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I lunged sideways, grabbed her hair, and hauled her over despite her screech, pulling her onto my lap and ignoring squeals and flailing arms. I released her hair, ducking back as she swiped at me, and captured those scratching hands at the wrists. Then I held her down by pressing those wrists to her back and with my leg wrapped over her thighs.
“You are such a brat.”
She stilled, spluttering into the mattress. “Pieter! Fucking let me go.”
I ignored her. Her next attempts at squirming free were even crazier but I hung on. There wasn’t much she could do, though it took five minutes before she decided that and collapsed panting. Her dress was so short it took the smallest flick to bare her ass.
“Nice.” I murmured, cupping the lower curve in my hand. Then I smacked her once, sharply. Her angry gasp and the clench of her pussy made me smile.
“Let me go!”
“Uh-uh. The more you say that, the worse this is going to be.”
A red handprint showed a few seconds later. This ass never failed to get a rise from my cock. Spanking was not going to do it for me. Not enough. Not anywhere near enough. I wanted her to know I could do anything. I shifted her along my lap and leaned in to place a deep bite on her ass, right in the middle of one cheek. She didn’t squeal, or demand I let her go, only gasped once and whimpered. Better, I figured. I hung on. Her breathing became a whine then a rapid, coughing pant and her feet tried to drum the floor.
Eventually she went limp, only shuddering out gasps, and one pleading word. “Pleeease?”
I sat up and drew my finger around the already bluing mark. Her fingers that had been wound in tight fists relaxed.
My teeth would show there for days.
My good inner man seemed to have run away and hid, and I didn’t give one solitary fuck.
Since I seemed to have her subdued, I took the pillow with my free hand and stripped off the pillowcase with the help of my teeth. Looping it around her wrists and knotting the cloth made her squirm about then raise her head.
“No.” With a fist crunched into her hair so tight it hurt me, I took control of her head, bending back her neck. Her eyes were closed, the lines there showing the effort she put into keeping them that way.
“Look at me.” I jiggled her head. She inched them open, a tiny crease forming above. “You’re going to do what you’re told, until the storm returns, because right now you’re fucking mine.”
The tremor that shook her body lit up my eyes.
I was tempted to kiss those petulant lips but it was too nice, too intimate and she didn’t deserve it. I had a craving, now I’d let this side of me loose. I wanted to mess with her so badly.
“Ten each side. Say a word and I double it.” Then I shoved her head into the mattress and went at spanking her properly. The smacks ripped through the room. After twelve her cries began. By twenty the redness was a mixture of burgundy and pretty pink. My handprints showed on top of the bite. When I slipped my fingers down her seam I found her cunt wet and swollen.
“Ja.” I chuckled. “You like this, Miss Jazmine. Next time you want to tell me to piss off try not to get so excited when I spank you.”
Her little growl made me smirk.
“Still got fire in you? Hey?”
So I added another ten. By the end, she had the side of her face resting on the bed and her eyelids were at half-mast. The pain got to this one just like Elenor, so long as I mixed it up with dominance, I was ninety percent sure of it.
“Off and on your knees.”
When she slid off my lap at my small push, and only looked at the floor, the room shuddered and dislocated. Everything collapsed down to this instant. I had Jazmine kneeling in that rough bondage that she could have wriggled out of if she’d wanted to, and I was right. She was submitting to me.
I didn’t give a damn about tomorrow or the storm. Only her. Only me.
I could’ve drawn her in ink with my eyes shut, not because she was pretty but because I saw every line and every contour of her bowed head, every shadow of her body. Yet her mind could be so much more addictive. There, I’d not yet understood. Whatever flaws in her made her go back and forth like a bloody seesaw, I could dig them out and fix them, bind her to me...
If.
And I sucked in a breath.
I could. I could make her mine truly, make her submit for more than a temporary window of time. If only there was more of that precious thing – time and life.
Where to begin? I stood and walked around her. I dared break the spell. “What are you thinking? Hmm?”
