"I... Maybe."
"As they should." I didn't stop, the strap almost with a mind of its own, slapping her backside and the tops of her thighs in a calculated manner. Every part of my body was on fire, the longing intensifying until I was breathless. A mixture of desire and the most demanding need infused with my requirement to take her.
Discipline her.
Train her.
One day she would beg for her punishment, learning quickly that in doing so she would receive the ultimate in pleasure. I pressed my hand against her bottom, sucking in my breath from the feel of heat.
She lowered her head, gulping several breaths, her lovely long strands hiding her face.
I fisted her hair, yanking her head as I inched closer. "When you receive punishment, you will watch as required."
"Yes. Sir." Her voice was pinched, a hint of anger pushing against what I suspected was a longing for dominance, something she would never admit. Breaking her would take time.
I kept my hand wound around her hair as I smacked her with several additional strikes. She gritted her teeth, the grinding sound somehow floating above the music. There was no reason for the action to arouse me as much as it did, but my cock was pinched, the pain unlike anything I'd ever felt. I wasn't certain I wanted this to end, but my needs were too great.
Backing away, I moved to the other end of the cloth, controlling my breathing and placing the belt over the top of one of her canvases. In plain sight. "Come to me."
Caroline steadied herself, running her fingers through her hair before turning to study me once again. She dragged her tongue back and forth across around her lips then slowly dropped to her knees. The temptation had become the temptress. She crawled toward me, exaggerating her moves much like a giant cat, hunting for her own prey.
I waited, clenching my fists and digging my nails into my palms. The way she goaded me, seductive in every manner, held an air of control, something that would never happen again. But for tonight, I wanted to enjoy her prowess, to see just how far she'd go in her attempt to seduce.
When she was between my legs, she rubbed her hands up and down, using the slightest amount of pressure. As she brushed her face against my inner thigh, I yanked off my jacket, pitching it away. Her hands continued to roam, sliding up and down as she undulated her body. Purring, she pulled off one shoe then the other, her fingers sweeping across the tops of my feet.
Everything about the woman was surprising, the firestorm building from the darkest crevices of my mind, the angry beast from within. I should refuse to care about her. She was an object. A toy. Then why did I already have certain feelings for her?
She unfastened my pants, peeling away the edges. Within seconds, she'd removed them altogether. I dragged the shirt over my head, refusing to waste any additional time. She pressed a series of licks and kisses along my legs, moving from one to the other and completely ignoring my stiff cock. And every few seconds she purred, the sound soft and alluring.
My eyes were hazy, unfocused as she toyed with me, lapping at my skin with her raspy tongue. Very slowly she rose to her feet, kissing and sucking on my stomach then moving to my chest.
I heard the first strangled sound pushing past my own lips, as if I was the one losing control.
"What do you need?" she asked before swirling her tongue around first one nipple then the other.
I yanked her hair savagely, jerking her to her feet. "Whatever I want." Crushing my mouth over hers, the kiss wasn't about passion but my damning desire to own her.
Fill her.
Fuck her. There wasn't anything in my world that revolved around romance and she would soon learn this, one way or the other. I thrust my tongue inside as I cupped her buttocks with my other hand, dragging her as tightly against my heated body as possible. My cock jutted into her belly and the moan she managed infused my brutal hunger. I was famished, tainted by everything she offered. She was sweet and innocent, a direct opposite to the monster fueled and ready to devour her.
I was rough in my taking of her, my fingers digging into her skin as I drank her sweet essence. She clawed at me, wiggling her body. There would be no freedom, no getting away. She kicked out and within seconds there was a large clatter, the warmth of dripping liquid sliding down portions of my body. I broke the kiss, issuing a series of guttural sounds before licking around her mouth and moving to her jaw.
Paint was everywhere, covering our bodies, splattering the cloth. She ran her hands up along my arms, dragging globs of paint and mixing into my hair. Amused, her sparkling laughter floated toward the rafters. I was incensed but so damn turned on. She wrapped her leg around mine, whimpering as I bit down on her neck. We were entwined together, our bodies locked in a match of dominance.
She wouldn't win but in her trying, I knew what had to be done, my mind reeling from the pain I would inflict, the pleasure I would exact. My heart raced to the point I heard echoes in my ears. Every inch of my body was alive, invigorated by her laughter and passion. I yanked her hair again, growling as I slid my mouth to her breasts, sucking and biting on her nipple.
"Oh. Yes... I..." Her sounds were muffled, her body quivering. I adored the way her nails dug into my skin, scratching as she attempted to get out of my firm hold. She'd become a wildcat, refusing to give in.
The taste of her was incredible, filling my mouth. I could only imagine her sweet pussy juice sliding down my throat. She continued to wiggle in my arms, slapping against them until I'd had enough. I slid both hands under her bottom and lifted, impaling her with the entire length of my cock. The way her pussy muscles stretched, taking every inch and pulsing around me was almost too much to take. She was so wet, tight, and hot.
"Oh!" Her screech was high pitched, her mouth forming a rounded 'O' as she panted and squirmed. "Fuck. Fuck!"
I pumped her up and down, snarling as I held her, my muscles straining as her skin slipped against mine. Paint continued to ooze, slip-sliding all across our skin.
Caroline held the back of my neck, her eyes wild with desire. She continued fighting me, even as a slight smile remained on her face. I forced her legs around my hips, smacking her bottom twice until she glared into my eyes. "You don't own me."
"That's where you're wrong."
A game. She had no idea who she was playing with.
Everything about this woman needed to be tamed.
Refusing to let her go, I used the power of my upper thighs to thrust in a brutal manner. I was insane with need.
She finally lolled her head against me, taking several deep breaths. "Oh... God."
Easing her feet onto the floor, I pushed her shoulder. The second she dropped to her knees, she scuttled backward, crawling through the paint, the same look of strong conviction on her face.
The same glint in her eyes.
No one was going to take her.
She had no idea what I was capable of.
She turned, jerking onto all fours and crawling across the cloth. Vibrant splotches of paint were everywhere, covering her luscious body, the cloth, and the floor. I was shaking from the intensity of my desire, my need to fill her with my seed. This woman was infuriating. Captivating.