ripping away at her dress, the sound filtering into the room.
“Oh!” she moaned, gasping for air, her eyes wide open.
I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, tugging her forward.
She surprised me once again as she fisted my shirt with both hands, using enough strength to tear apart the seams. Growling, I wrapped a single finger around the thin lace of her bright crimson thong, snapping my wrist. The delicate material tore away easily, leaving her struggling to take even breaths.
The moans slipping past her lips were sweet music and once again I fisted her hair, pushing her down onto the bed, straddling her as I yanked her arms over her head.
“Damn you!” she hissed, wiggling her hips as she struggled to get out of my hold.
I leaned over, savoring the way she ground her sweet pussy against me, the scent of her arousal even more intoxicating than before. “You are one bad girl.” I managed to snag both of her wrists in one hand, still holding her in place as I unfastened my belt.
Her eyes fell to the action, her mouth twisting in frustration. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I wouldn’t? You threw a damn good punch as well as disrespecting me. I think that’s excellent reason for you to receive a spanking.”
“But... I...” She narrowed her eyes, twisting and jerking her body.
Finally releasing the buckle, I tugged on the strap as she continued to buck against me, her strong legs managing to push me just enough she was able to kick me hard in the chest. Shocked, I kept hold of her wrists as I climbed off the bed, yanking her further up closer to the headboard. Within seconds, I’d wound the rope around both wrists in such a manner she could struggle all she wanted but couldn’t get away.
The shock on her face forced a grin crossing mine. She kicked out as I proceeded to tie the other end around the thick wooden slats of the headboard.
“What? I mean...”
“When you disobey, you are punished. When you refuse orders, you are chained. And I assure you, you won’t be getting away.” When I was satisfied the rope would hold, I jerked her over onto her stomach, ripping at one of the pillows then sliding it under her tummy.
“You are horrible,” she snapped, fighting the bindings with everything she had.
“Horrible is such an exaggerated word, sweet Savannah. However, I am demanding in all things, including obedience. I thought you understood by now. My requirements are simple, my needs insatiable, but I know you are a woman who can handle both.” I eased the hair from her face, rubbing my thumb across her mouth. “I long to give you pleasure, not merely pain, the ecstasy I mentioned.”
Swallowing hard, she closed her eyes briefly as goosebumps popping along every inch of her skin. “There’s no such thing.”
“You must trust me.”
She bit back a series of sounds, her body tensing when I dragged my hand down the back of her neck. She was still afraid of me. Hell, she had every right to be, every reason that she should be.
I rubbed my fingers down her spine, my entire body tingling. I adored her creamy skin, the way her long hair fell almost to her waist. As I explored her curves, allowing my fingertips to slide down the crack of her ass, very slowly moving along the inside of her thigh, my heart continued to race. Hearing the sound of my phone only managed to piss me off. There were only two reasons for anyone disturbing me at this point.
A death in the family.
An attack on our turf.
Ignoring the interruption, I sucked in my breath, continuing to explore her body, brushing the back of my hand along the inside of her other leg.
She quivered visibly, stretching until she could arch her back. Every move she made drove me to a savage state. When my hand crawled up further, she opened her legs, allowing me the first sight of her beautiful pink pussy glistening from her arousal.
“You’re wet for me,” I stated in a demanding way.
“No,” she huffed.
I slipped the tip of my pinky across her swollen folds only once. Her reaction was instantaneous, her body bucking, a whimper breaking free. “Let’s try that again. Are you wet for me?”
“No.”
The hard crack I issued on her bottom dragged a snarl from her sweet lips, another hard jerk of the rope. The creaking sound as she twisted the tightly woven strands gave me a smile. She