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“Go stand in the corner with your nose in it, push your ass out, and spread your legs.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Not an option. The only thing that happens if you don’t obey me is I’ll just use your juices to lube my cock and fuck your ass before you go stand in the corner. Either you’ll show me your pussy and pretty welted bottom, or you’ll show me your pussy, your pretty welted bottom, and the evidence of my cum leaking out of your bottom hole. Your choice.”
“I’ll go stand in the corner.”
“Good girl.”
Chapter
Twelve
He helped her stand, and she went to the corner. This was something else Zara hated. Why did dominant men find it necessary to make a woman stand in the corner like a small child? She hated it. She wasn’t sure what they thought women did there, but it sure as hell wasn’t contemplating the error of their ways or what they’d done to get sent there. Zara had always used it to figure out how not to get caught the next time.
She heard him go into the bath, run the water in the sink, then laugh.
“Someone was thinking of you, sweetheart. There’s a tube of nice aloe gel in here. That’ll help with some of the sting, especially the welts.”
“It’s not funny, and it hurts, you bastard.”
“I imagine it does. Your ass is a fierce shade of red, and those welts are coming up nicely. The real question is… did I get through to you?”
“Yes.”
Zara heard him rejoining her in the bedroom.
“Doesn’t sound like it. Ah, they must have put Croft in charge of the provisions. There’s a bottle of good bourbon.”
Hearing the whiskey hit the bottom of the glass and splash around, she started to turn her head but was cut short by his growl.
“I said, stick your nose in that corner, and I meant it.”
She turned her head back to the corner, mumbling under her breath.
“Knock it off, Zara. I’m starting to get the feeling I didn’t get through to you.”
“No, Noah, please. You did. I said I was sorry.”
She flinched when he ran his finger down her spine. It wasn’t that she feared him. In fact, just the opposite. Everything about Noah spoke of strength and keeping her safe.
“Easy, sweetheart. Think you can be a good girl?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then turn around, drop to your knees, and open your mouth.”
Something about the way he said it—his words, his tone of voice—made her want to do exactly as he ordered and sent jolts of electricity from the center of her being straight down to her feminine core. Slowly, Zara turned around, and he lightly pinched each nipple as she sank to her knees and opened her mouth. The fly to his jeans still open, he lifted his cock out, directing it to the hole he intended to use. The head slipped past her lips as he leaned heavily against the wall behind her and penetrated her mouth with his full length, groaning.
“Look at me, Zara,” he purred.
She raised her eyes and saw the predatory fire burning there. Instead of frightening her, its flames served as a reminder of his depth of feeling and that he burned for her.
Noah rocked his hips forward and back, once again fucking her mouth versus letting her give him a blowjob. She sucked and licked his cock as it moved in and out, and he made masculinenoises of pleasure. Reaching down, he stroked her hair as he used her mouth.
“I hope for your sake, you got it plenty wet, sweetheart.” He withdrew, then helped her to her feet. “Go kneel on the edge of the bed and spread your legs for me.”
“Noah?” she asked a bit anxiously.
