand slid down my spine. He undid the zipper of my dress, slowly exposing my bare skin, and making sure I felt his hand on my bare flesh.
“I want you to count. We’ll do five to start.”
The wide paddle came down on my flesh and I shrieked, more from the expectant pain that never came. A sharp sting and heat engulfed my flesh instead as he ran the paddle against my other cheek and swatted me.
“Count.”
“One,” I moaned, and he came down on me again.
“Two!”
Each time his hand would sweep across my pussy, bringing me to the edge before the red leather would come down on me again.
“Five!”
“Mine,” he growled, and I heard the paddle drop to the floor right before he entered me from behind. I cried out in shock, unable to move. His cock stretched me out so well, and my slick pussy encouraged him to fuck me. I just lay there, moaning like a wanton slut.
“Is this what you wanted? What you came here for?”
“Yes!” I screamed as his cock slid out and penetrated me over and over. My breath caught as his fingers slid alongside his cock. The pressure of the intrusion was too much for me and I started to whimper and try to move my hips away.
“Stop! Take me!”
“Yes, Sir,” I moaned and pushed back slightly opening myself up for his penetration. He moved gently, his fingers finding that spot near the front that forced a purr out of me.
“What are you doing to me?”
“I’m owning you.”
I cried out as the orgasm slammed through me, and he grunted as his cock pulsed long streams of his cum inside of me. His hands roamed down my sides as he pumped his hips into me, the scent of sex filling the air.
“Good girl.” He gently soothed my back as he pulled out. He didn’t stop touching me as he unhinged the wooden bar and let me up. My legs wobbled, and he held me up, helping me to stand. His lips were on mine in seconds, pulling another moan from me as he pressed me up against the wall. His mouth slid against mine in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing and tasting one another.
“I can still taste that sweet pussy on your tongue.”
“God, Micah,” I moan as he dragged me in for another kiss. His words only produced arousal, there was nothing else to say. This is what I wanted, and I fell into it with ease because it was with him. I’d do anything for him. Anything.
7
Micah
I came across Landon as I ordered a drink at the bar. I’d left Sarai resting in bed, knowing I couldn’t leave her for long.
“So, I see you’ve enjoyed my gift. The Widow was enticing after all.”
“The Widow?” I arched a brow and stared at him.
“Yes, that’s what they’ve been calling her around town. I think if they don’t give her a name it makes it easier for them to talk about her. Did she finally tell you why she came searching for you?”
“She came searching for me?”
He shook his head, taking a swig of his beer. “Fuck! That girl is a firecracker. Nearly killed me when I denied knowing you and she still hasn’t opened her mouth yet.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Landon?”
“Look man, she’s been through a lot of shit in these last years. Her story ain’t mine to tell, but I suggest you start asking questions.”
“If you didn’t trust her why’d you bring her to me?”
“It’s not that I don’t trust her.” He looked at me then. “She’s a good girl, she’s just been through a lot. She’s not the type of woman you can just play with and discard and I’d hate to see her get hurt again. Make sure you want something serious with Sarai before you start making promises you can’t keep.”
I nodded at Trent who handed me my drink. “What exactly did she go through?”
Landon leaned back against the bar and looked over at me. “Her husband just died. Meanest motherfucker you’ll ever come across. I’m gonna be honest, I hadn’t seen that girl in years, and suddenly she appears around town and standing in my bar asking about you.”