“Dax!” I cried, stunned by the surprising burn of his palm against my ass.
“Leave your hands where they are. Ass out.”
“I will not let you—”
Smack!
“You are not letting me do anything. I am giving you the spanking you need and you have no choice.”
His hands came around to the front of my pants and worked them open, then tugged them down along with my panties over my hips, then left them around my thighs. I felt cool air on my bare ass and I knew it stuck out for him to see.
“Dax!” I cried again, feeling more vulnerable than ever.
He didn’t leave me like that for long, but began to spank me then, swatting one side of my ass, then the other, never hitting the same place twice. It wasn’t overly hard, for I could only imagine how hard he could truly strike if he wanted. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, that my skin wasn’t heating up like fire.
“I am here for you. I’m not leaving you. I will find your brother. I will take care of you. I know what you need. You will not lie to me. You will not speak to me in a disrespectful tone. You will not deny your body’s needs or our match again.” He struck over and over as the tears streamed down my face in a river of anguish I felt like I’d bottled up for years, each swat of his hand like an emotional grenade as my control snapped.
I clenched my fingers on the wall, but had no purchase. “Dax!” I cried yet again, but now my voice was filled with raw emotion, not anger.
“No one is coming into this room. No one can see us. No one will think you are weak. Stop trying to deny what you need. Stop hiding from me. Let go.”
I shook my head then. “No.”
His hand stopped briefly, stroked over my heated flesh. “Ah, Sarah Mills, say these words: I don’t always have to be strong.”
After a minute, his hand patiently caressing my heated skin, I finally whispered, “I don’t always have to be strong.”
“Good girl.” He spanked me again and I startled. “I will be honest with my mate and myself.”
I repeated his words.
“I can trust that my mate will take care of me.”
I said those too and the spanking, in my mind, changed to something else. He wasn’t slapping my ass because he was punishing me, he was doing it because he had recognized something in me I’d never known existed. I had no idea how or why I needed a spanking, but just knowing that I was bent over and Dax was giving me no choice in it, that he was making me forget about everything, was liberating. The stinging swats had a wonderful ability to shut off my mind and I could trust that he was watching out for me. No harm would come to me as he did this. No one would see that my ass was bare and probably turning bright red. No one would see the tears on my cheeks. No one would see me, no one but Dax.
He wasn’t laughing at me. He wasn’t thinking I was weak. He was giving me a moment where nothing could hurt me and I could just forget it all. He was helping me release pent-up stress and emotions I wasn’t even aware had been choking me. Regret. Fear. Rage. Guilt. It was all in there, swirling like a tempest in my chest, pouring out of me in the tears streaming down my cheeks until I was empty, but calm, like the sea after a storm.
“I belong to Dax and he belongs to me,” Dax added.
I repeated the words, too tired to fight him or my own body’s desire. But his next words changed the mood in the room from calm to hot in the blink of an eye.
“Dax is mine. His cock is mine.”
I almost groaned at the dark tone of his words, my thoughts drifting to images of him fucking me from behind, right here, right now, in this stupid little closet. I repeated his words and the spanking stopped. I thought he was done, but his hand cupped my hot flesh, then slipped between my legs, over my folds to explore the heat I knew he’d find. He growled when his fingers encountered the wet welcome.
“My pussy belongs to Dax.”
I gasped as he slid two fingers inside me, then repeated the words. He leaned over my back so that his massive form pressed into me.
“You’re dripping wet, mate. I could fuck you now. Right now.”
His fingers slipped in and out of my empty core and I arched my back. All his carnal words had me primed for him. That kiss, his hands on me, even the spanking, made me eager for him. I knew that he would take care of me, that in this moment, I had to think of nothing but his fingers deep inside of me.
“You were a good girl and took your spanking so well. Now you can come.”
I groaned around a sob as he fucked me with his fingers, using two to stretch me open and one to rub my clit. As my tears dried, my mind blissfully empty for the first time in months, my body took over, needing release. Needing Dax to fuck me. I cried out as the first orgasm rolled over and through me, Dax’s thrust so hard and deep my feet nearly left the floor. It was impossible to remain quiet as the walls of my pussy went into a full spasm around his fingers, greedy for more. My sweaty fingers slipped down the wall and Dax wrapped his free arm around my waist, lifting me up until I was suspended in midair, my back to his chest, his fingers deep inside me.