Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

B eckham

After leaving, I hung my head, laughing softly to myself. The woman was certainly more than a handful. Jesus Christ.

She had a way of picking me apart with her eyes, something that stymied me. Especially when her personality would flip and she'd have the heated look of a viper.

An image of the practiced way she'd held her weapon was a powerful reminder she wasn't just like any other beautiful girl I'd had experience with. She was more than just formidable, pushing every button with ease.

Goddamn, I found that hot as shit in a woman.

A tiny part of me spent a few seconds envisioning her in a bloody cage fight where she was fighting two big strong oxen for men, easily breaking both their arms. My, oh, my. Didn't that just turn me on? In fact, I wasn't certain I'd ever felt this hot and bothered.

I jogged down the stairs, a loopy smile remaining on my face. She was also one of the most amusing women I'd dealt with as well. She truly believed somewhere in that big brain of hers that she could be in control. Only when I was halfway down did I stop hearing her curses, calling me every name in the book. To some, this might seem harsh, but she truly wasn't catching on that every time she fought me, she was taking valuable time from attempting to find out who was behind the attacks.

Did I enjoy our banter? Of course I did. It kept my libido high, the desire reaching a place I'd never felt before. I liked the natural high as much as I liked the girl, but she was certainly infuriating. As I headed to my bedroom and the special cabinet I'd purchased, I wiped the water from my face.

It was time to figure out the best way to get to her. Since I planned on hunting for information in the morning, I hoped her time spent in incarceration would ultimately get to her, calming her little butt down.

I headed into my room, removing my watch and placing it on my dresser. I wasn't going to give her any ammunition to use, including smashing my beloved watch. She wasn't spiteful but was still trying to regain power. I had a smile on my face as I rolled up my sleeves, ready to slide into some jeans instead. It had been one hell of a long day.

After changing, I didn't bother with shoes, instead selecting what I knew would be the perfect implement to show her I meant business.

It had been a long time since I'd been in the cabinet, the collection I'd amassed over the years something I'd been proud of. That was when I'd had time to be a playboy, not the ruler of a billion-dollar regime.

Maybe a little BDSM was exactly what I was missing in my life.

I allowed myself to take a few moments to reminisce over the various pieces, all of which I'd purchased from serious collectors. I had various canes and tawses, ugly looking whips and paddles of every size, shape, and composition. I even had a pair of regulation handcuffs. If she wasn't careful, I'd shackle her to the bed every single night.

Now that could be fun.

Not today. Today was about punishment only, nothing more. After ensuring I had the key, I grabbed a tawse and returned to the stairs, taking my time walking up the flight. As soon as I was by the door, I listened for any sounds. The only other thing she could do was toss the partially empty bottle at my face. I'd kept her in the trunk long enough to have all sharp objects removed.

It was a good thing I'd had the forethought to do so.

I unlocked the door, shoving the key inside before cracking it open then kicking it the rest of the way. To my shock and delight, she'd followed my orders, only turning her head in my direction when I walked in. This time, I closed the door behind us. I wasn't in the mood for a single interruption from anyone, no matter the reason.

"I'm surprised and pleased. You're being a very good girl."

She smirked in response, which was so like the feisty woman. I couldn't help myself as I moved closer, cracking the implement against my palm while I approached. She eyed me warily and was doing everything in her power to keep from acting like she was bothered in the least.

But I could tell she was.

When I closed the distance, I took my time brushing my fingers down her long spine. It allowed me to gather an intense whiff of her natural perfume. For all the hatred she'd spewed at me, she was certainly excited as well.

I found myself longing to do nothing more than stroke her soft skin, allowing myself to bask in her beauty, but the truth was if she continued with this behavior, all our lives would be placed in jeopardy. I tapped her bottom and she threw me a rebellious look, but if I didn't know better, I'd say she was simply doing so to keep up with her act.

"Twenty strikes will be appropriate for tonight, but I assure you that if you repeat the offense, the number will be doubled. And doubled again if necessary. I think you can do the math. Stay in position."

"You like playing God, don't you?"

If she'd asked me that question even a year ago, I would have said yes. Now I was at the point where I'd grown weary of the old ways, the need to remain on guard twenty-four/seven. It was taxing, usually exhausting where I'd once been exhilarated every day. Maybe I was getting too old to play ruthless games.

"Why, yes, I do." Why not give her what she wanted? I rubbed one side of her rounded bottom then the other before issuing a single strike across both ass cheeks.

"Ouch!" She jerked up, panting. I pressed my hand against the small of her back, easing her back into position.

