“Keep your eyes on your tits and your hand pleasing yourself,” he warned as he watched her tentative attempt at masturbation. She was sexy as fuck but it was evident no Dom had ever bothered to tap into her sensuality, to use it not only for his pleasure but to teach her to accept and embrace her own needs and desires. Maybe that was why she believed lying to him was acceptable.
“Tell me what you see.”
Taylor shot a disbelieving look his way but the stern expression and the dark flash in his eyes was enough warning that he itched to use the belt again. She licked her lips and looked down at her body. Her thighs were trembling from exertion already and her buttocks pinched painfully from keeping her body perched so high.
“Taylor,” he warned as she hesitated, her eyes bright on every rounded curve stretched taut in the position she was in.
“I can’t,” she whimpered but her hands kept performing the tasks he’d set upon them.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Her screams echoed through the quiet night as the belt unerringly connected with her buttocks and stomach. She winced as she noticed how the leather flattened and caused a ripple over her stomach. How could he be enamored with so much flab? Her mind wailed as her hips dipped lower.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Fuck!” she screamed as the belt snapped with acute accuracy against her labia. Her knees clamped together at the pain that scorched through her mind.
Crack! Crack!
“Get back in position,” Zeke growled. The warning combed over her with a clarity she couldn’t ignore. The strikes were going to continue until she was back in form. She lifted her hips high and spread her legs. “Continue with your task.” He waited until she tugged and pinched on her nipples and her fingers stroked over her clit. “Let’s try this again. Tell me what you see.”
Tears were trickling down the side of her face but Zeke was unmoved as he watched her with dark eyes and an expression that filled her with fear. Fear of disappointing him.
Zeke now knew he could trust in her natural submission but that wasn’t enough. He’d never be able to trust in it as long as she wasn’t honest with him.
She heaved in a deep breath. “M-my nipples are hard and every time I pinch or pull on them, it sparks lust to throb in my clit.”
“That’s good but I’m not interested in the sensations you’re experiencing. Tell me what you see.”
A forlorn sob puffed from her lips but she forced the words to sprout from her mouth, tremulous and so soft he had to lean in to hear what she said.
“My breasts are round and although they appear soft, they are firm, perhaps too big but I guess it comes with being …” she hissed as the belt struck the nipple closest to him. It stung like the bejesus but at the same time sent a surge of heat directly to her loins. Lust flared to life in a nanosecond. She knew it was in warning that the word fat hovering on her lips wasn’t to be used in the description. Her voice trembled as she continued, “In this position, my stomach appears to be tight but it’s still round and … and my hips are wide with my thighs … I can’t do this, Zeke! All I see is thunder thighs and cellulite.”
He pinched her chin between his fingers and forced her eyes to his. “Let me tell you what I see when I look at your naked body, Taylor.” His eyes darkened as his gaze moved over her exposed form. The red lashes that adorned her thighs and stomach were a rosy contrast to her naturally tanned skin. “I see valleys and rounded curves that tantalize as much as they entice. Breasts that were made to be caressed with nipples that beg to be sucked on for hours. A rounded stomach and gorgeous hips with firm and muscular thighs that would be able to accommodate the kind of demanding man that I am. To me, you’re the perfect woman, Taylor. I don’t want or need a perfect skinny frame. I want a soft but resilient body that can take a rough fuck as much as demand one. You’re one of the most sensual women I’ve ever met, little one. It’s like a blaring siren that oozes from every pore of your body. No hot-blooded man can resist it.”
He released her face and straightened. The belt slapped in his palm as he raked his eyes over her relaxed body. He had hoped by now she would’ve opened up to him. However much she submitted to his power, he needed her to be honest with him. Without that, he wouldn’t be able to trust in a relationship with her.
“I didn’t tell you to lower your body. Get back in position and remain like that as you look down at your body. Every trembling, quivering inch of skin and tell me again what you see. Let me warn you, Taylor, if it’s not what I want to hear, you know what to expect. Do not expect lenience. You need to embrace who and what you are. Love your body and give it to me with the same reverence I find in it when I look at you.”
It took two more attempts with fifteen lashes in between before she got it right. With thighs straining she finally whimpered the words he’d been after.
“My body is beautiful when you look upon it,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from sobbing and crying. “Your eyes adore every inch when you gaze at me. It tells me that every inch of me is beautiful, sexy, and sensual. It makes me feel … like a goddess.”
“Yes, little dove. You are beauty and sensuality personified in one unique package. Every time I look at you, I’m in awe of your seductive and beautiful body.”
The smooth rumble of his voice tickled at her heartstrings as she stared in wonder into his darkening dove gray eyes.
His fingers trailed sensually from knee to hip. “Now, you may relax, little one.”
She flopped down on the bed but before she could curl into a miserable ball and nurse her painful and sensitized skin, he picked her up and dragged her onto his lap.
“I’m so proud of you, Taylor. You are more woman than you give yourself credit for and as a sub … you’re exactly what I’ve been searching for.”
His warm breath teased the skin at her temple as his voice continued to praise and soothe her, and soon her eyes fluttered closed as his dulcet tones lulled her to sleep.
Zeke leaned back against the headboard and stared at the sleeping woman in his arms. The feelings that bombarded his brain were foreign to him but he didn’t fight them. She did something to him, awakened desires, and visions of a future he’d only dreamed of over the past year, ever since his cousins had succumbed to love and their happy ever after.
Since the fucked-up experience on his eighteenth birthday, he’d become aloof, insofar as emotions and allowing himself to become emotionally involved with anyone. He secreted love and respect only for his family. No one else had been able to crack the iron wall he’d built around his heart and soul.
Why Taylor Banks managed to do so without any attempt to entice him, didn’t make sense. He might not fight the feelings stirring inside him but that didn’t mean he was ready to tumble headfirst into a relationship with her.
Not for as long as she was hiding something. He’d given her more than enough opportunity to open up to him during dinner and the punishment but she’d kept up the façade. It had been disappointing that she refused the final gesture he’d dangled in front of her when he’d mentioned The Seven Keys Island and Castle Sin. If only she’d admitted to him then that she knew about it and was Peyton’s friend, he’d have given her the benefit of the doubt. Now, she’d only pounded in deeper the feeling of mistrust and disappointment.