Indebted - Piper Stone Page 0,78

insolence. An additional five because you don’t seem to understand the gravity of your offenses.”

I pressed my hand on the small of her back, caressing gently, ignoring the series of strangling electric jolts shooting through me. I wanted to become the sadistic man, the beast who had no care about anything but his own needs. I longed to see the stripes she’d wear for days, a remembrance of her ownership.

I cracked the cane four times, one coming immediately after the other. The sharp sound was bolstered by her immediate whimpers as she curled her legs, rolling slightly to the right.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. God.” Her moans echoed in my ears, adding to the sounds of my rapidly beating heart.

I was on fire, even more so than when I’d shoved my cock deep inside. “Stay in position. I don’t want to have to start all over again.” When she hesitated, I eased her legs down, stroking both before brushing my knuckles across her reddening bottom.

Heat was already building, the warm blush the most beautiful shade. I snapped my wrist, bringing the cane across her sit spot then issuing a single crack across her upper thighs.

She clenched her bottom, biting back a strangled moan, her body shaking.

When I gave her four more, she jerked up from the desk, gasping for air. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

“Yes, you will. I know you can.” I pressed my hand on her back with the tips of my fingers, guiding her down. I was shocked my cock was already twitching once again, eager to claim her.

Even my mouth watered at the thought of fucking her tight little ass. Perhaps I would do so after all.

As I caressed her bottom, the tingling heat trickled into my arm, searing every nerve ending. Using just the tip of my index finger, I brushed it across her buttocks then between her legs, moving over her swollen pussy lips. They were the perfect shade of rose, almost matching her rounded bottom. I was giddy at the thought, my sadistic needs still hovering at the surface. I knew if I lost control, I could hurt her more than necessary.

I closed my eyes, shoving aside the monster, once again bringing the cane down several times in a row.

Her whimpers drew my attention and even from where I stood, I could see tears slipping past her lashes. I wasn’t sure why, but the sight of them was cathartic, pulling me out of the darkness. I wanted to wrap her in a blanket, holding her close, kissing away her tears.

As I leaned over, she flinched, her scattered moans jabbing at my blackened soul. I brushed them away, bringing the salty beads to my mouth. I knew she was watching me as I dragged my tongue through them, an unsettling feeling clamping around my heart.

The sinful contract I’d entered into would destroy us both.

I shook my head, attempting to remove the cobwebs. The dichotomy of my feelings was too severe, my control slipping. I was even uncertain of the number of strikes I’d issued, finally settling on twenty in my mind.

“Five more.”

“Yes... sir,” she managed. There was no hint of rebellion, no sign she was taking this lightly.

I moved the cane from one hand to the other, flexing my fingers, my vision cloudy. I needed to finish this.

When I issued the last five, she didn’t move or cry out, but her back was heaving from her scattered breathing. Swallowing, I moved in a perfunctory manner, placing the cane into its slot and closing the doors, lowering my head for a few seconds of peace.

I’d gone to BDSM clubs before in an effort to calm the beast. While the women had been initially fun to play with, I’d grown bored almost immediately. The last visit had been two years before. I almost laughed at the thought. I slid my hand to my shaft, rubbing through the light fabric, creating a wave of friction. I wanted her to the point of madness, my hunger off the charts.

It was as if she’d become a drug, a desire that would never cease, never be sated.

My cock continued to ache, the hard push against my zipper actually pissing me off. I couldn’t stay away from her. I took long strides, opening her legs as wide as they would go. She tensed once again from my touch, shifting her head in an attempt to see what I was doing.

There was no need for discussion. I was simply taking what I wanted, quickly removing