Austin - Piper Stone Page 0,5

Yet as he brought the belt down again, not once but four times in rapid succession, I fell into a dark abyss. The cracking sound his wrist made as he snapped the strap was jarring every time and as the anguish began to bloom across my bottom, I gritted my teeth. Tears of frustration as well as pain threatened to fall, a weakness I refused to accept.

Vader was thorough, taking his time to cover every inch of my buttocks, one strike coming after the other. While I knew I was moaning, the echoes in my ears were muffled, the pain blinding.

When he stopped long enough to caress my heated skin, I clawed at the bed, still trying to get away.

“Oh…” My vision foggy, I wanted to beg him to stop, but my mind remained locked in one big blur.

“One little hellion,” he whispered, the husky tone dropping to a new, even more sensual level. “A filly who needs to be broken.”

Broken?

I almost laughed, but the hissing sound coming from my mouth was strangled at best.

He started spanking me again, bringing the belt down four or ten times. How the hell did I know?

My body jerked from every brutal strike, a rush of embarrassment and humiliation rolling through me like a tidal wave. This was insane.

But the way my pussy juice trickled down both legs screamed something else entirely. I was aroused, hungrier than I’d ever been, longing to have his thick cock deep inside of me. The rational side of me continued to poke, reminding me that I was nuts. He could be a serial killer or escaped convict.

The naughty girl side said something else entirely.

“Five more.”

His husky tone wrapped around me like a soft fleece blanket, keeping me in control while soothing the woman inside.

“Five,” he growled.

The crack against my skin was rougher, the force pushing me against the bed.

“Four.”

I held my breath, the whooshing sound reverberating.

“Three.” A dark chuckle left his lips. The asshole was enjoying this.

“Two.”

Only one more. Only one freaking more.

“One.”

The second he released his tangled hold in my hair, I collapsed onto the bed, my cheek smooshed against the scratchy comforter. I blinked evenly, my bottom on fire. I couldn’t feel my legs, but I had no doubt they were seared from the brutal event.

Then I heard the sound of a zipper. Using every last ounce of strength I had, I shifted onto my hands and knees, daring to look over my shoulder. The sight of the gorgeous man presenting himself like a prize created another giant vibe of electricity. Every inch of his body was stunning, so muscular, carved to perfection. A narrow waist. Chiseled hips.

Thunderous thighs.

His cock was magnificent, long and thick, the tip already oozing beads of pre-cum.

And when he turned in order to toss his jeans, the sight of his sculpted bottom didn’t just take my breath away or make my mouth water. I was like a kid in a candy store finding the perfect treat. The dazzling ink on his chest also covered a good portion of his back, swirling curls inching onto his buttocks.

Vader slowly tilted his head, his eyes even more penetrating than before. The way his chest rose and fell was a clear indication of his increased desire, a hunger that refused to be denied. With one long stride, he snagged my length of hair again, dragging me closer to the edge of the bed.

Inhaling, the masculine scent of him was overpowering; rainwater and dense foliage, exotic spices and a heavy dose of his testosterone. I would stay drunk for hours.

“Now, I fuck you.” His words were a stark reminder of his dominance. Almost inaudible growls slipped from the core of his being as he rubbed his cockhead up and down the crack of my ass. Then he roughly yanked first one leg then the other as wide open as possible, never letting go of his firm hold. He refused to allow me to go anywhere.

I was his.

His to taste.

His to fuck.

His to possess.

I closed my eyes as he forced me to arch my back, still chastising my behavior. No one could ever know about this. No one could dare find out how low I’d fallen off the radar of common sense. And I would never see this rugged, delicious, filthy beast again.

There was no hesitation, no romantic prelude to taking what he wanted. He simply shoved the entire length of his cock into my tight channel, throwing his head back like the primal man he’d become.