firelight, while his face was shadowed, unreadable. Cass clenched her own tight muscles around the thick hardness filling her.
With a roar, he took over then. Fucking her fast and deep, so all she could do was to take him in. He possessed her, conquered her. Took them both to the edge over and over, then backed off, leaving her crying out for release. She threw back her head and raked her nails across his back, uttering wild little cries as she bucked up against him.
He started in again, building the rhythm of his thrusts. Her heart pounded in her chest like the driving beat of music swelling to a crescendo. She felt his body quivering, knew he was close to coming, sheer will holding him back. Cass tightened her pussy around him and exploded. Wave after wave flooded through her, rocking her body to the core. He came then, as though all he’d been waiting for was her release. She felt his cock pulsing inside her as her own powerful contractions milked every drop from it.
With a final shudder, his body slumped over hers, limp and sated. Cass rocketed back into reality. Her captor, the man who kidnapped her and held her against her will, just fucked her—and she’d participated. Not just participated. She’d practically begged him to do it. Suddenly disgusted with herself, she tried to shove him off, but his arms tightened around her.
That’s when she lost it. Screaming, kicking, writhing around under him. Fists beating against his back. She dissolved into tears, heart-wrenching sobs torn from deep in her gut.
Zander pulled back. “What’s wrong?”
“Get off me! Let me go!”
He rolled over on his side, trapping her body against his with those powerful arms. “Sssh. It’s okay. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She struggled frantically. “You did! You did! You hurt me sooo bad,” she wailed.
He nestled her body against his massive chest. “The spanking?”
“No… it was… what you did after.” She collapsed again, crying so hard she could barely speak.
His voice grew low, almost soothing. “Tell me. What did I do—after—to hurt you?”
“You didn’t just spank me. You… you beat me. I begged you to stop. I screamed, I pleaded with you. But you went crazy. Hitting me. With your fists. Everywhere…”
Chapter Four
Her voice trailed off. She froze, her body rigid.
Zander realized the emotions brought on by the spanking, then the intense orgasm, had transported her somewhere else. For those few moments, she hadn’t been with him. She’d been lost in the past, in whatever traumatic event she hinted at during the conversation that ended so abruptly in the car.
He chose his next words carefully. “I’m sorry the bastard hurt you so badly, Cass. But that wasn’t me. There’s a difference between a spanking and a beating. What I delivered was a spanking and I’m not sorry I spanked you. You broke the rules and you got punished. Your punishment is over now. And if you follow the rules, you won’t be punished again.”
She lay there in his arms, stiff and unmoving.
“I’m not going to say I’m sorry for what happened between us afterwards either,” he went on. “Because I’m not. But I promise you—it won’t happen again.”
He rolled off the bed. Grabbing his jeans and boxers from the floor, he slipped them on. “You can stay there. If you behave, I won’t make you sleep tied up. I’ll be out on the couch, between you and the door. And I’ll tell you flat out, I’m a very light sleeper. You think that spanking was harsh? Unless you want your ass really blistered, you’d better not try anything else.”
He forced himself to walk out of the room, even though every fiber in his body cried out for him not to leave. Cass Newcombe was dangerous. He’d let himself go with her. He was the one who deserved to have his ass whipped. He’d broken his own rule number one—keep it strictly business. He’d never gotten involved with anyone like that before, knowing it would be
With a roar, he took over then. Fucking her fast and deep, so all she could do was to take him in. He possessed her, conquered her. Took them both to the edge over and over, then backed off, leaving her crying out for release. She threw back her head and raked her nails across his back, uttering wild little cries as she bucked up against him.
He started in again, building the rhythm of his thrusts. Her heart pounded in her chest like the driving beat of music swelling to a crescendo. She felt his body quivering, knew he was close to coming, sheer will holding him back. Cass tightened her pussy around him and exploded. Wave after wave flooded through her, rocking her body to the core. He came then, as though all he’d been waiting for was her release. She felt his cock pulsing inside her as her own powerful contractions milked every drop from it.
With a final shudder, his body slumped over hers, limp and sated. Cass rocketed back into reality. Her captor, the man who kidnapped her and held her against her will, just fucked her—and she’d participated. Not just participated. She’d practically begged him to do it. Suddenly disgusted with herself, she tried to shove him off, but his arms tightened around her.
That’s when she lost it. Screaming, kicking, writhing around under him. Fists beating against his back. She dissolved into tears, heart-wrenching sobs torn from deep in her gut.
Zander pulled back. “What’s wrong?”
“Get off me! Let me go!”
He rolled over on his side, trapping her body against his with those powerful arms. “Sssh. It’s okay. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She struggled frantically. “You did! You did! You hurt me sooo bad,” she wailed.
He nestled her body against his massive chest. “The spanking?”
“No… it was… what you did after.” She collapsed again, crying so hard she could barely speak.
His voice grew low, almost soothing. “Tell me. What did I do—after—to hurt you?”
“You didn’t just spank me. You… you beat me. I begged you to stop. I screamed, I pleaded with you. But you went crazy. Hitting me. With your fists. Everywhere…”
Chapter Four
Her voice trailed off. She froze, her body rigid.
Zander realized the emotions brought on by the spanking, then the intense orgasm, had transported her somewhere else. For those few moments, she hadn’t been with him. She’d been lost in the past, in whatever traumatic event she hinted at during the conversation that ended so abruptly in the car.
He chose his next words carefully. “I’m sorry the bastard hurt you so badly, Cass. But that wasn’t me. There’s a difference between a spanking and a beating. What I delivered was a spanking and I’m not sorry I spanked you. You broke the rules and you got punished. Your punishment is over now. And if you follow the rules, you won’t be punished again.”
She lay there in his arms, stiff and unmoving.
“I’m not going to say I’m sorry for what happened between us afterwards either,” he went on. “Because I’m not. But I promise you—it won’t happen again.”
He rolled off the bed. Grabbing his jeans and boxers from the floor, he slipped them on. “You can stay there. If you behave, I won’t make you sleep tied up. I’ll be out on the couch, between you and the door. And I’ll tell you flat out, I’m a very light sleeper. You think that spanking was harsh? Unless you want your ass really blistered, you’d better not try anything else.”
He forced himself to walk out of the room, even though every fiber in his body cried out for him not to leave. Cass Newcombe was dangerous. He’d let himself go with her. He was the one who deserved to have his ass whipped. He’d broken his own rule number one—keep it strictly business. He’d never gotten involved with anyone like that before, knowing it would be
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