For emphasis and fun, I wagged my finger at her. "Do I need to explain the rules to you all over again?"

"To hell with you."

Her response delighted me as everything else about her did. I brought the tawse down four times, making certain she felt every single strike. While she wiggled and moaned, cursing under her breath, she was holding her own. I was very proud of her ability to remain where she was.

I took my time, pacing the room and building the anticipation. Two full minutes passed and I sensed she was getting antsy.

"Get on with it," she barked.

"My terms, sweetheart." I could tell she was ready to spout off some crap to me but thought better of it, instead burying her face into the comforter.

My attraction to her was more intense than before, the need to consume every inch, to lick her luxuriously not something I was used to needing. But as with everything else about the beautiful woman, she simply caught me off guard far too often.

I brought the strap down again. And again, taking just a few seconds to brush my fingertips across her already heated skin. The warm pink marks wouldn't remain on her skin but for so long, just enough time that sitting would be very uncomfortable for a little while. I caressed one side then the other before striking the tops of her thighs three times in rapid succession.

Now she kicked out, sucking in her breath. She was blinking rapidly, so much so I could tell she had tears in her eyes. "You will… never do… this to me… again."

"I guess that depends on your ability to follow the rules. Doesn't it?" I might be a sadist, or at least I had been in my playboy days, but I found myself wanting this to be over with. Why? Because I wanted to fuck her like some crazed wild animal.

I continued the strapping, trying to concentrate on what I was doing when the scent of her desire was making it nearly impossible. Very few women got off on being punished. Then again, she wasn't like any other woman I'd ever met.

One strike, two and three and my hand was itching to drive my fingers deep inside her wet pussy. Her swollen lips were glistening even in the ridiculously dim lighting. I hated keeping her inside this room, but lessons learned were very important.

Or so I continued to tell myself.

I'd lost count but decided on four additional cracks of the tawse, one coming immediately after the other. When I was finished, I was surprised to find a single bead of sweat rolling down the side of my face. Certainly not from exertion. I almost laughed as I rubbed the bead between two fingers.

"We're finished," I told her, tossing the tawse across the room. Hurting her wasn't something I wanted to do. Wasn't that the strangest aspect of all?

Kenya thumped down on the bed, burying her face as she'd done before but I could hear her cursing still, which gave me a huge smile. She even pounded her fists on the bed for emphasis before finally rising onto her hands, struggling to get to her knees.

I stood in the same place trying to catch my breath, raking both hands through my hair. Shit. It was even a little damp at the scalp. What the hell?

In yet another surprising move, she dropped her head before issuing a hard kick to my gut. I was shocked not only by her audacity but also because the fucking maneuver hurt like hell. I was pitched backward, my leg colliding with the small table near the chair. Down I went hard and fast, the wind knocked out of me.

My little fighter was suddenly like some ninja, pouncing on me with the agility of a pro wrestler. She was smiling as she tried to beat me in the face, her eyes lit up like firecrackers. Nothing should shock me around the girl any longer, but this had.

I managed to grab her wrists, barely preventing her from punching me in the face.

"Not so fast, little girl." I rolled her over, pinning her to the floor where she grinned like some crazed woman. But true to form, she was stronger than she looked, wrapping her legs around mine and rolling us back in the opposite direction. She kept her knees cinched against mine, yanking my arms over my head as I'd done to her before.

Her long hair stroked my face, her luscious lips all I could think about. She lowered her head until our lips were almost touching. "You will never get the better of me, sexy man. I am your match."

"One made in heaven?"

Her laugh was throaty, deep, and the kind that tightened my balls. Oh, yeah. I would fuck her until standing wasn't a thought in her mind any longer.

She hovered over me, blowing several swaths of hot air, acting as if she'd won a round. I couldn't allow her to have all the fun, managing to free a single arm, fisting her hair at the scalp and forcing her to kiss me. The moment our lips were crushed together, she did her best to slip from my grasp.

But the electricity, the burning connection we felt won over as it had done before. Suddenly, we were both frantic to take control, the woman pushing her tongue into my mouth. However, she would soon learn that I would never take a backseat to anyone, no matter how beautiful or beguiling.

As the kiss became more explosive, I rolled her over once again, grabbing her leg, lifting and bending. She squirmed in such a way tremendous friction was created, my cock throbbing in need of relief.

I finally got control of her mouth, even sucking on her tongue. She managed to moan into the heated intimacy, no longer fighting my hold. She rolled one hand over my shoulder, tangling her long fingers into my hair. The closeness was real, the power of our draw to each other more than just gasoline on a series of flames.

It was possibly life changing.

