was audible, the hard cracking sound as the wood came down against her skin invigorating. I became lost in the moment, the sadist in me thriving from the redness created and the way she wiggled every time the brush was slapped against her.
I took my time, spanking her long and hard as the steam continued to rise. We were both drenched from the shower as well as beads of perspiration. I was more alive than ever before, my heart skipping beats as the adrenaline pumped like rich red wine through my veins. I was blinded by my hunger, my insatiable needs screaming for relief. Even the way her buttocks jiggled from every brutal slap only heightened my desire, the current running through me threatening to capture my breath.
“You could be such an obedient woman.”
“Never. I’m not that kind of woman,” she whispered hoarsely.
“Yes. You. Are.” The challenge was rich and delicious, my mind reeling from the possibilities. I tamped back every thought as I concentrated on finishing the round of discipline, bringing the brush down several additional times until I could take it no longer. I merely dropped the implement, gripping her hips and yanking her away from the wall until her back was arched.
“Oh...” she whimpered, throwing back her head in anticipation of what I was going to do next.
“You are a temptress, Savannah. And you think you have control over me.”
“Don’t I? Sir?”
I chuckled darkly as I rubbed my cock back and forth across her bruised ass. “That will never happen.” Although she’d already taken control of the monster thriving inside, forcing him to question everything in his life. I would never allow her to know the powerful hold she had over me, never give into the frustration I felt in not being able to claim her outright.
“We will see,” she whispered in her own dark and sinful manner, dragging her tongue across her lips.
I was too jazzed, my body on overload. I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock, stroking up and down roughly. The friction was almost painful, a reminder of my savage needs. My patience gone, I thrust the tip just inside, a growl forced up from my throat the moment her muscles clamped around the invasion. She was so wet and when she arched her back even more, I lost it, plunging my entire shaft all the way inside.
“Oh. Oh. Oh...” Her moans were overshadowed by my intense roar, my entire body shaking.
I pulled her tightly against me, undulating my hips as her muscles stretched to accept my thickness. There was nothing like the feel of being inside of her. I slid one hand up to cup her breast, squeezing her rounded flesh aggressively.
She shot one arm back, rubbing her fingers up and down my legs as I buried my head against her neck, drinking in her sweet essence. “You feel so good,” she mumbled, grinding against me.
“So wet. So fucking hot.” I bit down on her neck, using my thumb and forefinger to pinch and twist her hardened bud. I wanted both nipples and her clit pierced, a beautiful chain of gold ready to be tugged any time I wanted her close. I wanted her branded with my mark, tattooed for all the world to see that she belonged to me.
I wanted her locked away for only my use, protected against the evils of the world, ready to service my every need. And I would give almost everything I owned to make that happen. I let off a raspy growl, the sound reverberating in the small space as I thrust in and out like a crazed animal, my hunger exploding off the charts.
She took every hard plunge, forcing her hips back in a rocking motion, her moans almost as primal as mine.
I slid my hand under her thigh, lifting her leg. The shift in the angle was incredible, allowing my cock to slide in even further. As I powered into her, sweat slipping down and across her shoulders and back, nothing but the beautiful savagery of my actions remained in my mind. Gone was the worry about the business, the danger my entire family faced. There was nothing but the here and now.
My balls were ready to explode, the brutal hammering of my heart echoing into my ears. I wanted every inch of her, was crazed to fill every hole.
She slapped one hand against the tile, using the other to lift her leg even higher as she gasped for air.
“I want