Chapter 23

Morgan

As soon as we walked into Hunter's penthouse, the tension between us was heightened to another level.

I understood his need to protect me, but the way he was going about it was wrong. I had to find a way to make him see that there was another way, a better way.

"Hunter, please. Don't do anything foolish," I tried.

"Little girl, this is the end of this discussion. Keep fighting me on this, and I'll make sure that you feel the sting of my hand on that gorgeous little ass," he threatened and despite everything in me, my body warmed with heated desire.

"You can't do this. It's not right," I protested.

"No, what's not right is you continuing to disobey me. Do you need me to take off my belt again? Do you need that defiant little asshole fucked until you're very sore and very sorry?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

I shook my head, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal. "I just don't want you to do something you'll regret."

"What did I say, naughty girl?" he warned.

"You won't change your mind?" I asked, a last-ditch effort.

"No. I will not. Now get in that bedroom, take off all of your clothes, and get your ass in the corner with your nose in it," he ordered.

"In the corner?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, little girl. You are about to get a nice, long, hard, well-deserved spanking, and if I have to come and get you, you won't sit comfortably for a week."

I pouted and he took a step towards me. With a nervous cry, I scampered away to the bedroom and shut the door behind me. I looked down at the lock for the briefest of seconds, but I didn't turn it. There was no doubt in my mind that he'd kick the door down to get to me. I turned back to the bedroom and stared at the one free corner in the room.

It felt kind of deliciously naughty knowing he was making me put my nose in the corner like a little girl about to get a spanking from her daddy, and I shivered with fear even as my clit thrummed with need.

My bottom hole clenched.

Would he fuck that again too?

I didn't even know why I questioned it.

I knew he would, and that was exactly why my body was pulsing with desire. Despite the pain, a deep shameful part of me had enjoyed having his cock in my bottom, and that same part kind of wanted it to happen again.

Nervously, I stripped off my clothes, letting them pool on the floor before padding over to the corner. The wood felt cold under my bare feet. My nipples stiffened in the cool air.

I stood facing the wall, awkwardly putting my nose in the corner and waiting for him to arrive.

He took his sweet time, and I spent several minutes wallowing in my desire and my nerves. By the time I finally heard his footfalls outside the room, my pussy was practically dripping with arousal. When the door opened, I whimpered softly, anxious and excited and everything in between.

"My perfect little slut, look at you. Look at how beautiful you are."

I sucked in a breath as I felt him stand behind me, his body so close that I could feel the heat radiating off of him. He moved even closer, and I felt his chest press against my back.

"Let me get one thing straight before I take you over my knee, my sweet girl. When it comes to matters of your safety, I will not back down. I will not relent. I will do whatever it takes, and I will not apologize for it. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," I whispered, my stomach churning.

"Good. Now, tell me why you're about to get a spanking, naughty girl."

"Because I disobeyed you," I murmured, a single drop of arousal sliding down my thigh and leaving a cool rush of air in its wake.

Why was this turning me on so much? Did I want him to punish me? What was wrong with me?

"That's right. And why else are you going over my knee, my perfect little slut?"

"Because I continued to fight you even after you warned me," I replied, feeling another shiver of pleasure pass through my body.

"Very good, sweet girl. I think you're starting to learn," he murmured, and I felt his lips brush the side of my neck.

His fingers grazed against my bare bottom and then along the side of my hip, up and down, and my abs clenched tight.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, and my heart skipped a beat as I did as I was told, widening my stance until my knees were shoulder-width apart.

I closed my eyes, more than aware of how utterly soaked I was for him.

"Look at that pretty cunt, glistening and dripping for me. Reach down and see for yourself, naughty girl."

I did as he said, sliding a single finger through my arousal and finding it just as he said. Drenched and dripping. I felt a fresh wave of embarrassment and shame, and I almost lost my balance, but he was there to steady me.

"Please…" I begged.

"You see, there's something I've learned about you, my perfect little slut. You need me to spank you very, very hard sometimes, and do you know how I know this?"

"No, sir," I said, my voice quivering.

"Your soaking wet pussy tells me this is what you need, my dirty girl, and do you know what else?"

"What, sir?" I asked, my fingers trembling so hard I had to press them against the wall.

"Your pussy has never been wetter than when I fucked that pretty little asshole of yours, so do you know what is going to happen after I spank you?" he asked, and a shiver of arousal coursed down the length of my spine in waves.

"Please, sir," I pleaded.

"Say it, my needy little slut," he demanded.

"You're going to fuck my ass," I whispered, my voice hoarse with fearful desire.

"That's right. It is time for your punishment. Come over here, little girl," he instructed.

With a whimper, I turned around to face him, my body shaking with equal parts anxiety and arousal. His hand gently grasped my wrist and pulled me to him.

His stormy blue eyes found my own, and I gazed up at him before his lips descended down, devouring mine.

I melted into him, a small sigh escaping my mouth.

"So fucking sweet," he murmured against my lips.

My heart pounded wildly, and a soft moan escaped me as his tongue explored the contours of my mouth. Without breaking the kiss, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me over to the bed.

