Chapter 5

Chapter

Five

Z ara wasn’t fooled for even a minute. Noah may have sounded in control, but both annoyance and lust rolled off him in waves, threatening to engulf her in their power. She knew the spanking he’d inflicted earlier was nothing. Her sweatpants had provided her with a good bit of protection.

Her two biggest fears were, one—he would recognize he was not the only one in a state of exaggerated arousal, and two—he wouldn’t. Zara also had some concern he might, as Damian had on more than one occasion, take his belt or a strap to her backside. God, she hated leather. It not only left welts that served as a vivid reminder for days after being spanked, it also made it damn uncomfortable to sit or have sex. The worst part was any time she’d ever been spanked, it had left her wet and wanting. The spanking from Noah earlier had done both.

Without another word, Noah raised his hand and began to spank her, the first blow catching her a bit unaware, unprepared for the level of pain his hand hitting the same spots he’d targeted earlier would cause.

Zara had planned to endure whatever punishment he inflicted stoically and without pleading. The second strike put an end to that plan. She cried out, which seemed only to inflame and encourage him. He increased both the tempo and the strength of the swats being delivered. Had he not had her legs pinned between his own and the hand not spanking her to keep her in position, she might have found some way to get free.

Noah rained blow after blow, covering her backside with painful strikes. From previous spankings, Zara knew when he was done, her poor backside would be red, swollen, and painful. She thrashed and struggled, but nothing seemed to faze him. Noah continued to spank her hard and thoroughly. When she thought she couldn’t take any more or feel any more pain, he moved to catch her sit spots, then down to the tops of her thighs, causing her to cry out.

“You may as well give in and cry, Zara. This time, I mean to get through to you.”

“You can’t spank me,” she wailed.

“I can, I am, and I will,” he said, punctuating each word with a hard swat to what was now a very painful bottom.

The man had hands of steel. He would never need a paddle or a hairbrush to ensure she felt the evidence of his displeasure for a day or two. The very idea the thought of being with him even occurred to her, much less didn’t disgust or terrify her, was unsettling in the extreme. How she could be even considering any kind of future with Noah Taylor while he delivered a thorough and harsh spanking was distressing.

Zara would never be able to tell if it was the spanking or her own thoughts that finally broke through her wall of silent endurance. She could feel Noah’s determination to break her to his will but was determined to emerge on the other side of this spanking with her pride and dignity intact while he seemed intent on ensuring he was the victor in this contest of wills.

“Have it your way, Zara,” he said as he increased the strength behind the swats he was cascading all over her backside.

“Noah, please!” she cried as at last, the tears began to fall.

“You will behave,” he said as he continued to hold her close as he laid into her.

“Yes!”

She wasn’t sure how long it took for her mind to register, he had ceased spanking her and was gently rubbing her backside, but she was grateful as she tried to catch her breath. She sighed. Noah ran his hand between her legs, which seemed to open for his touch of their own accord, and she moaned in pleasure. It had been far too long since any man had stroked her there.

“Good girl,” he soothed as he traced the wet outer lips of her pussy with his finger before tickling the entrance to her core and slipping inside.

Zara shook her head—partially to say no, but also to try to clear away the sensual spell he was weaving around her. She squirmed on his lap and became acutely aware of being pressed against his cock as it throbbed beneath her.

“Enough, Zara. Behave yourself,” he said with an edge of command.

When she continued to wriggle and try to avoid his touch, he removed his finger, and she breathed a sigh of relief, only to yelp when he swatted her bruised backside twice more.

“I said enough.”

He waited until she relaxed over his lap, then began to fondle her again. This time, he bypassed her pussy and found her clit. She knew he would correctly interpret her sharp intake of breath as acquiescence to his touch. He tugged and played with her swollen nub until the stirrings of her first climax began. Her body tingled throughout, and she breathed in shallow pants. Zara was sure he was well aware of the telltale signs of her impending orgasm.

“Good girl. Come for me,” he encouraged her.

“No,” she said, biting her lip to try to stave off coming at his command while draped over his lap.

“You obey me, Zara. Come. We both know you’re going to come when I tell you and as often as I tell you. You keep fighting, and I’ll go back to spanking. Is that what you want?”

“No,” she cried in distress.

“Then yield to me and come.”

