Broken by His Hand - Piper Stone Page 0,54

was allowing him to see how much this had gotten to me. While the anguish was bad enough, the reality was that I didn’t want him to see the fact he was breaking me.

Breaking down my walls.

Breaking through my defenses.

Breaking the girl who could not be broken.

By. His. Hand.

I could see myriad emotions in his expression, lust mixed with a moment of true sadism. But there was also something else so completely unexpected. Adoration. There was light and joy in his beautiful eyes, as if he was being released by our togetherness, an electricity that soared into the stratosphere.

He didn’t stop, issuing another two, only this time on the tops of my thighs.

“Fuck. Seven. Eight. Sir.”

After lifting a single eyebrow, he leaned forward, whispering into my ear, “Watch that language, beautiful doctor. That’s unbecoming.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I wanted to scream it to the world, but that wouldn’t do me any good. Only two more. Only two fucking more. I could get through this. I was a strong woman.

Crack! Crack!

I could swear the sound was worse than the pain, until it seemed to explode in very cell and crevice, driving me all the way over the counter until my face was pressed against the mirror. “Nine and ten. Sir.” I could no longer think clearly, my mind a complete blur. I finally closed my eyes, prepared to take whatever punishment, but I could no longer stare at the girl I didn’t know any longer.

“You did very well, even if you are a brat.” He placed the brush beside me and all I could do was stare down at the damn thing. A sigh left his lips before he eased his hand to my face, taking his time to gather the remaining wetness from my eyes. “Crying means you released.”

I wasn’t even certain what to say, but I watched as he pulled his knuckle to his mouth, savoring the stream of liquid, and I moaned.

“And releasing is very good,” he continued.

While his words were meant to be soothing, I still wanted to lash out until I felt his fingers once again caressing my bottom. I heard his scattered breathing as he unwound my hair, leaning over me until we were pressed closely together. The second he shifted his hips back and forth, the pain crossing my bottom was all but forgotten. I was lost in the sea of expected ecstasy, hungering to the point I was ready to beg.

I craved his cock.

I needed his shaft filling me.

Fucking me.

Using me.

I almost laughed at the realization as he made certain I knew exactly how hungry he was.

“Now, I fuck you,” he whispered, his voice husky yet oh-so exciting.

When he jerked my hips, I was forced to plant my hands on the center of the counter. He opened my legs even wider before sliding his hand between them, fingering my already swollen pussy.

“You’re so wet,” he muttered under his breath.

“Yes.”

His breathing was as heavy as mine, fogging up the mirror as he swirled his finger around my clit. The bliss was instantaneous, my entire body alive and on fire. I fell into a lull as he continued to stroke me, rolling his finger up and down my pussy then sliding the tip just past my swollen folds.

“Hot,” he added.

“Uh-huh.”

“Tight,” he growled.

“Mmmm...”

“Mine.” He thrust several fingers deep inside, pumping like a crazed man, the force pushing me hard against the edge of the counter.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” The breathless guttural sounds were all the ones I could make.

He continued pumping, his entire face straining. “Do you want to come for me?”

“Yes...”

“Will you be a good girl?” He slowed down, finally pinching my clit.

“Ohhh... Yes, sir.” I stared at him with hazy eyes, trying to even remember my name.

There was something different about him today. Maybe the danger of being shot at. Maybe the desire that seemed to overwhelm him as much as it did for me. Maybe...

“Only when I give the command.”

As he continued to thrust, I allowed my body to go, falling into a moment of sheer ecstasy. I had no idea how I was going to be able to hold back. The sensations were getting more powerful, my entire body wiggling in an effort to obey him. The scent of my raging desire wafted between us, becoming nothing more than a powerful aphrodisiac. The mirror was completely steamed, masking our reflections, but somehow his eyes seemed to shine brightly through the haze.

I had no idea how long he continued to torment me, forcing