My pussy throbbed with need, and I felt a fresh wave of wetness coat my thighs. Then, he easily flipped me over so that my belly pressed against his thighs. When his hand brushed against my bare ass, I stiffened for but a moment before I relaxed.

True, this might be a punishment, but I knew he was going to make me come hard when it was all over.

And I knew I was safe with him.

"I'm going to warm you up with my hand first, and then we will use the cane," he explained.

My stomach churned with fearful desire, and I couldn't help but clench my ass in anticipation. His hand grazed back and forth, teasing and taunting me with pleasure just beyond reach. Inadvertently, I lifted my hips and his fingers slipped between my thighs.

"Even wetter," he murmured, and I blushed, my face red hot.

I knew that if I spoke, it would be to plead for more, so instead, I pressed my lips together, biting back the urge.

"You're such a needy little slut," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

His fingers dipped lower, teasing my entrance, and then his thumb brushed across my clit. My pussy clenched hard, and I moaned as he slid his fingers inside me, pumping slowly, stretching me out. As soon as I was really beginning to enjoy myself, he pulled his fingers free from me and wiped my arousal across my ass cheeks.

My face flamed red-hot with my shame.

He slapped his hand against my skin.

My entire body tensed as the sharp pain bloomed across my bottom, and I gasped as the first blow stung my skin.

The second smack landed right below the first, and I clenched my hands into fists.

In an instant, pain billowed out across my left cheek, far more intense than I remembered, and I sucked in a breath. I wanted to stay quiet, but as a third connected with my right cheek, I couldn't stop a small cry from falling off my lips.

His hand came down hard again and again, and each time, the sharp sting sent a bolt of electricity directly to my clit. My pussy tightened and his palm peppered against my bare ass far more firmly than I thought it would. His aim was impeccable, and he managed to cover every inch of skin evenly, leaving no area untouched no matter how much I wiggled and squirmed.

And it hurt.

A lot.

"Sir," I tried.

"I've hardly even begun, my naughty girl," he answered, and then he started to thrash the backs of my thighs. I cried out, his hand coming down harder, his rhythm never slowing, and the burning heat of my skin became almost unbearable.

Almost.

Because it was also turning me on.

More than anything.

I could feel each zinging jolt to my clit, especially when he smacked directly on top of my pussy several times. I couldn't stop myself from moaning out loud, and that made him pause for just a moment.

"Are you enjoying your punishment, my needy little whore?" he asked, his expectation clear.

"Yes, sir," I wailed, and the stinging spanks somehow got even firmer. He was punishing me, but I couldn't control how the delicious agony was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm with every brutal strike.

It was too much.

It wasn't enough.

I needed more.

He continued his punishing onslaught, his firm grip holding me in place and keeping me immobile and completely at his mercy. His hand cracked against my skin, the force of his strikes increasing, and I squirmed and writhed and fought against his grip, but it was no use.

I wasn't going to escape this, not even a single swat, and my pussy pulsed at the knowledge of that.

Finally, he slowed his pace and stopped, giving me a reprieve and rubbing the sore, aching skin.

But it wasn't over yet.

No, not by a long shot.

His fingers slipped back in between my thighs, finding my clit with an expert touch, and brushing over it just lightly enough to tease me. My eyes rolled back, and I pushed myself against him, wanting more.

"So wet," he growled. "So needy and ready."

He moved his hand back, delivering a series of swift, sharp blows to my naked ass, making me quiver and moan and thrash over his thighs. His hand grasped my waist, pinning me firmly in place as he continued spanking me harder than he ever had before.

Every smack of his hand on my ass was an exquisite torment, sending a fiery pain radiating through my tender flesh, yet stoking the flames of my arousal at the same time. I writhed and bucked, struggling against his hold, but his grip was unyielding.

And I loved every minute of it.

Then, when he was finally ready, he stopped, cleared his throat, and grazed his palm over the expanse of my bare skin.

"Now, naughty girl, I think it's time for your boss to introduce you to the cane."

I swallowed hard, anticipation and fear rising inside me in equal measure. Even though I had no experience, I knew the cane was going to hurt, and I was dreading the bite of the slender, flexible wood on my bare skin, but there was an even more wicked part of me that wanted to wear his mark, that wanted the welts the cane would leave behind just like the ones he'd left with his belt.

I shivered as he lifted me from his lap and bent me over the bed. My toes barely reached the ground, leaving me feeling small and naughty and incredibly needy. I heard him move behind me and open a drawer, and then he pushed it closed and strode back over to me.

He grabbed my hips, holding me in place, and then the smooth, rounded tip of the cane touched my naked skin, and I held my breath.

He didn't strike me with it right away. Instead, he grazed the length of it over my skin and lightly tapped it against my bottom a few times before pressing it back into place.

Then he pulled back and swished the cane loudly through the air beside me. The sound alone was enough to make me jump, and I bit my lip to keep my cry of alarm quiet.

Then he settled the cane back in place once more.

"Now, needy girl, I'm going to check to see how wet you are after your caning, and if you're even wetter than you are now, then I'm going to take your bottom fast and hard, just the way I suspect you need tonight."

