Chapter Eleven

Forced Provocation

Tucker

The impromptu punishment was turning out to be more than he could have hoped for. He'd never intended to reprimand her again this way. Not now, at least. Sure, he'd hoped to feel the sting of his palm against her ass at some point, but it had never been part of his plan for that moment. He should be feeding her, should be taking care of her basic needs, yet there he was, sustaining them both in other more primal and satisfying ways.

"I suggest you take your punishment." Taking aim, his hand rained new blows over her behind, ensuring he covered most of her soft flesh before dipping back to the place he sought the most.

She mewled at the strikes, but he noted how her whimpers morphed into throaty moans as his palm repeatedly collided with her pussy.

"Good girl."

He couldn't help but smile at her reaction. Apparently, his wildcat enjoyed having her cunt spanked, the growing wetness at his palm confirming the point.

She's incredible.

He'd managed to strike gold when he'd agreed to take Ella, although he still couldn't understand why he was so damn lucky.

Tucker had never prescribed to any religion, and his life experiences had regularly reinforced the idea that there was no justice under the sky. He'd seen good people thrown to the wolves, cut down by bullets, and lost to destitution, and the worst dregs of society raised up to be presidents, CEOs, and royalty, but even so, his sudden good fortune was illogical. Tucker wasn't a good man, and he knew it. How was he worthy of the tempting woman before him?

"Oh!" Arching her back, she panted as the offensive continued. "Why is this so good?"

"It shouldn't be ‘good,' little girl." He smirked at her titillating performance.

Ella was wonderful, and even though he chided her for being aroused by his penance, he was actually thrilled. What could be better than a sexy woman who enjoyed being denigrated? It was more than he could ever have hoped for. She was perfection.

"It's supposed to hurt, remember?"

"It does, sir." Her fingers clawed at the wood, though her binds made it difficult for her to grip on the way she had done before. "And this position is the worst. My back is killing me."

"Excellent." The sadist in him was overdue this encounter. It had been too long since he'd come out to play, but as his palm spanked her pussy over and over again, the sadist was happy to take the lead. "I want it to hurt."

"Fuck." Her feet inched toward the bed, presumably trying to alleviate the pressure on her lower back.

"I don't think so, young lady." His arm slipped under her hips, holding her in place while his hand continued to tan her. Her ass had turned a beautiful shade of fuchsia under his tutelage, but it was her sex that fascinated him the most. He couldn't recall another woman who'd been so enthused at the treatment before. He'd initially intended it to cause her hell, yet it seemed she was instead edging closer to heaven. "You stay right here."

"But my back, sir." Her head fell at the plea, her hips jutting out, ready for more.

"Will surely endure a little more." Christ, she was so fucking wet. He couldn't wait to be inside her again. "In exchange for another orgasm?"

"I want that." She groaned, turning to offer him a mischievous smile.

"I know."

Something shifted in him as their gazes locked. Agreeing to hold her had always been about a financial arrangement between him and the spineless Bennett. That's all Ella had been—all she should have been. Even when he'd inspired her climax after her most recent escape attempt, he hadn't thought about more than only that moment of intimacy, those scintillating and protracted minutes of pleasure. Sure, he'd been happy to stroke and indulge her, but then he'd also stripped and bound her. The liberties he took were to protect his asset, just like the silk at her wrists did now.

Staring into her eyes at that moment proved something had altered. Now, it wasn't only about provoking her excitement to stroke his own ego. He cared about her pleasure. He craved it.

"Be a good girl and suffer for me." His palm paused, tingling at the recent impacts as his fingers ran along her asking seam. "Take what I have to offer and come apart for me."

"I want to, sir." Her voice was gloriously strained. "But my back?"

"I'll hold you." He flexed his left forearm, lifting her to the balls of her feet. "You concentrate on your orgasm."

"Yes, sir."

He caught a fleeting sight of the wicked gleam in her eyes before she turned back to the bed. Resisting the urge to dive his digits deep into her wet cunt again, he lifted his palm to begin the finale. His every sense told him it wouldn't take too many more strikes to shove her straight over the precipice. Her deep, heaving breaths and beading nipples suggested how close she was. He longed for her orgasm, needed to witness her overwhelm before he plunged himself back into her.

As if he was driven by a force more powerful than his will, his palm persisted. It smacked her sex over and again, shifting around to clip her clit as often as he could. Her groans transformed into short animal-like grunts that served to increase his tempo and harden his already engorged cock.

She was so close. Hell, he swore he could smell her fucking pleasure as he loomed over her.

"Oh, fuck!" She forced her back into a more extreme arch as the tsunami finally broke over her, her cries of relief mingling with the noise of pure and unadulterated hedonism.

