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Chapter Six
Bayne
I love watching the red stripes rise on her skin with each stroke of my belt. Rosy and blushing. I’ve put a silky black blindfold on her, the darkness enhancing her senses.
Her body is so responsive, a breathy gasp escaping her full lips with each stripe. Her nipples, already hard for me, tighten further. Her bare breasts rise higher as her breathing deepens.
“Do you remember what I told you I was going to make you beg for?” I ask, swinging the belt at my side.
“Um…” She’s too lost in the moment to remember what I’ve said. Her teeth sink into her full bottom lip. The blindfold keeps me from reading her gaze but her full lips part and she gives a breathy answer of, “No.”
“Forgiveness.” I raise the belt.
Her body tenses, sensing I’m ready to deliver the next spank.
She juts her chin out. “I’m not one to beg.”
“Jesus.” I hold back a moan, my cock stiffening to the point of tightening my jeans with discomfort. Her body, so beautiful here in the soft light, arms stretched above her head, naked and on full display, completely powerless to me, yet still fighting.
It takes every ounce of self-control in my body to not grab her by the backs of her legs, wrap them around my waist and fuck her till she’s got no more sassy replies and the only word left on her tongue is my name.
All the more reason Eamon is wrong, and I should be putting the rose on her grave right now. Not admiring the rose blush rising in her cheeks.
“Neither am I.” I pull the belt back, letting it snap across the widest curve of her ass. She gives a half-moan, half-yelp of a sound.
I’m not punishing her as hard as I’d planned. I’ve found myself so turned on by the way she looks, sounds, smells, that I’m using the pain to fill her with a tidal-like wave of rising need for pleasure.
It’s its own form of torture.
One I get off on delivering to this special lass.
She’s squirming now, shifting her weight from the balls of one foot to the other. She has pretty feet. Even that doesn’t go unnoticed by me.
I want to slip my fingers between her labia see how wet I’ve made her, finger her clit and really make her moan. I want to get on my knees, bury my face in her, inhale her intimate scent, taste her arousal.
Eat her pretty pussy while she rises up on the tips of her toes, crying out as she comes, her entire body shuddering for me.
The madness of these fantasies has to stop. She needs to be punished so she’ll stay far away from the police and Collins. Then, I need to figure out what to do with her.
I double the belt over itself, this time striking her with a spank hard enough to make her cry out. “Tell me you’re sorry you contacted the police. Tell me I can trust you won’t do it again.” Before she can answer, I whip her again, harder this time so she’s sure to give me the answer I want. A stinging, smarting, angry red line rises on her ass, directly above the last.
“S—sorry!” She hisses, then sucks air in between clenched teeth. “I am sorry. I swear. I’m not going to the police again.”
My phone rings, breaking into the private moment. For a moment, I’d almost forgotten we weren’t the only ones on the island. And that’s dangerous.
Taking my belt with me I head for the door. “I’m going to leave you here to think about your lies while I take this call.”
She juts out that chin again, determined to stay tough though the idea of being left blindfolded, restrained, and alone in this room can’t be a pleasant one. My phone continues to ring. I leave her alone in the room, locking the door behind me as my phone gives a final ring.
I put my belt back around my waist, latch the buckle, and return Jonjo’s call. He answers. “Bayne, where are ye? You need to get to the house.” Reading his tone, his temper is at an eight out of ten, as usual when you’ve missed his call.
“I’m busy. What’s the matter?”
He gives the news. “Rose Anderson was down at the shop with that 1980’s Mercedes of hers this morning. Crank overheard her talking to Hamish.”
“Hamish MacDonald? The one that’s running for Council?”
“Aye. They said Council’s in talks with another conservancy. Birds this time. We need to make a wee late-night visit to the MacDonald house and let him know how the Bayne-Burns feel about more outsiders putting restrictions on how we live our lives. I think we can pull him in for our cause.”
