on either side of her hips and tore them from her body. The fabric shredded under his fingers, and her hips jerked under his show of power. She started to protest because she only had the clothes on her back, but he silenced her with a smack to her right cheek.
“You won’t need panties for the rest of this trip,” he promised.
She didn’t have to read his lips to understand the smoldering look he gave her. Surrendering to his commands, she leaned into him as he stood to finish undressing her. He pulled her shirt up and over her head. His gaze turned unhappy when he saw the way she had bound her chest to minimize her breasts. “You could have hurt yourself.”
“I was careful,” she replied, a bit annoyed. “I made sure they weren’t too tight.” Then feeling self-conscious about her hair, she reached up and touched the ragged ends of it. “I didn’t know how else to make myself invisible.”
He ran his fingers through her hair, gently scratching at her scalp before grabbing a fistful and tugging hard to tilt her head back. His mouth curved with a smile. “It’s long enough for what I want to do.” He kissed her cheek and then skimmed his lips along her skin until he reached her ear. He bit down on her earlobe, and she hissed as an arc of pain and excitement traveled right to her core. Leaning back so she could see his face, he said, “Long hair. Short hair. No hair. You’re perfect to me.”
She believed him, and it set her mind at ease as she held arms out as he indicated. He whipped one of his frighteningly sharp knives from a pocket on his pants. The gleaming blade gave her a moment’s anxiety as he drew the point of it down her sternum and over the flattened crest of her left breast. The blade left a red line on her skin, not cutting but scratching ever so slightly. He held her gaze as he teased her with the blade, as if to see if he had pushed too far or scared her. She held still, showing him how completely she trusted him not to harm her.
The blade sliced through the layers of compressing fabric, and the ruined bras fell to the ground in long strips. He closed the blade and tossed it onto the counter before using his tongue to trace the scratched line down her throat, along her sternum and over her chest. By now, the dental tablet had finished its job, and she reluctantly pushed away from the counter and turned to face the sink.
Terror placed his hands on her hips as she moved, drawing her bottom against the unmistakable ridge of his cock. She caught his playful gaze in the mirror’s reflection and rubbed against him as provocatively as she dared. He grunted, the sound vibrating through her back, and she smiled impishly before bending forward to rinse her mouth, making sure to capture the length of his erection against the cleft of her buttocks.
She almost choked on her mouthful of water when he grasped her hips even tighter and thrust against her bottom. She swallowed reflexively and gripped the counter as he ground against her bare skin. When he used the toe of his boot to push her legs apart, she didn’t fight him. He signaled she should keep her gaze fixed on his reflection in the mirror, and she didn’t dare to refuse.
Trembling with need and anticipation, she held still as he ran his rough hands over her ass. She was still sore from the belting he had given her back on the cargo ship. He seemed to enjoy the redness his handiwork had left behind. When he dragged his nails over the sensitive patches, she gasped and wiggled her bottom, trying to evade his teasing hands. He answered her wiggling with a smack that made her go instantly still.
Staring into his reflected gaze, she sucked in a sharp breath the moment she saw his hand lift to whack her again. His palm cracked against her bare ass, leaving a blazing hot imprint. Her brain urged her to run, but her body told her to stay right there, to push back and silently beg for more. Terror gave it. She might not know exactly what her body needed, but he did. He could read her as easily as a book.
The spanking he administered stayed right on the edge of pleasure and