buttocks were lifted off the comforter, holding my breath as her glistening pussy drew my attention.
Damn, the woman was so wet, my mouth watering all over again. Her skin remained rosy from the earlier spanking, but I now wanted her to wear the marks of my discipline. I bit back a series of guttural sounds from the delicious if not sadistic thought. As I cracked the belt against her bottom, the sound alone sent a shower of current, tightening every muscle.
Winter made no noise although she clamped her eyes shut.
I snapped my wrist again, allowing the strike to land on her sit spot, savoring the redness already blossoming. She pushed her legs against my hand in an attempt to bend her knees, her chest rising and falling. I kept my grip firm as I smacked her twice more.
“Oh. That hurts,” she finally said in an almost inaudible voice.
“Punishments are supposed to hurt, Winter, and they will continue do so if you can’t learn to follow the rules.”
As she tossed her head several times, her mouth opening and closing, I could tell she wanted to spout off once again. Damn, I adored her spunk, the way she refused to back down. I rubbed her bottom, the heat filtering into my fingers, then took a deep breath.
“Why, yes, sir,” she finally said, her face flushing.
Unable to resist, I slipped my pinky up and down her swollen folds, studying her change in expression. “But sinful things come to those who learn to obey.”
She opened her eyes, peering at me mischievously. Even then, she believed she could take back control.
With a single growl, I smacked her several times, the last crossing over her upper thighs.
“Oh, fuck. Oh...” She jerked up from the bed, her hands slapping down on the comforter.
I simply gave her a single look before she thumped down on the bed, lifting her arms once again.
As I continued the spanking, my pulse increased. I found it difficult to keep count of the number of strikes. Concentration was difficult around her. I was unable to focus on anything but the vile and filthy things I wanted to do.
She moaned, wiggling on the bed as I issued the final four strikes. I’d never had any patience and today I wasn’t going to learn how to start. While the discipline had been needed, I was no longer interested in penance.
This was more about the unbridled passion that sweltered every time we were near each other. I wanted to hunger for no one else, to accept her place by my side.
Fuck.
I closed my eyes briefly before sliding to my knees, opening her legs until they rested against the comforter. Everything I’d told her about accepting who we were had felt like something I could control, but I was wrong. We were both nothing more than a product of our upbringing, a sickening understanding that we’d been the one manipulated our entire lives.
First by desire for a better life.
Then by a thirst for even more.
Finally, by a lust for power.
I was no better, touting the benefits of the sect the majority of my years, a man who’d obviously had too much of the Kool-Aid. Who the hell had I been attempting to fool these last seven months? I was a part of the system and the ancient ways. There was no mistaking the past, but could there ever be a different future?
Maybe this was the time to find out the truth. Could we survive without the connections and influence, the money that had jaded all of us within the community?
Or was the enemy far too close, prepared and capable of destroying everything that had been accomplished?
Hissing, I rolled my knuckles across her delicate skin, sliding them up and down her thighs. When she opened her legs even wider in a blatant invitation, I brushed my fingers over her tummy, flexing them open.
Winter kept her lips parted and her eyes closed as I caressed her. The way the waning sun highlighted the rosiness of her pert nipples was scintillating. Whether or not I was the man who sent the fear of God into her remained to be seen. Whether I could be the man Winter needed in her life was something worth fighting for.
I blew across her pussy, smiling as several prickles appeared on her skin. She curled her toes, her breasts jiggling as her breathing became exaggerated. I took a deep whiff, holding it deep inside before expelling, once again allowing it to float across her swollen