Fierce Predator, page 8
He sat back down, tossed her over his lap, and flipped her dress up over her butt, making her squeal. Something about that sound and the sight of her already pinkened globes made his already hard cock even harder.
“I’m glad you aren’t wearing panties, you won’t be needing them again,” he growled.
“Yeah, I find the only thing Shiloh’s old ones are good for is stuffing them in her mouth as a gag,” said Mason. “Shiloh isn’t allowed to wear them either—so much more convenient that way.”
Logan laughed. “You guys are Neanderthals. Maybe I need to frequent the Rusty Pelican to troll for the right woman.”
“We haven’t got past the don’t do anything stupid, and when you do, there’s going to be consequences rule, but I suspect we will within short order,” said Zak, caressing her ass that still stung from his earlier discipline. “Logan and Mason figured as Nash and Flynn got to watch last time, it was their turn.”
“Yeah, but Mason shouldn’t get a turn,” said Logan.
“Why the fuck not?” Mason asked in a tone laced with amusement.
“Because you’ve got Shiloh waiting for you. So, when watching Trinity getting spanked makes you horny, you can just go back to your own woman and have her take care of the problem.”
“True enough.” Mason laughed. “Of course, if Shiloh finds out about this, I’ll end up having to spank her, but I guess that’s not the worst thing that could happen. Shit, Zak, can you get on with it? The rest of us have work to do.”
Trinity squirmed and tried to get away but couldn’t get any kind of purchase.
“Knock it off, Trinity. You’re not going to get away from me. You had the chance to behave and get off the boat with me like a good girl but chose to be a brat and kick me instead. You’ve fifteen hard swats coming to you, and you’re going to get each one. You’re going to count them out for me. Each time I spank you, I expect a count. Wait too long and that swat will be repeated. Do it a second time, and we start over. Clear?”
“I’ll scream,” she threatened. “Sound carries on the water at night.”
She had to get him to stop. Trinity was certain she couldn’t take another spanking from him. Zak wasn’t playing. He was spanking her to punish. She prayed to God he had no idea how hot it made her.
“True enough, but Nash and Flynn will tell them we have it under control,” said Mason, who seemed to be their leader.
“You’re in charge,” she railed at Mason. “Do something. Can’t you see I’m being forced?”
All three men chuckled, which was a little unnerving.
“What I see is a little girl throwing a tantrum, trying to get out of a spanking she’s got coming. If this doesn’t get her set to behave for a bit, I’d suggest a good strap,” advised Mason.
“Really?” asked Logan. “I prefer a crop. It leaves such a nice even set of welts.”
“Nah, I’m with Mason. I prefer leather—it leaves a nice welt and wraps around their ass so nicely. I like to think of it as giving them a kiss of fire,” said Zak, who was starting to scare her.
But if he scares me, why am I getting so turned on?
“That’s a discussion we can have at another time. I need to get this done and get Trinity back home.” He patted her upturned rump. “You ready?”
“No, I’m not ready. I’m never going to be—”
Zak cut off her sentence as he raised his hand and brought it down in a harsh strike, holding his hand against her flesh and waiting.
“I’m waiting, Trinity,” he said calmly.
Trinity remained silent.
“Let’s try again.”
There was a brief rush of uplifting air before his hand landed again.
“Two,” she gasped.
“No, baby, that was one. Let’s see if the third time isn’t the charm. We’re starting over again.”
That he meant to spank her another fifteen times was almost more than she could bear. There had to be a way to get him to stop, but at the moment, dread of what was to come crowded out all of her reasons.
Zak’s hand came down in a short, sharp arc, and she cried out in pain.
“One,” she got out between clenched teeth.
“That’s a good girl,” Zak crooned.
She squirmed, trying not to get away but to get situated. The only small comfort was that his spanking her seemed to have an effect on him as well. His hard cock pressed into her belly. He smacked her again, his hand resting on the spot as if to seal in the heat and radiating pain close.
“Two,” she cried, defeated.
He landed the third blow to the center of her ass.
“Three,” she said, trying to keep her tone neutral.
“Good girl,” he reassured her as he tattooed her ass with his discipline.
Each time his hand smacked her backside, she counted the number. Zak set himself into a solid rhythm for the next seven swats, each time waiting until she ground out the number before raising his hand and landing it again in another spot. He ensured each strike was separate and distinct, making sure she felt each and every one.
He landed the eleventh slap in the center of her bottom and allowed his finger to trail down the cleft of her ass, pressing lightly against her dark rosette before slipping between her legs and finding what she was sure he’d wanted—evidence of the effect he was having on her.
“Eleven.”
“Spread your legs, Trinity.”
“Why?” she argued.
“Because I said to,” he growled.
“I don’t know that she’s getting it figured out,” Logan sounded amused.
“She knows,” said Zak, “she’s just being stubborn. Do we need to start over Trinity?”
“No,” she wailed. He waited before she capitulated, relaxing her thighs to give him access.
She shivered as he traced her swollen and wet labia; her only solace was the increased throbbing of his hard cock beneath her. At least he was as affected as she was. She was soaking wet and getting more and more aroused.
