“You do have a very busy brain,” he said, pressing a tender kiss against my forehead. “If your thoughts bother you, let me put them at ease.”
I knew Andrés was capable of making my mind go quiet. I’d found peace in his ropes, under his masterful hands.
And that power he held over me scared me, even as his touch aroused me.
He leaned in to capture my lips with his.
I turned my face away. “Wait.”
He frowned and lightly gripped my jaw to hold me in place. “No. I know what’s best for you. You’re upset. I’m going to make you feel better.”
“You can’t just kiss me and make everything okay,” I told him, even as my head tipped back slightly, my body already surrendering despite my protest.
“I can. But I don’t have to. I can distract you from your thoughts in other ways, if you don’t want me to kiss you.”
He shifted my body in his lap, turning me so my back pressed against his chest. He hooked my ankles around his calves and spread his legs, opening my thighs wide. One hand tangled in my hair and tugged to the side, exposing my neck. His teeth sank into my sensitive flesh, the flare of pain making my sex clench. He held me trapped in his harsh bite as his free hand skimmed over my breasts, his palm teasing my peaked nipples.
I cried out as sensation assailed me, my entire body lighting up with awareness. He growled his approval against me, and the sound rumbled over my skin, making it pebble and dance.
He finally released me from his bite, running his hot tongue over the little indentations his teeth had left in my skin. I moaned and tipped my head farther to the side, offering him better access to my neck. He pressed feather-light kisses along my throat, up to my ear before nipping at my lobe. His hand left my hair to trail down my waist, over my hip, moving down between my legs. He suddenly slapped my exposed pussy.
I shrieked at the sting that bloomed on my flesh, and I tried to close my legs. He bit down on my neck again and kept me spread wide, his legs keeping mine splayed apart.
I writhed, my ass grinding against his thick erection. He spanked my pussy a second time, and I whimpered, accepting that I couldn’t fight him.
His bite eased, and he resumed kissing my neck sweetly, even as his harsh hand smacked my tender labia. I groaned as dark pleasure settled over me, my thoughts floating away as I became lost to sensation. I was powerless to escape him, and bliss began to pulse through me as I slipped into submission.
“Are you still upset?” he murmured, his lips teasing the shell of my ear.
“What?” I struggled to gather my wits and focus on forming a coherent response. “No. I’m not upset. I’m…” I trailed off on a low moan when he traced around my clit in a little circular pattern.
“Horny?” he finished for me. “Does your wet little pussy want to be filled after being spanked?”
“Yes,” I begged on a ragged whisper. “Please.”
Suddenly, the world spun as his strong hands maneuvered my body. When everything settled into place, I found myself lying back on the mattress, staring up at him. The sight of him towering over me in his suit made lust pulse through my system. I remembered how alluring he’d been when he’d stood over me last night, wielding a crop.
He grinned down at me with savage pleasure. “I do like when you look at me like that, sirenita.” He reached for his zipper and freed himself from his slacks. I licked my lips, and he growled in satisfaction. “Are you as hungry for my cock as you were last night?”
I nodded, my mouth watering for him.
“But what about your pussy?” he asked, his voice dropping deeper, rougher. “I could have fucked you last night. But you weren’t aware enough to know what you would be agreeing to. You weren’t capable of knowing what you were begging for.” He began to stroke his shaft. “This is what you’re begging for. I’m going to fuck you, Samantha.”
Some of my euphoria ebbed, trepidation burning into my bliss. My body might be aching for him, but I wasn’t ready for this.
Was I?
“You have to beg me,” he said, his black eyes boring into mine as he imposed his will. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Andrés…”
Please teased at the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed it back. I didn’t want to lose my virginity like this: begging my captor to fuck me. It was twisted and wrong, and it felt like defeat. My arousal soured as I was reminded of the early days of my captivity, when he’d told me how he’d subjugate me.
“I can’t,” I said, my voice small. “I don’t want to. Not like this.”
He stared down at me, his jaw working. His dark eyes shuttered, and he abruptly tucked himself back into his slacks. I could still see his cock straining against the expensive material, but he turned sharply and started walking away from me.
“Wait,” I called out. “I didn’t mean…”