Toxic - Zoe Blake Page 0,35

would both be in danger.

Despite her cries, I could also see the dark stain of arousal as she drenched the fabric between her outstretched legs.

Fight it all she wanted… I knew what my baby needed.

Dropping the crop, I placed my fingers on her cunt.

“What do you say?”

“I’m sorry!” she moaned.

Using my two middle fingers, I flicked her clit, teasing her. Placing my left palm on her bottom cheek, I felt the heat rise off her skin. Just for good measure, I gave her a few open-handed spanks. Elizabeth’s hips bounced with each touch as she cried out.

Not until her ass was a bright cherry red, glowing with heat and pain, did I stop. Driving three fingers into her tight cunt, I ground out, “Say it.”

“I’m a bad girl.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m a bad girl.”

I pumped my hand into her barely willing body, feeling her muscles desperately clenching around my fingers. “You’re a dirty little girl who deserves this pain.”

“Yes! Yes! Hurt me. Hurt me,” she screamed.

Tearing at the zipper to my trousers, my cock sprang free. Stepping closer to her open legs, I thrust to the hilt, watching as my thick shaft forced its way into her body. As I forced her to accept my cock, I pushed a thumb into her already sore and open dark hole.

Elizabeth’s whole body shook and trembled. The streetlight from outside, filtered through the gauze curtains, sent a stream of light over her stretched and restrained form. Her back glowed with a light sheen of sweat and she struggled with every deep push of my cock and the invasive feel of my thumb penetrating her ass, pulling on the delicate skin around her puckered hole.

Her body tightened around my cock as she came. The moment her tremors stopped, I pulled free. Circling around to the front of the chair, I pulled on her hair to force her head back.

“Open your mouth.”

Her face flushed and red, she obeyed.

Fisting my shaft, I gave it several more pumps before a hot stream of cum hit her lips and open mouth.

“Swallow it.”

Then, with the taste of my cum still on her lips, I unstrapped her from the chair and placed her on the bed. She only gave a slight whimper when she saw the restraints.

After securing her wrists and ankles, I left the room, keeping the door open so I could hear if she cried out. Walking down the mirrored hallway, I opened one door and selected a clean shirt as I hit the intercom, instructing Harris and his security staff to meet me in the bedroom lounge. It was probably after three in the morning, but I didn’t give a damn. They worked for me. They were on my time.

Lizzie

The cool satin sheets did nothing to quench the heat of my skin as my bottom and thighs still pulsed with pain from my punishment. Richard was right. Gone were thoughts about his games and his manipulations. Gone were all my doubts about our relationship and what was and was not real. All I could think about was the pain and the humiliating pleasure I got from it.

Through the open doorway, I could hear Richard and his security staff discussing the dead bird and bloody feathers. It was clear from his deep, even tone that he was extremely angry. With Richard, it was easy to fear the silences and the deadly calm more than the rage of his storms. He was at his most dangerous when he was most in control.

“We’re looking for the maid who entered your bedroom and handed Miss Elizabeth the purse. So far we can’t find her.” Harris cleared his throat before continuing. “There is no record of her being hired, Your Grace.”

“So, a complete stranger got past your security and entered my bedroom and threatened the woman I love?” hissed Richard. “Is that what you’re telling me, Harris?”

“It won’t happen again, Your Grace.”

“You’re goddamn right it won’t,” snarled Richard, his tone still low and deadly.

At that moment, Richard paced in front of the slightly open door. I hunched lower in my covers and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep just in case.

“I have sacked the driver who lied to us,” continued Harris.

I felt a momentary pang of guilt for getting John fired. If I hadn’t agreed to keep the dead bird a secret, he might still have had his job. Then my worry for John was replaced by a cold, dark fear for my own well-being.

“I want all the camera footage from the Mayfair