He intensified playing with her clit, which became even more engorged as her wet response pooled at the entrance to her core. Zara couldn’t believe she was losing control this way. Her body was responding of its own accord. She cried out as he caressed her intimately and succumbed to the need to come as he had ordered. Instead of letting her be or allowing her to rise, he moved his hand back to her slit before inserting two fingers where he had once had a single digit. He scissored them, then stroked the floor of her being with strong and sure movements.

Zara could feel herself capitulating. Not only could she not regulate her own responses, but she no longer had the will to do so.

“Come again for me, sweetheart. I’ve never much been into orgasm denial. I find forced orgasms so much more enjoyable, satisfying, and effective.”

Zara closed her eyes and let it happen. She came quietly but urgently, rubbing her swollen nub against the rough texture of his denim-clad leg. Her pussy trembled and pulsed, telling them both she wanted and needed more. Her sheath clamped down on his fingers, even though what she really wanted was to feel the strong stroking of his large, hard cock before he spilled himself inside her. He trailed his wet fingers up from her sheath until he reached the dark rosette that resided in the cleft of her ass. Gently, he slipped his finger past the ring of tight muscle. She was surprised when it yielded and didn’t offer more resistance to his intrusion, surrendering easily… perhaps even greedily.

“No, please, Noah.”

She thought the only way she might persuade him not to take her there was if she admitted she needed to feel him mount her and fuck her pussy into oblivion. Stroking her back channel, he was gentle, and the sensations he was causing were not totally unpleasant. What surprised her was, even though not being directly pleasured, her pussy responded to his ministrations and began to pulse.

“I’ve found using a woman’s bottom hole can greatly increase her ability to behave and to do as she’s told. Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes. No. Please. I don’t know,” she said, her words catching as her shame at enjoying his touch in that forbidden place threatened to overwhelm her. Damian had never touched her there.

“Would you rather get up on your knees on the bed and present your pussy to me to fuck?”

“Yes,” she whispered, surrendering.

She silently vowed to fight him another day. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her, plowing her from behind and pleasuring them both. All of her nerve endings were alight with desire, everything intensifying as her senses were wide open. Noah removed his finger and released her legs, and she remained in place. Taking off his shirt, he wiped his hand clean on it, then tossed it into the corner of the small room.

“That’s my good girl. You stay where I put you until I tell you otherwise.” He offered her his hand. “Up you get and offer yourself to me.”

At that moment, Zara had never hated or needed anyone more in her life. She climbed up on the bed, remaining on her knees as her hair fell forward, covering her face. The bed sprang back up when he stood. The sound of his zipper being lowered inflamed her already amplified state of arousal.

Noah reached under her with both hands to heft the weight of her breasts, pinching her nipples, causing her to squeal, then brought his strong hands up her sides. He placed one on the nape of her neck, urging her upper body down against the mattress. When he removed his hand, and she tried to rise, he swatted her painful backside with his other hand, then once more gently forced her upper torso down.

Zara was caught between wanting to assert herself and desperately needing this man to dominate and possess her in a way far surpassing what she had ever experienced. The bulbous head of his cock probed between her legs, seeking her heated core. Once he found it, Noah grasped her hips to hold her steady and rammed himself to the end of her sheath with a great groan, causing her to shudder and her pussy to quiver as she climaxed and cried out for him again.

He chuckled. “Now, that’s my very good girl. Coming for me as I mount you before I even tell you to or fuck you properly will go a long way to getting you out of trouble with me.”

He held her fast as he thrust in and out. Zara couldn’t seem to find a way to resist him. All she could do was tremble at his touch, her entire body shivering in response to his commanding possession. When she tried to get up so she could lean on her forearms, Noah released one hip and delivered a stinging blow to her derriere, then ran that same hand up her spine and pressed against her neck to gently force her back down.

“Get out of position again, and I’ll use your bottom hole instead of your pussy to take my pleasure,” he growled. “And you don’t want that, now do you, sweetheart.”

“No,” she cried.

“Don’t get me wrong, at some point in the not too distant future, I’m going to fuck that sweet ass and make you like it, but tonight, I just want to plow your pussy. God, you feel good,” he moaned.

Zara ceased trying to put up a token fight as he pumped his hips against her well-punished ass. Each time he bumped her with his pelvis, his cock shoved all the way to its hilt inside her. Zara was certain the tip touched her cervix. He grunted and groaned as he pummeled her core. His cock was large and filled her completely, the textures of his manhood registering as they skimmed along the walls of her heated sheath. There wasn’t any place he didn’t fill and rub as he stroked.

