Chapter Ten

Rome did his best not to rush her through the door, rip off her clothes, and fuck her mercilessly on her fluffy, king-sized bed.

Instead, he reminded himself she needed a few lessons. He was looking forward to teaching her.

They closed the door. He sensed her growing nerves, which was good. He wanted her a bit on edge. It made for a more intense experience for both of them. With deliberate casualness, he unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled the cuffs up his arms. She watched him with a mingle of fascination and wariness.

“Place your hands on the far wall there, kitten. Palms flat. Legs spread apart wide.”

She stared, not moving, but Rome already saw the beginning of softening in her body, the slightly drugged look in her eyes when he spoke to her in his Dom voice.

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

Her lower lip thrust out in a sexy sulk. “Do you want me to get undressed?”

“If I wanted you to undress, I’d tell you. All you have to do is listen and obey. Easy, right?”

The sulk grew more defined. He tamped down his humor, giving her an implacable stare. Slowly, she walked across the room, her aura practically prickling with frustration from not being in control Still, she obeyed, placing her palms on the silver wall and placing her feet far apart.

Rome made sure he took his time before entering her space and stood behind her. The unknown was part of the high, the mental fuck she needed to get out of her head and into her body. Her nostrils flared slightly as she caught his scent.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, slowly rubbing the tightness from between her blades. Using the strength of his fingers, he worked her entire back, down her spine, above her ass, making sure he never picked up the pace. Finally, she was completely relaxed under his touch. Only then did he slip his arms around to her front and unbutton her black, lacy top. She sucked in a breath as the material parted and he stroked her breasts. Dragging his thumbs over her hard nipples, he tortured her through the lace of her bra until her hips began to move in tiny circles, caught up in sensual demand.

He flicked his wrist and the clasp opened. Her breasts spilled out, and the small, firm mounds were perfect for his hand. Her nipples grew long and tight, and he imagined how beautiful she’d look in nipple clamps with tiny rubies hanging from them. Enjoying the soft, smoothness of her skin, he lingered over the swell of her belly, the curve of her hip, and the valley between her breasts.

“Rome.”

“No talking unless I ask you a question.”

She gave a disgusted mutter but managed to hold her tongue. Rome knew it was only because she was afraid he’d stop, the little minx. God, he loved playing with her. She called to the Dom in him, creating a fire in his soul he never knew existed. Still keeping his silence, he dropped his hands to her silk trousers, tracing the line of the waistband. Cupped her pussy through the pants, dragging his open palm back and forth in a teasing foreplay that made her head slump forward and her hips arch up for more.

“You stun me, kitten,” he whispered in her ear. He pressed his hard cock against her buttocks, nipping her earlobe while he continued playing through her clothes. “This body was meant to be worshipped and commanded at my will. How bad do you want to come?”

“Bad.”

“Not yet. You’re still owed a punishment.”

Her breath whooshed out the same time he released the button on her slacks, slid the zipper down, and let the material fall at her feet.

“I don’t want a punishment,” she groaned.

“No talking. You’re wearing a thong. I think you knew what was going to happen tonight.” She seemed about to protest, and then snapped her mouth shut. “Excellent. You’re learning not to lie.”

Her growl was pure temper. He rode the edge by yanking her hips back and forcing her ass high in the air. He gripped the tight globes bare from her thong and dipped one finger into her dripping heat.

She hissed like a venomous snake.

“So wet. So hot. Let’s deal with your punishment first, shall we? You’ll get ten strikes. If you remove your hands from the wall, you earn an extra two. Do you understand?”

“Are you kidding me? This is humiliating. Punish me some other way. Ouch!”

He gave her a sharp sting on the right ass cheek. Then plunged his finger deep inside her pussy so she bucked back for more, caught on the edge between arousal and pain. “What did you say?”

“I’m sorry! Yes, I understand.”

“Very nice. You’re receiving this spanking because you were rude to me this morning. You also lied. Do you agree?”

He could practically hear her teeth grinding, caught between wanting to talk back and the need of her body for release. “Yes,” she finally said. “I agree.”

“Very good. Remember, don’t remove your hands from the wall or you receive two additional strokes.”

“I’m not an idiot, I understand, oh—ouch!”

He rained three sharp smacks on her left cheek, pausing to rub and stroke her ass. She moaned, settled back, and he gave her three on the right.

Harder.

Sloane jerked back, her hands flying off the wall.

“I’m sorry!” she burst out. “I won’t do it again.”

He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and replaced her hands on the wall. God, she was magnificent. He’d known she’d disobey at least once. Hell, he’d been counting on it.

“That’s two additional ones. Lift your ass up more. That’s it. Spread your legs wider.”

He smelled the musky scent of her arousal and wanted to drop to his knees and feast. Instead, he kicked her legs further apart and worked two fingers into her pussy, wiggling just enough to give her a zing of pleasure. “Oh, God, I’m going to—“

“You will not come until I say so.”

He gave her two more spanks, alternating cheeks, and she danced under the sting, little mewls escaping her lips. Rome was so hard, his body bordered on the edge of pain himself.

Without pause, he gave her the final four smacks, watching her ass turn a gorgeous shade of pink. His fingers thrust inside her drenched core while his thumb flicked her hard, throbbing clit.

“Come for me, kitten.”

On a sob, she came, her body rocking back and forth, as the convulsions hit her. Rome didn’t let her pause, continuing to stroke her, curling his fingers to hit her G-spot, and kept steady pressure on her clit.

She came again.

Her hands never left the wall.

Rome gave a vicious curse, watching her frame crumble with the force of her release, her pink ass trembling, and her head arched back in ecstasy. She was so fucking beautiful, an erotic goddess; so honest and demanding in her passion he didn’t think a thousand years would be enough with her.

Rome scooped her up and placed her on the bed. Stripped off his clothes and placed a condom on the quilt. Eyes dazed, he climbed on top of her and kissed her, his tongue drinking in her sweetness, getting drunk on her flavor. Rome took his time, kissing her, biting her lips, working his way down her body to lick and suck and bite her breasts, until they were so swollen just the flick of the tip of his tongue wracked shudders from her body.

He parted her thighs and gazed at her swollen pussy. Wet, with her hard clit poking out from the hood, he lowered his head and sucked. Played. Teased. Soon, she was begging, her hands clasping his head as he fucked her with his tongue, refusing to stop and refusing to let her slide over the edge until she was a writhing, crying mess, beautiful and broken in her submission.

Finally, he donned the condom, brought her legs to hook over his shoulders, and claimed her.

Her pussy squeezed him so tight he almost came on contact. Rome fought himself back from the edge so he could drink in every expression on her face. He fucked her hard and deep, slow and steady, rocking his hips and scraping her clit with just the amount of pressure to finally break her.

“Please! Please!”

“Ask me, kitten.”

“Please let me come, Rome! I need you, I need you...”

“Come.”

He thrust deep inside her and she exploded.

This time, he let himself go with her, shouting her name as his hips jerked and he came. The brutal pleasure speared through him, and he milked her spasming cunt until the last drop of his semen spilled from his body.

It was a long time before he moved. Sloane lay boneless on the bed, her hair mussed, her skin flushed, the scent of their lovemaking thick on the sheets. He went to the bathroom and got a warm washcloth. Rome gently cleaned the stickiness from her thighs, washed himself, and then joined her back on the bed.

Cuddling her against his chest, she mumbled something he couldn’t understand and clung to him, as giving in sleep as she was during sex.

Rome closed his eyes.

He had one week to convince her to be his.

Time to make his final bet. The bet of a lifetime.

And this time, he was playing for keeps.