Dangerous Stranger - Piper Stone Page 0,11

A pool of wetness developed between my legs, my pussy aching for his thick cock fucking me. Using me. I closed my eyes after gripping the edge of the table, taking several deep breaths. I twisted my wrists, the feel of the thick leather straps creating butterflies in my tummy. I knew he’d spank me long and hard.

The moment I heard the snap of his wrist, I clenched my bottom, the anticipation of anguish creating a hammering of my heart.

Whoosh!

Crack!

The single slap across my bottom was controlled, hitting me exactly in the sit spot. While the pain was instantaneous, I bit back a whimper, trying to keep from struggling. My master refused to accept anything less. As he brought down several more strikes, one coming immediately after the other, the anguish became blinding, forcing a slight moan past my lips.

I knew I deserved the harsh punishment, the spanking absolving me of my sins.

He gave me several more and I was able to catch the raggedness of his breathing, could sense his increasing desire. It wouldn’t be long before he used me.

“You will learn you must obey me at all times,” he stated in a ragged voice, the tone dripping of his increasing lust.

“Yes, sir,” I managed, hating the fact I’d disappointed him.

He ran his fingers down my spine, thrusting them into my pussy. “You’re wet for me, kitten.”

“Yes, sir.” I parted my legs as he plunged in a savage manner, my pussy muscles clenching and releasing several times. I ached all over from the burning desire, a level of longing I’d never had with another man.

Within seconds, the belt came down again, this time across my thighs. I yelped, my fingers twisting in the shackles.

With every strike of his belt, I felt closer to being absolved of my sins, cleansed as required.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you, kitten, and tonight will be very special. I’m going to fuck you in that tight little asshole of yours for the first time.”

“Jesus,” I whispered, my heart thudding just like in the vivid image. What the hell was wrong with me? Punished for my sins. A dungeon. Being fucked in the ass.

While it had been a long time since I’d been with a man, what I’d just envisioned was not going to happen. Never.

Ever.

I rolled my eyes, laughing at my ridiculous fantasy. I wasn’t a true romantic, had never been. I didn’t believe in white picket fences or men saving the day. I definitely didn’t believe there was a single man out there who would sweep me into his arms, protecting me from the ill wills of the world. I certainly had never thought about being owned by anyone. Not after...

Swallowing, I walked from one painting to another, studying the brutal images. No wonder my imagination had gravitated toward such an egregious concept. Domination. Discipline. The art depicted women in cages, others strapped to various apparatuses, obviously ready to be spanked for their...

Sins.

Yes, the man who’d saved my life intrigued the hell out of me. He’d been dominating in every manner, reeking of power. A savior in the right place at the right time. Then poof, he’d disappeared. How often did that happen?

Inhaling, I folded my arms, swaying from side to side from the incredible strains of Spanish guitar flowing from the music system, the sensuous chords allowing my imagination to get the better of me.

“Come to me, mi vida,” he whispered as he beckoned for me.

My life. I was truly his life and he owned mine.

I inched closer, inhaling the amazing scent of his cologne, electrified from the sound of his husky voice. As I stood in front of him, gazing into his eyes, I could see such power behind his. He was dominating in every way, his lust for life keeping me on edge, thrilled at his commands.

I jerked away from the fantasy, biting my lower lip. I wasn’t that kind of woman and I certainly refused to succumb to any man under any terms.

Even in the beautiful city of A Coruna, Spain where the men were all sun-kissed and beautiful buff examples of mythological gods, I would refrain from any nefarious activities. The thug in the street was a solid reminder that men weren’t to be trusted on any level.

I turned in a full circle, my entire mind still ripe with the thought of unbridled passion. Every inch of my skin was on fire, tingling from excitement. Unfortunately, it had nothing to do with the touch, taste, or interaction of