Noah thrust with incredible power. Each time he drove inside her, he reignited some of the sting spread across her backside, and she tried to inch forward. All that earned her was another hard swat before he grasped her at the juncture where the back of her neck met the top of her shoulder and held her in place, making sure she understood he was in charge and she would stay where he wanted when he was using her. She wanted to think of it that way, that he was using her, but couldn’t, and even if he was, she wanted him to. While it was true, he was in complete and total control of their coupling, he seemed to take great pleasure in providing her with as much or more pleasure than she had ever dreamed she was capable of, intent on wringing as many orgasms out of her as possible. He was right—he knew more than one way to dominate a woman. She screamed into the bedding as she came again. Noah stroked her harder and faster, his cock swelling before he held her tight and unloaded waves of creamy cum in her pussy.

“God, yes!” he called as she pulsed all along his length.

He remained hard up against her ass with his rod sheathed deeply inside her as it took a moment to catch their breath. Finally, he withdrew and rocked up off the bed. Zara stayed in position, not wanting to give him an excuse to swat her again.

“Up you get,” he said, reaching for her hand to help her.

“Let go of me,” she seethed, trying to jerk away, her anger returning to the forefront.

The chuckle that came in response was infuriating. She wasn’t so stupid to think she could outfight a man like Noah, but she really would have given anything to have been able to punch him in the nose.

“Settle down, Zara. Let’s go take a shower and have something to eat.”

“No. You want a shower, go take one. I’m fine just the way I am.”

“Naked and smelling of having been fucked by me? While I admit I find it enticing and intoxicating, I want you where I can see you. Come on, sweetheart.”

He offered her his hand, and she batted it away. She knew the gesture was childish, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. He shook his head and once more fisted her hair before stalking off to the small bath, forcing her to follow. Once inside, he closed and locked the door.

“Let me out,” she said angrily.

“Knock it off, Zara. Behave yourself, or after we’re through in here, I’ll give you a lesson in humbling I think you badly need.”

“I hate you.”

“Really? Seemed to me as I was fucking you, and you kept climaxing, it wasn’t hate you were feeling.”

“Provoking a physical response from me doesn’t negate how much I loathe you.”

“Loathe? Well, aren’t we the fancy writer?” he teased.

He retained his iron grip around her wrist and adjusted the shower. Once he had it where he wanted, he removed his jeans. As he stepped in, she leaned down and bit his hand.

“You nasty-tempered bitch!” he said as he dragged her under the hot, cascading water.

The water was amazing. With just the right heat and intensity, it felt good after all he’d put her through today. Zara closed her eyes and enjoyed the relaxing spray. Her eyes flew open, and she almost jumped out of her skin when he began washing her body with a soapy bath sponge and a gentle, sensual touch. It was all she could do to keep from purring under his ministrations. Once he had them both clean, he turned off the water and pulled her out, then dried them both.

Her nipples were hard and begging for his attention, and he didn’t disappoint. Leaning down, he sucked one of them into his mouth while he brought his hand up to play with the other. Without thinking, Zara pressed herself against him and moaned. When he released her nipple from his teeth, she found him staring intently at her. He brought his mouth down hard on hers as he kissed her roughly, eliciting another pleasured moan from her lips.

Fisting her hair yet again, he opened the door and headed into the kitchen while she trailed behind him. Seeming unconcerned they were both nude, he lifted and bent her over the counter edge. She tried to get down but received a hard wallop to her backside, followed by one to her pussy, causing her to wail in distress.

“You better learn to stay where I put you,” he snarled.

Zara had no fight left. She remained in place and watched as he grabbed something out of a bowl he’d had sitting on the counter. She saw him pick up a paring knife and use it on whatever he had in his hand. The pungent, spicy scent began to fill the air around them. He returned to her, using his body to hold her keep her legs pried open, ran his hand up the inside of her thighs, and stroked the wet petals of her sex. Mortified, Zara realized she was still incredibly aroused and drenched. He took some of her natural lubrication and slathered it all over the object he held in one hand, then pried her ass cheeks apart and placed the hard root against the dark rosette that guarded her backchannel. She struggled, trying to get away. Noah’s hand came down, connecting harshly with her swollen and painful backside.

“Knock it off, Zara. You’re getting plugged. If you need another spanking for that to happen, I can accommodate you. Do you want to fight or submit?”

“No, please. I don’t want to be spanked anymore,” she cried, tears once more welling in her eyes.

