Carnal Series 1 - Carnal lesson by Harper Vonna Page A

attempt to concentrate on anything other than what he was subjecting her to, her mind kept shorting out.
    She embraced, loathed, and feared her demanding pussy. Right before she climaxed, it felt as if she was racing up a mountain. Filled with sex-driven strength, she’d speed over steep slopes crazy eager for the furious downward plunge. She was nearly to the top now, beyond anything except the goal, wheezing and gasping, head thrashing, buttocks lifting.
    “ Hell no!” he exclaimed. His lips mashed against hers.
    Gone. His fingers no longer in her, the wonderful pummeling a fast-dying memory.
    Enraged, she tried to bite him, but he was too quick and knowing.
    When he pulled her to her feet only to leave her standing on weakened legs while he turned on the shower, she stared at the closed bathroom door. Why try? He had her. She couldn’t escape. Not wanting to, she looked at herself in the mirror. Numerous bruises covered where he’d beaten her, but she didn’t think he’d broken her flesh. Should she be grateful?
    Grateful? The word built inside her, and she turned her attention to her captor. His fingers had taken her into a dark red world framed by primal desire. Other men had finger-fucked her, but it had never been like this.
    She’d never been helpless.
    “ I’m not a fan of wet rope,” he said conversationally when he returned to her. “It tends to shrink. Of course sometimes that works with what I’m doing.”
    Between trying to comprehend what he’d told her and her still-screaming body, there wasn’t enough left of her to focus as he removed everything except the collar and ropes around her wrists. Reaching into a back pocket, he pulled out a knife and sliced through the G-string’s elastic. When he placed the destroyed garment on the counter, she nearly asked if he intended to do something with it.
    How the hell was she going to win this war?
    Grasping her hair, he marched her into the shower and positioned her so the spray hit her back. Grateful for the warm water, she briefly closed her eyes only to come to her senses. After kicking off his sandals, he joined her in the too-confining space. She jerked on the bonds.
    “ So I haven’t yet beaten the fire out of you. Good to know.” He brushed hair out of her eyes. “Damn but I have a great job.”
    “ Yet?”
    He clamped a hand over her mouth. “What’d I say about not speaking unless you’re given permission? Hopefully you haven’t forgotten.”
    Having no choice, she shook her head.
    “ I’m known for a lot of things,” he said as he reached for a bar of soap, “but catering to a woman isn’t one of them. Of course—“ He lathered a white washcloth and ran it over her breasts. “You no longer qualify as a woman.”
    “ The hell I don’t.”  
    “ Just because you have a cunt that doesn’t mean you qualify for human status. The delusion that you do isn’t going to last much longer.”
    Arguing with him wouldn’t serve a purpose and she refused to set herself up for more demeaning comments. Besides, the longer he ran the cloth over her, the more her wounded flesh stung. Much as she didn’t want him to know, she couldn’t stop herself from trying to break free.
    Grabbing her hair, he hauled her back. “I love resistance. Trust me, I’ll enjoy it more than you will.”
    She indicated the cloth dangling from his fingers. “It hurts.”
    “ Of course it does. This ain’t no spa.”
    After turning her around so the spray struck her abused breasts, he went back to cleaning her. He spent much longer than he needed to running the cloth over her buttocks. Try as she did, she couldn’t stop from moaning and stamping her feet.
    “ Delightful sound. Absolutely delightful.” Planting his hand against the back of her head, he forced her even closer to the shower. Sticking out her tongue, she began lapping. As water blinded her, she took scant comfort in knowing her hair was getting wet. It wasn’t the same as a shampoo, but