Hunted by Ella Ardent

made me look like a leopard,” she whispered, eying the dots he’d painted all over her skin.
    “A wild cat,” he said with satisfaction and ran a hand over her. “Prey to be hunted and captured.”
    “It’ll come off,” she protested, her gaze roving over the reflection.
    “No, it’s an organic stain.” She looked at him in surprise and alarm. “It’s harmless, but doesn’t wash off. It’ll come off when your skin cells shed, like a tan.”
    “But I’ll be marked like this for weeks!”
    “Yes.” Damon couldn’t hide his delight at the prospect. There was more to it than he’d told her, but the surprise could wait.
    Shara spun to face him, her eyes flashing. “You had no right…”
    He tugged the leash fastened to the nipple clamps and she fell silent, her gaze mutinous. “I had every right. You chose me to hunt you and do whatever I wanted to you. I wanted this.” He surveyed her and smiled. “And now, I want you to suck me off with that beautiful mouth.”
    “What about what I want?”
    “You have to earn it.”
    Her eyes flashed with defiance, but Damon was ready. He caught her up and cast her over the massage table, hooking the nipple leash to the far side. She cried out and he gagged her with the washcloth once more, watching her squirm with pleasure.
    “Naughty Shara,” he said, keeping his voice low as she flailed. “It seems you’ll have to be punished after all.”
    He shed his pants in one fluid movement, and lubricated himself quickly. He caught her pelvis in his hands and lifted her butt. She parted her legs immediately, arching her back and inviting him inside.
    But he wasn’t going where she wanted him to be.
    He put the lubricant on her anus, and she cried out in frustration, guessing he would deny her. He eased into her anus, taking it in easy increments, feeling her shock. He grabbed her ankles and held her still, guessing she’d never done this before. “I’m going to leave you itching for release,” he growled. “I’m going to use you for my own pleasure, keep you awake all night, but leave you unsatisfied. That’s what happens to those who are bad.”
    She moaned in protest even as he buried himself inside her. He flexed his hands, gripping her ankles more tightly, and moved slowly. She was exquisitely tight.
    “You’re mine,” he told her. “And tonight is your first lesson in what that means.” She lifted her hips slightly, inviting him to take more, and Damon smiled.
    Shara was exactly the right choice for him. She was learning very well indeed.
    But then, he’d guessed as much in the produce section.
    * * *
    Damon was wicked.
    He was talented.
    He was going to drive her insane.
    In fact, he was determined to drive her insane and was way too good at it. Shara’s first night at The Phoenix resort seemed like the longest night of her life. She was teased and tormented endlessly. She was kept captive and bound. He used her repeatedly for his own pleasure, but even when she capitulated and sucked him off as he wanted, he refused to give her release.
    The strange thing was how much Shara loved it.
    He opened the drapes eventually and she saw that the sun was coming up. He spread more of that cream on her puss, clearly delighting in ensuring that she had the wettest snatch on the planet, then shook out her dress.
    “You’ll miss your flight,” he said as he removed her gag. He removed the nipple clamps and the rest of her bonds, helping her to her feet and into her dress as if he were a chauffeur handing him out of a limo, then ushered her to the door.
    “I’ll wash it all off,” she said, halfway wanting to provoke him.
    He smiled. “None of it washes off.” He surveyed her again, amusement in his eyes. “Maybe you’ll be the one hunting for me.” Their gazes held for an intense moment, as Shara considered the appeal of that, then he pointed out the window. “We’re right opposite your room. If you turn right, you can walk all the way around the