Falling to his knees, he kissed the sweat away from her hip while still keeping her upright. "You earned that, little girl."

"Please." She seemed only just able to get the word out. "I want you inside me, sir."

Rising to his full height, he steered her feet back to the bedstead as he fisted his cock. She didn't put up a protest as he coaxed her head down onto the cover of the bed, leaving her arms outstretched above her.

"You're a fucking delight." Arousal permeated his every sense as he rubbed his cock between her ass cheeks. Her body was so hot, and the skin his dick nestled against her was drenched with both his saliva and her excitement. He knew from sweet experience just how exquisite she was.

I want to come inside her.

His balls contracted at the idea, as though nothing had ever sounded better. He wanted to feel her heat around him when he finally let go, but he couldn't risk knocking her up.

As the tip of his cock grazed her anus, the answer came to him. He could fuck her ass and give them both the satisfaction they yearned for.

"I'm going to screw you here." He pressed into her an inch, giving her fair warning about the carnality to come. She groaned at the sensation but didn't seem averse to his exploration. Apparently, this wasn't her first time with anal sex.

Good.He grinned at his absurd luck, intending to make the opportunity count.

"Here we go, little girl." He plunged his dick deeper into her pert ass, almost losing his cool at her lascivious cry.

"Oh. My. God." Her muscles tensed around him. "That's intense!"

"I know." Pressing his palms on the covers beside her shoulders, he slowed his pace, forcing himself to show restraint.

Tucker had never known any sensation like this before. He'd fucked so many women in the past, he'd lost count, but he'd never once given a fig for either their welfare or their pleasure. Shards of those memories burst into his mind, momentarily causing an unwelcome distraction.

He recalled all too well how he'd treated women like Ella and, worse, how her father had treated them. How peculiar then that it was Bennett who'd facilitated the encounter and his daughter who'd been able to turn the tables on him.

"Don't stop, though." Her breathy entreaty snapped him back to the bewitching reality. "Please, sir. I want this."

That was all he needed to hear. Moving with care, he slid into her until he was almost ball's deep. Consumed by the looming hedonism, he fleetingly considered that if such a place as heaven existed, it could never be better than this. Encasing her body, he snapped his hips back and forward slowly, planting kisses in her hair.

"Fuck, Ella."

He didn't know if he said the words aloud but realized his lips had parted as the first tremors of profound sensuality engulfed him. Lost to the gratification, he wasn't even sure he pulled in air as he pumped his seed deep inside her.

For long moments, there was only contented heat and silence. He didn't know how long it took for her gentle mewls to overcome the lusty fog in his head and penetrate his bubble of contentment. He only knew that as he rose over her, pressing kisses to her nape, she sighed with what sounded like relief.

"Are you all right?" He sounded dazed as he asked, conscious that his dick was still lodged deep inside her delectable ass.

"Yes," she panted. "It's just my shoulders, sir. They don't like this position."

Blinking down at her, he could see why. He'd inadvertently placed her in one hell of a stress pose.

"Okay." Slipping a hand under her chest, he eased her from the bed.

"Oh God." She sounded equally stunned as he pulled her upright, the binds around her wrists tightening as his cock withdrew with some reluctance.

"I'll untie you." His attention turned to her right wrist, his hand moving to loosen the tie and free her.

"Thank you." She rested against his body as he worked on the second tie, her arms falling heavily to her sides once they were liberated.

"What the fuck just happened?" She chuckled as she twisted to look his way. "I thought we hated each other?"

"I don't hate you, little girl." Gazing into her eyes, he realized that no words had ever been truer. "I could never do that."

Her brow creased as though she didn't understand, but she kept whatever queries rose to herself.

"What do we do now, sir?" She spun in place, resting her delicate palm between the hair of his chest.

"I'd like to hold you." Wait, had he actually just said that? Tucker didn't ‘hold' women, he didn't stay with them, and he didn't feel anything for them.

"Hold me?" She seemed equally confounded at the idea.

"Yes." He traced a finger idly over her heated cheek, awed by her beauty. Not for the first time, he wondered how Bennett had created anyone so beautiful. "I'd like that, but I'm not going to make you."

"No." A half smile lit her face. "I'd like that, too."

"Ella…" A hundred things he wanted to say rose to his throat, but they all seemed to get stuck.

He wanted to tell her how he'd never been this way with a woman before, how he'd never felt like this. How he cared deeply for her pleasure and how maybe he even regretted the harm he'd caused to her, but instead, he said nothing.

Nothing.

Wrapping his arms around her, the thoughts evaporated from his head as he guided her around the bed to his covers.