“Well, at least she responds well to your discipline,” remarked Mason, making her cringe.
If only she could just die on the spot. With both men watching and her ass on fire, Zak shoved two fingers into her sopping pussy. She was so slick he had absolutely no trouble penetrating her to their full length. He thrust them in and out with a brutal, rapid rhythm. Her arousal spiked and sent heat and desire coursing through her body. Just as she reached the cusp, he removed his fingers and landed a swat each to the juncture of her ass and each thigh, then two swats to her exposed sex. The latter making a lewd splatting noise.
Trinity looked over her shoulder to see him looking straight down at her. Locking eyes with hers, he raised his fingers to his lips and sucked them deep into his mouth, bringing them back out so he could lick them.
“Fuck,” said Logan.
“Please,” she whispered brokenly.
“Not until we get home. I may punish you with an audience if the level of your disobedience warrants it, but I prefer to fuck in private. Although that’s not to say in some situations, we won’t be overheard.”
Trinity shuddered and collapsed over his hard thigh, fighting hard to hold back the tears.
“Now, you thank me for your discipline and before you think about it, disobey me again, and it’ll be another hard five to your juicy little pussy,” Zak said evenly.
She had no reason to doubt him. “Thank you for my discipline.”
“Sir.” There was a note of triumph in his voice. “Thank you for my discipline, Sir.”
She took a deep breath to keep from bursting into tears. What had started out as a day of pampering and pleasure had turned into a nightmare of blood, pain, and humiliation.
“Thank you for my discipline, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he purred. “Now, thank Logan and Mason for bearing witness.”
Another deep breath. She could get through this. “Thank you for bearing witness.”
“Excellent,” he droned on. “The next time you see Nash or Flynn, I expect you to thank them as well. Understand?”
When she remained silent, his hand crashed against her swollen sex, making her cry out.
“I asked you a question, little girl. When I ask you a question, I expect a respectful answer. Understand?” His voice had gone from seductive purr to commanding growl in the space of a heartbeat.
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s better. Up you get,” he said, running his hand over her heated and painful flesh, soothing and keeping her primed.
He helped her up off his lap, never so much as even loosening his grip on her arm. With his other hand, he helped her return her dress to cover her tender behind.
Trinity could feel her face burning with mortification. She knew Zak meant to take her someplace where he could fuck her hard and thoroughly, and to her shame, she wanted him to. She knew she should be planning an escape or retaliation, but that would need to wait until morning. She didn’t know why Zak had the power over her that he did. She just knew that tonight she needed him to feed the gnawing hunger he’d awakened with his discipline and dominance.
Chapter 12
Zak
He said their goodbyes, still laughing with the others before guiding her to his car. Trinity was quiet as he helped her climb in, her face reddened with shame as he fastened her safety belt and got into the driver’s seat, but her silence didn’t worry him. No doubt she was brooding on her predicament, trying to figure out what the hell had happened. Zak would have no problem explaining it to her—another time.
Now he just needed to get her back home, get her naked and plunge his desperate cock into that hot wet place his fingers had relished. He exhaled at the alluring idea. He’d been frantic for her during the spanking and ready to detonate when she’d accepted his digits. His years of military training had helped hone his self-discipline, but a few hours with Trinity had tested his mettle to the very limit.
“I can’t believe you did that.”
Her voice trembled with emotion as she squirmed uncomfortably on the passenger seat. No doubt his spanking had hurt like hell, her untamed ass wasn’t use to such punishment, but unless her behavior improved, it would have to get used to it.
“You deserved it.” He shifted gear. “I have no problem giving people what they deserve, little girl, and furthermore, you enjoyed it.”
“I did not.”
He glanced at her quickly, noticing the way she pressed her thighs together. “You’re lying.” Zak shook his head as his focus turned back to the road. “The next time you lie to me, you know where you’ll end up.”
“Is that your answer to everything?” Her back straightened. “Hear something you don’t like? Just haul the person over your lap and spank the hell out of them?”
Her tone oozed indignation.
“No.” Zak suppressed the laughter threatening to surface. “I reserve such treatment for beautiful women who should have figured out by now that she answers to my authority. I would suggest, little girl, that you don’t forget how to address me.”
She blew out a breath, refusing to meet his eyes. “You want me to call you Sir from now on?”
She balked. “Not a chance.”
A spike of energy loomed, knotting in his groin at her defiance.
“When I’m punishing you, yes, I do.” His hand encased her palm, squeezing it gently. “And when we’re together.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“You do want to.” He smiled, turning onto his road. One of the things he loved about his small apartment was its proximity to just about everywhere. “That’s the point, Trinity.”
“No one’s ever done that to me before.” She hesitated, her face screwing into a ball as if the next word left a bad taste in her mouth. “Sir.”
You don’t say? Zak’s eyebrow arched, though he didn’t vocalize the retort. He was glad she’d finally ceded. “But you needed it.”
It was more a statement than a question.
“You needed someone to take you in hand.” He pulled onto his drive.