Who the hell was I to even think that way?

We continued rolling across the floor, her playfulness returning. When she was on top of me once again, I allowed her to push my arms over my head but forced our fingers to intertwine. My hold was just as strong as before, only different.

"You think you're winning. Don't you?" she asked, half laughing. Her eyes were still sparkling, the devilish hint in them forcing a smile on my face as well.

"I know I am. When you figure that out, things will go much easier."

She nipped my lower lip with enough pressure she drew a drop of blood, laughing again as if scoring another point. "I don't like easy. Boring." She even nuzzled into my neck, raking her teeth across my pulse of life.

In turn, I tossed her onto her back on the floor in a wrestling move I'd learned, using my teeth to torment her tender and fully aroused nipple. I took my time, licking and nipping until she cried out in pleasure.

"So bad. So mean."

My answer was nothing more than a husky growl. She was so wet I sensed her delicious juice was staining my jeans. Not that I gave a shit. The growl remained coming from deep within my core as I swept my lips to her other taut bud, taking my time to roll the tip around in circle after circle. I was able to watch her face as she wrinkled her nose, dragging her tongue across her bottom lip and cinching her eyes shut.

Even the way her breathing changed, becoming much more ragged was spectacular.

However, now I was fed up with the extended foreplay. I pulled back, not bothering to unbutton my shirt before yanking it over my head. Before I had a chance to toss it aside, she'd planted her hands on my chest, kneading my muscles between her fingers.

I adored her touch, the sizzling heat searing both our skins, but the floor was hard and I was a very impatient man. I jumped back onto my haunches, grabbing her hand and as I rose to my feet, I pulled her with me.

She acted as if she was going to make a run for the door before jerking on the front of my jeans instead. As she fumbled to unfasten them, I issued entirely different animalistic sounds, although they were completely predatory in nature.

"Do you want something, baby girl?"

"Oh, yeah," she breathed. "And like you, I also take what I want."

I held out my arms as she finally managed to unfasten the button, lifting her heated gaze to study me while she slowly unzipped. As she slipped her fingers under the thick waistband, she winked at me. The little vixen would always have something up her sleeve. I sensed it even now.

As she peeled the sides away, taking her time to push the material over my hips, I cocked my head and lifted an eyebrow. "Be very careful what you do, my little fighter. It could mean the difference in you sleeping in relative comfort tonight and being shackled to the bed instead."

Her laugh was laced with such mischief my shaft pulsed several times. "Haven't you figured out that there's very few bindings I can't get out of?"

"Perhaps I need to discover where you learned such an admirable skill."

"If I told you, I'd need to kill you." She pushed my jeans with oomph but I still had the upper hand, pressing it on her head and forcing her to her knees again.

Not that my actions bothered her in the least. She immediately ripped at the jeans until she was able to yank them off, her chest rising and falling from intense hunger. As she licked down the side of my cock, I threw my head back, trying to keep my wits about me. I had a feeling she was planning on toying with me as long as possible. That wasn't going to happen.

I needed to be inside of her. I longed to fuck her so hard and so passionately that she screamed out my name. And dear God, I wanted to leave her sore and covered in my cum.

Kenya remained playful, stroking the back of my cock as she darted her tongue across one testicle to the other. Her breath was so hot I was shivering. How spectacular.

"Open that sweet mouth of yours so I can fill it," I commanded.

She batted her long eyelashes but obeyed. I wasn't quite so gentle, stuffing her gorgeous mouth with as much of my shaft as possible. As the tip hit the back of her throat, she gagged slightly but pressed her lips around the thick invasion.

I rolled onto the balls of my feet, fingering her hair to keep her in place as I fucked her mouth. I knew I couldn't take her taunting tongue but for so long. Still, I enjoyed myself for a little while, pumping in and out until pre-cum trickled into her mouth. It was tough not to continue, spewing into her throat, but I wanted to take her in every hole as a reminder of what we shared.

My muscles were tense, my mind still floating on some level of cloud nine. It was all I could do to pull out, almost stumbling when I did.

She peered up at me with amusement in her eyes, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand in an exaggerated manner. When she dared to drag her tongue all the way around her parted lips, I became a true predatory beast. I slipped my arms under hers, jerking her with ease to her feet and tossing her onto her back on the bed.

As she reached for me, I certainly didn't hesitate to crawl onto the bed, but I shook my finger in front of her. "You're not in charge."

"I guess we'll see about that."

Yet as I used my knee to kick her legs apart, immediately driving my cock into her tight channel, she arched her back and screamed.

"Buckle up, baby. The passion is just beginning."