Chapter 43 Spanking
Verena
A fog of confusion clouded my brain as I set the mug rising with steam back to the dresser. “Why are you asking me about Kian’s whereabouts?” I glanced at Daxton who was on the balcony, busy with a phone call.
Jana shrieked over the phone. “The private investigator we hired traced his last movements to that slum of a neighborhood that you live in!”
Kian was missing? Good for him!
I leaned against the dresser, randomly blowing air to the tip of my fingers while listening as she ranted on and on about how Kian had been missing for a week and five days or thereabouts.
She breathed heavily over the phone and when I figured out that she had stopped talking, I responded. “Are you done?”
“What!” Her tone was clipped.
“If your son is missing, shouldn’t you be filing a missing person’s report? Why are you even asking me about Kian when we are separated?” I almost raised my voice not until I locked eyes with Daxton through the glass.
He had already dropped the phone from his ear as he stared at me with strange curiosity. My cheeks pinched up with a fake smile while I gestured for him to continue with what he was doing before I turned my back to him.
“Because you were the last person he met with. If he were in your neighborhood, then he had to have seen you!”
I rolled my eyes back, casually opening and closing the chest of drawers. “Listen to me, old woman—”
She sucked in a gasp over the phone and I could already imagine the intense glow of anger in her eyes. Jana’s triggers were the words ‘old woman’ and I knew how to get under her skin.
“Old woman? I am not that old, you wench”
I laughed, knowing that it would infuriate her the more. “I don’t know about Kian’s disappearance and don’t care that he is missing. If he comes back, tell him to sign the divorce papers and leave me the fuck alone,”
A harsh laughter ripped from her mouth. “You are delusional Verena if you think that he still wants you.. What exactly have you done to?…” Her words had long faded away because the moment I opened the drawer, the silver metal that stared back at me caught my attention.
A handcuff.
What was Daxton doing with it and what kind of man randomly had cuffs in his drawer?
I reached for the metal, my fingers brushing through the cold surface. All of a sudden, my spine stiffened because of Daxton’s unexpected voice that prickled the back of my neck.
“What are you doing and what do you have in your hand”
I quickly pushed the drawer back inside while hiding the cuffs behind me. I smiled—so saccharine and fake—that I knew he saw through it already.
His eyes slid from my face as he nudged behind me with his eyes. “What are you holding?” His voice was a deep rumble.
“Nothing” A grin split my face.
His eyes narrowed on me and before he could have the wrong ideas, I moved closer to him. Standing on my toes, I smashed a kiss on his lips while his hands closed around my waist.
At first, I was starting to get into the kiss, almost closing my eyes until his fingers slid down my ass, my wrist as they rested on the cuffs that I gripped.
He caught me.
Shit!
His grip around it was firm—unrelenting— as he tugged at the metal while sticking his tongue down my throat. He sucked up the air from my lungs until my head spun and until I pounded on his chest for mercy.
Frustration clawed at me until I released it.
And that was when he broke the kiss, leaving me gasping for air as I stared up at him. He smirked cockily, raising the cuffs that now dangled from his finger. “And why do you have this with you”
“Because I wandered on it—” My words trailed. “And shouldn’t I be asking you that? Why do you have a handcuff? Is this one of your kinks”
A smile that sent shivers rolling down my spine played in his eyes. “And what if my answer is yes?”
I should be amused but my brain couldn’t stop picturing him with different kinds of faceless women, with their wrists bound while he thrusted into them from behind.
A tiny flame of jealousy burned in my chest and now that I thought about it, just how many women has he been with?
I cleared my throat, glancing up at him. “So, how many women have you used this kind of thing on?”
Daxton looked at me, amused. “Is that jealousy I see in those eyes!
I blinked hard, darting my eyes away “No—”
Before I could finish, a gasp escaped me when he pulled me closer to him until I was mashed against him. His head dipped to the side, his nose brushing down my cheek until his warm breath settled on my ear.
His hand was still tight around my ribcage. “I find your jealousy fascinating”
“I am not…” I breathed, feeling heat surge low in my stomach.
He whispered. “If this soothes your jealousy, you are about to be the first woman I use this on,”
I blinked once. Twice—until his words slowly registered in my head and before I could even say ‘Jack’, he had crushed his lips against mine.
A strange heat coursed through me, rushing to my breasts and every sensitive part of me as my nipples hardened against my shirt while he devoured my mouth.
The kiss was claiming, possessive, and merciless.
His fingers were tangling with my hair—my brain— as the cold steel of the metal brushed against the nape of my neck. With one hand, he lifted me until my legs were wrapped around his waist.
His mouth dipped to my throat. “Miss Kitty ears, I am about to restrain you and fuck your brains out. It isn’t too late to say no—”
“—because as soon as you get on my bed. The word ‘no’ becomes a myth”
Those words. The feeling of his erection against my stomach sent my clit tingling.
With my arms looped around his neck. “I don’t want to say no. I want you to fuck me” I moaned against his mouth.
A smile—brief as it came—appeared on his face as he pivoted sharply and set me down on his bed.
I wanted him to fill me, leave me with no power as he cuffed my wrist and thrust into me.
The slight sound that came from…
My phone.
Damn. Kian’s mum was still on the phone. I thought I hung up on her. With my heart thumping hard in my chest, I slowly pulled the phone back to my ear.
She had already gone berserk. “I am not wrong, Neil. This woman is making out on the phone. I think she is with Daxton? Can you believe this? Kian is missing and just think of what they are doing”
“How sure are you that she isn’t faking this to get you off her back”
She yelled. “You should have heard all the dirty words they said. He is with her, I heard him—”
Daxton yanked the phone from my hand, turned it off, and tossed it away.
His erection brushed through my stomach as he cuffed my wrist above my head before his eyes locked back on mine. “Ready?”
“Yes”
The corner of his mouth tipped up before those eyes slowly darkened. “This is how this goes—“ His fingers grazed my hips as he peeled my panties down my thighs. “You are only allowed to moan when I ask you to. And you only come with my permission”
“Going against these rules would earn you some serious spanking on the ass, Miss Kitty Ears.”