He drew back the cane, and it cracked cross the middle of my ass cheeks, the pain sharp and stinging. A line of fire erupted across my flesh, far more intense than his hand or his belt, and I arched into the pain. My body rolled, writhing as a wave of agony intensified and the welt rose on my bare flesh.

It hurt.

So much.

"Please, sir," I whimpered.

"Tell me, naughty girl, tell me what you want."

"I want…"

"Tell me," he demanded.

"More," I whispered, my voice hoarse and trembling.

I felt his hand on the small of my back, and then he swished the cane back and then forward, connecting with my bare bottom, and I cried out, a long, loud, piercing sound that echoed throughout the room.

Again the blazing fire swelled and faded only for another strike of the cane to fall just below the first two. Then two more followed.

My ass was aflame, the welts and the bruises rising, and yet, he continued to whip me until I was begging him for mercy.

My pussy was just as inflamed as my ass.

With his every blow, my arousal grew, the pleasure mixing with the pain until I couldn't distinguish one from the other. I was teetering on the edge, desperate for release, but knowing that I wasn't going to come until he allowed it.

Then he struck me several times on the backs of my thighs, and tears welled in my eyes. The sting was far greater than anything I'd ever felt before, and just as the first sob wracked my body, he tossed the cane aside and slipped his fingers between my thighs.

"So fucking wet," he groaned.

His fingers circled around my clit, and my back arched, a low moan escaping my lips. I could feel the wetness coating my thighs, the evidence of my arousal, and my face burned with shame and lust.

"Tell me, needy girl. How do you need to come?" he coaxed, all while his fingers were circling my clit, slowly and surely and so teasingly light that I couldn't quite get over the edge. I moaned, desperate for his cock to fill me.

I could feel him straining through his pants, his cock hard and thick, and I could barely stand it anymore.

"Please," I begged, the words spilling from my lips.

"Tell me," he urged.

I knew what I needed, but it felt almost too shameful to say out loud.

"I need to come with your cock in my ass," I begged.

"Your wish is my command, naughty girl," he replied, and he pushed me down onto the bed, my breasts pressing against the sheets. My nipples hardened as he grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them wide apart with a single hand.

My pussy clenched, and a fresh wave of arousal dripped down my thighs.

He didn't prepare me, not with his fingers and not with the plug.

I knew this time, I was just going to get his cock.

He squirted lube onto my waiting asshole, and then the head of his cock was pressing against the tight ring of muscle, and he thrust forward, without mercy and without remorse.

My mouth fell open, and a strangled cry escaped me as his cock stretched my asshole. The burning sensation was sharp and deeply painful, but there was a bite of pleasure that ultimately followed. He thrust another inch inside of me, and the agonizing burn intensified, radiating up and down my spine with blazing fervor until it began to fade, at least until he drove more of his thick length into me.

My sore asshole took every inch of him even as my body fought against the foreign intrusion.

I moaned, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming me.

"Does my dirty little girl need me to go slow?" he teased, his voice dripping with lust.

"No, sir. I need you to fuck my ass," I begged.

And he listened.

He thrust his hips, driving his cock all the way inside of me. My body stiffened, the pain nearly unbearable, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure building deep inside of me. I keened, but there was nothing for me to do but take it.

I'd wanted this, and now I was getting exactly what I needed.

He fucked my ass hard and fast. I pushed back against him, taking his cock deeper inside of me with each thrust, and I reveled in the sweet ache of it. The pain and the pleasure swirled together, heightening every sensation, and I was drowning in the intoxicating ecstasy of it all.

Then he grabbed my hips, yanked me backwards, and slid his hand down until it was cupping my pussy.

Roughly, his fingers circled my clit, and before I knew what was happening, my orgasm slammed into me.

The waves of pleasure crashed over me, and I screamed out his name, my entire body trembling with the force of my release. He continued thrusting inside of me, riding out the last dregs of my first orgasm until my moans faded, and then he started fucking me harder.

I knew my ordeal was far from over and I was going to come a great many more times before he was through with me.

He fucked me hard and fast, his cock slamming into me, and his fingers circling my clit. Every touch was electrifying, and I found myself quickly climbing again.

I lost track of time as he kept me in a state of suspended bliss. I flew higher and higher, and then I was falling, again and again as pain and pleasure swirled within me, taking me by storm and not letting me go.

And it was glorious.

I shattered hard as his cock thrust in and out of my asshole. My head whirled with exquisite, agonizing ecstasy, sweet and hard and everything I needed and ever wanted.

It was absolutely perfect.

He thrust harder and deeper, and I moaned, the sensations almost too much for me to handle. His fingers never slowed, his rhythm never faltered, and he kept his pace steady.

It wasn't long before I was coming again, my entire body trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over me like tidal waves crashing against the sand.

Then he leaned over me and brushed his lips against my ear.

"I love you, Morgan," he whispered, and then his cock throbbed and emptied inside my asshole.

As his cock spurted hot and hard inside me, I came again.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't think.

I couldn't do anything except surrender myself to him.

"I love you too, sir," I whimpered, and then his arms surrounded me, lifting me up off the floor. He lay me down on the bed with his cock still inside my asshole as my body throbbed all around him.

I couldn't have asked for anything more.