Let Me In by Carolyn Faulkner Page B

him. He fucked her hard, reaching down to grasp her wrists and hold them up, using them to keep her from being able to arch away from the way he was plunging into her with tremendous, bone jarring efforts.
    She couldn't have protested even if she'd wanted to. She had no voice, and no hope of wrestling herself away from him. He had truly subdued her, taking her body for his own pleasure and paying absolutely no attention to hers, or he wouldn't have been fucking her like this, when every thrust of his hips against her behind renewed the abominable throbbing sting in her behind. And the mere idea that he was treating her like this had her dripping juices around him. But she tried to cling to the idea that she didn't like the reality of it at all.
    Mace leaned a little further over her, moving his hands to her elbows to force her back against him that much further as he shoved himself up into her with powerful thrust after thrust, making her feel more submissive to him than she'd ever felt in their relationship, which to her horror, made her even hornier than she already was.
    It was just her luck that, as she was finally allowing herself to realize just how much she wanted him, how the God awful sting in her rear and his borderline painful thrusts had her clit throbbing at least as badly as it did when she was in his mouth, he jammed himself up inside her three more times, shooting his load within her with an animalistic bellow accompanying each spasm. Miranda didn't want to think about the fact that him treating her like this got her so unbelievably hot. She just wanted to deal with the result. She wanted relief.
    He swatted her, hard, once as he pulled out, making her arch and try, unsuccessfully, to cry out as if he'd used the belt on her again, which is exactly what it felt like to her over-sensitized flesh. Then he reached down to lift her into his arms, carrying her through a well camouflaged door that looked like just another set of bookcases into his bedroom, where he laid her down on her side and left her only long enough to get undressed and relieve himself. When he got back, he pulled the two of them under the covers, looping an arm around her waist and pulling her back against him, spooning her.
    She was so small against him that she nearly disappeared into him, but she adored that about him, and she'd told him that in a weak, probably drunken moment. Because that was when he'd pulled all sorts of shit out of her that she would never have told him sober – and he'd remembered that. Now after nearly any punishment, she found herself here, literally surrounded by him, held fast in arms that would require she provide him with a very good reason why she wanted to leave them or she wouldn't be allowed to.
    She tried to tell him what she wanted, but Miranda didn't have any semblance of a voice left with which to speak to him. Instead, she tapped his shoulder insistently and turned as much as she was able to within his hold, mouthing and whispering as best she could, "I have to pee!"
    By the time she finally conveyed what she wanted to him, she was damned near to bursting. He let her up and turned to watch her walk away from him, but although she rose to her feet quite steadily, her legs had born a lot during her punishment and his subsequent ruthless possession of her. And they didn't much want to cooperate with bearing her weight right now, so she very nearly landed in a heap on the thick pile carpet.
    Luckily, Mace had a very protective streak that meant his eyes were nearly always on her when they were in the same room, and he also had very quick reflexes, catching her easily before she hit the ground and scooping her up to carry her to the bathroom, going so far as to set her gently down on the commode and then stand back a ways from her while she did whatever it was that she needed to do.
    Despite the pain that sitting on the toilet was causing her well-roasted butt, and desperate to pee – but not in front of him!