“Then you show me you’re going to behave.” He waited until she sighed with resignation and forced her body to relax and receive whatever he was planning to do. “That’s better,” he said gently before parting her ass cheeks again and pressing the object against the entrance to her dark channel.

Zara stiffened in anticipation, but Noah waited until she forced herself to accept this was going to happen and quit trying to fight or evade him.

“Better,” he said as he inserted it deep into her.

It wasn’t much bigger than his finger, but she didn’t like the feeling. When it began to burn, Zara realized the sonofabitch had gingered her bum—she was being subjected to figging. The feeling wasn’t something she enjoyed, and she started to squirm.

He chuckled. God, she hated it when he made that sound.

“As I said, I know more than one way to humble my woman and make her think twice about biting me or disobeying me again.”

“Take it out,” she demanded.

“No, I think it needs to stay in until you’ve learned to obey, and that when you give into that temper of yours, I’m going to punish you.”

She writhed from the burning sensation from the oils in the ginger root. She knew enough from reading to know it wouldn’t actually harm her, but nothing she’d read had done justice to the level of discomfort from having that little piece of agony placed inside her back entrance.

“Please, Noah. I won’t bite you again. I’ll start behaving. Please?”

“Just a few more minutes.”

“Why?” she wailed. “I’m not doing anything wrong.”

“You’re being punished for biting me and as an object lesson, so you think twice before acting out or trying to run off again.”

Noah caressed her bottom in a reassuring and yet possessive manner. Zara understood he was laying claim to her in no uncertain terms. It flashed through her mind, it might be to her advantage to indulge him until he let his guard down, and she could pursue her story. With all that had happened, she knew it was one worth pursuing. Yet she was experiencing a level of arousal and emotional re-awakening that made her want to remain at his side.

N oah smiled as he watched Zara wiggle her bottom, trying to lessen the sting of the spanking she’d received over his knee or to somehow dislodge the ginger root from doing its work. He wondered if she had any idea how sexy she looked. He wasn’t so foolish to think this was the only time they’d tangle. In fact, he was quite sure taming Zara would be a lifelong process… one he was looking forward to.

He pondered the notion of when he had come to the conclusion Zara was the woman he’d been seeking all his life. He shook his head. He realized, like for Croft, it wasn’t a romantic or sexual encounter that had done it. It was about the time she finally gave in and succumbed to the second spanking. His colleagues were going to have a field day at his expense. He—who had always said he wanted a nice quiet girl who liked to fuck and made his life easy—was going to end up with the most stubborn and spirited one of the whole lot.

At least, he thought he got half of the equation right. Zara’s response to his dominant possession as he fucked her the first time had been incredible and fulfilled any and all fantasies he’d ever indulged. The very thought of mounting her again caused his cock to harden in anticipation.

“Noah, please?”

He leaned over her, “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You going to mind?”

“Yes, sir, please?”

He smiled. He’d never been much for honorariums, but coming from Zara, it soothed his ire at her earlier behavior. He reached between her legs and gently stroked from her soaked pussy up to where he had lodged the ginger, causing her to shiver.

“Behave yourself, Zara. Next time, I’ll most likely use my cock in your bottom hole to remind you of who is dominant. And we both know who that is, don’t we?”

She nodded.

“Tell me,” he whispered, lightly playing with the ginger and causing her to squirm.

“Please?”

“Say it.”

“You are.”

He kissed her shoulder and removed the ginger plug, rinsing it under the water in the kitchen sink before tossing it away and washing his hands. He saw her start to move out of his peripheral vision.

“Did I tell you it was okay for you to get up?”

“No, sir. I just thought?—”

“Think again. You stay.”

He turned back to the sitting room and surveyed the chaos Zara had created. She had a tendency to do that—create chaos. She was good at it. He headed back into the sitting area, shaking his head, and cleaned it up before going into the kitchen to wash the dishes. Setting them in the rack over the sink to dry, he wiped down the counters and sink. Noah ran his hand up her flank as he approached her—much like he would if she were a fractious filly, he meant to teach her to yield to him. Gently grasping her hair in his fist, he indicated she could get down off the counter, then led her back to the bed.

“Get tucked in bed. I’m going to check the security feed and lock down the cottage for the night. When I’m done, I’ll join you,” he said, holding up the covers for her.

“I don’t want to sleep with you,” she said spitefully but without any real rancor.

Noah patted her bottom and waited until she complied and got into bed.

“That’s all right, sweetheart. I don’t intend for you to get a lot of sleep.” He leaned down to kiss her.