“Someone, Sir?” She turned as he switched on the hand brake, meeting his gaze for the first time since their journey had started.
“Me.”
He released his safety belt, then hers, summoning her with his index finger. She shuffled to the edge of her seat, her heated face illuminated as the interior light flickered on.
“I won’t hurt you, Trinity.” His palm rose to her flaming flesh, cradling her face. Her skin was so soft and tantalizing. He couldn’t wait to be inside her again.
“You just did, Sir.” There was no accusation in her voice, only a glimmer of enticing fear and obvious arousal. “You hurt me back on the yacht.”
“No,” he corrected calmly. “I disciplined you. There is a difference.”
“Is there?” she croaked. “It didn’t feel like it.”
“Yes.” His other palm rose to caress her chin. “I would never do anything to harm you or cause long-term damage. I want to fucking ravish you, Trinity, but I won’t accept insolence.”
“Your way or the highway, huh?”
“That’s right, baby.” His lips curled. “I can reward good little girls, but I won’t hesitate to punish bad ones.”
Her eyes flickered closed at his verdict.
“Of course, you have the choice to opt-out if you prefer.”
Trinity’s gaze was on him again in a heartbeat. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I can drive you home if you don’t like my terms.” One hand lowered to her tiny palm.
He hoped to God she didn’t make that choice, but it was there for her. Zak might be an arrogant, dominant son of a bitch, but he would never force a woman into something she didn’t want. That wasn’t his, Mason’s, or any of the others’ style.
“Really?” Her voice was scarcely even a whisper.
“Is that what you want?”
The atmosphere in the vehicle had heightened, the petulant sexual tension intensifying into something almost visceral. Something with a will of its own. Zak wanted her. He desired Trinity more than any woman he could recall, but this was the point of no return—the moment she submitted and indulged both of their fantasies. Without her consent, there was nothing.
He held his breath, time protracting as he awaited her judgment.
“No.” Her voice had conviction when she finally spoke. “No, that’s not what I want, Sir.”
The relief he experienced was palpable, reverberating around his body and finishing at his throbbing cock.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “It’s just…”
“What?” He leaned closer, one hand shifting to her nape.
“I’m not used to this, Zak.”
“Used to what?” He dismissed the fact she hadn’t addressed him properly, keen to get to the bottom of what was truly on her mind.
“Submission.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not one of those women. I do what I like, when I like, and I enjoy my life that way. Sometimes I like a bit of pain with my sexual pleasure, but I’m not submissive.”
“Which is part of why your submission to me means so much more. I’m not demanding to keep you forever chained and naked in my place.” He gestured toward the building with a dark chuckle, repressing the idea of how good that actually sounded. “Only a night of scintillating sex where you do as you’re told.”
“Or get spanked if I don’t, Sir?” Her pupils dilated.
“That’s right.”
“Okay.” She managed a small smile, sucking her lower lip between her white teeth. “I’d like that, Sir.”
Zak’s balls contracted at her furtive flirtation. He was going out of his mind with lust, but he knew it was important to bide his time, to take things at her pace—at least until he got her through the front door.
“Me, too.” Pulling her closer, his lips brushed over hers. “I can’t wait to fucking have you again.”
“Oh God.” Her eyes flickered closed. “I think I’m going to explode.”
“Not until I say so, you aren’t.”
He winked at her before he swooped down, claiming her mouth with one long, punishing kiss. Trinity groaned, his mouth swallowing the gesture as he pinned her back against her seat.
“Wait there,” he growled, withdrawing before he slipped from the driver’s seat.
He raced around to her door, opened it, and signaled for her to join him. The air had grown colder since they left the yacht, or maybe his core body temperature was so damn hot, it just seemed that way. Reaching into his pocket, he found his apartment keys, then closed her car door with his foot, took her hand, and led her to the entrance.
“Face forward.”
He whispered into her ear, his arms snaking around her body to unlock the door. Breath ragged, she complied, her eyes darting to watch the key as it slid in the lock.
“Once I get you inside, I want you naked.” His words were a sexy snarl, and he hoped they turned her on as much as they aroused him. His hard length strained to be free from the fabric prison of his pants. “Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Trinity’s tone was laced with excitement, all trace of the petulant little girl he’d coaxed into the car at the harbor vanished.
“Good.”
He pushed the door open, motioning for her to go ahead as he retrieved the key and followed her inside, hanging his keys on the hook beside it. Switching on the light, he turned and shut the door, sliding the deadlock into place. The additional security feature was activated by his key, and only he had a copy. No one would leave without his knowing about it.
Zak spun on his heel to find her in a state of undress. The top half of her dress hung at her midriff as she wiggled the remainder of the sexy gown free of her hips.
“Fuck.”
He whistled, sliding his hands into his pockets as he enjoyed the show. It wasn’t the sleekest striptease he’d ever seen, but who gave a shit? Trinity was smoking hot and scrambling to bare herself for him. It was all his Christmases come at once.
Discarding the dress, she straightened, leaving it in a pool at her heels. Her gaze found his, the electricity between them sparking.
