I rubbed my wrist. He hadn’t hurt me. But I was still pretty scared.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not going to beat you.”
He stepped closer, running his hands over my shoulders.
“Ever.”
“Okay.”
“I am tempted to put you over my knee.”
I exhaled nervously.
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s a good start.”
“I didn’t mean to worry you. We’ve been going stir crazy. And Kelly didn’t think it was such a big deal…”
He was nodded but there were thunderclouds in his eyes. He was still mad. Crap.
“Did it ever occur to you that there was a very good reason for asking you to lay low for a bit?”
Oh crap.
“Um, yes. I mean, I think so?”
I was babbling like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
Shut up, Michelle. Just be quiet.
“No, you didn’t. If you trusted me, you wouldn’t have ignored my request. And now we are going to reinforce how foolish that was.”
“We are?”
He nodded with a slow smile. It wasn’t a nice smile.
“We are.”
“Oh, okay.”
“That’s good, Michelle. Take your medicine like a good girl.”
That’s when I really started to worry about what he had planned.
He scooped me up and carried me down the hallway to the bedroom.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Mason
“Now. Where should we start?”
I was standing over the bed, surveying my handiwork. Michelle was on her hands and knees with her legs tied together at the knees and ankles. Her elbows and wrists were similarly tied.
The only good part about this situation was the fact that she was naked. And she looked so hot tied up like that, it was making it hard for me to be stern. But I had to. I had to make sure she understood.
I knew her position was precarious. I knew she was nervous. And I knew I was probably going to enjoy what was about to happen in a twisted way. That’s how upset I was.
I ran my hand over her smooth haunch and felt my cock lurch in response. She was so unbelievably gorgeous. I didn’t want to hurt her.
But she needed to be punished.
There had been another murder last week. An old school club guy from the Hell Raisers. But that wasn’t the scary part. His wife had been found a few days later, chopped up and burned like the rest.
In fact, her murder was more brutal than most of them. It took a particularly twisted fuck to hurt a woman, never mind torture her.
It was getting worse.
And it was getting closer.
Closer to the people I loved. Closer to Michelle. She had to be protected. She had to let me protect her.
That the killer went after a wife was showing just how far he would go. Families were considered sacred. Especially old ladies, grannies and kids.
This guy didn’t respect any of the unspoken rules.
Or human decency.
He was a twisted fuck and he might come after Michelle.
So I had to be firm. Harsh. Methodical.
I circled my palm on her juicy ass. Then I lifted it, and brought it down with a hard thwap.
She whimpered. I knew it stung. I also wondered it was making her wet. I slid a finger into her bare pussy just to be sure.
Jesus, she was soaked.
That was…. interesting.
I brought my hand down again and she moaned. That one was definitely pain and pleasure commingled. I wasn’t doing it hard enough to leave a mark, but her ass was turning a nice and rosy shade of red.
I spent a little time playing with her slippery wet pussy. Then I spanked her again. And again.
“Are you going to run off on me again?”
“I wasn’t running!”
I smacked her even harder this time. I used my hands to make my point. A hard slap between every word I said.
“Are you. Going to. Disappear like that on me again?”
“No!”
I rubbed her gorgeous ass as a reward.
“Are you going to trust that I have your best interests at heart?”
“Yes.”
I had my hand lifted and then I realized I didn’t want to spank her again. It was a little more rough than playful and I was angry enough that I was worried I might hurt her. But if she ever wanted to try it when I wasn’t upset… well, I would be more than interested.
Especially, considering how sopping wet her pussy was.
I pulled my pants off and lined my cock up with her silky folds. I put one hand on her ass and grabbed her hair with the other.
“Fuck!”
I grunted as I slid deep inside her with one thrust. I was going to fuck her hard. Later I’d be gentle. But I was still scared from finding the house empty. Still furious at how helpless that made me feel.
“Hmmm… Christ, Michelle, you shouldn’t feel this good.”
She whimpered as I pulled her hair back a little more, arching her back. She looked hotter than the fourth of July in that position.